<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863</id><updated>2011-10-05T19:01:00.200+05:30</updated><category term='Review - Movies'/><category term='Review - Books'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Pensieve'/><category term='Review - Others'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Voice out'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Straight From The Heart !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-7282571962801868766</id><published>2008-10-18T18:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:27:05.240+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieve'/><title type='text'>Chinese Finger Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After a hiatus, I am back to divulge how a Chinese trick helped me in opening a ketchup bottle. Yesterday, as my cook was on leave, I, accredited with a decent level of proficiency in cooking, decided to cook a sumptuous dinner - bread omelets :-). Except a bit of tussle with the onions which made me weep for chopping them, it was a cakewalk. And finally it was done. All my roommates were quite hungry and ready to grab their piece. But we thought a scoop of ketchup would add more to its taste. Fortunately there was an unopened bottle of ketchup in the house. "How to open it ?" was the question in all our minds. I remembered K having an opener in his nail cutter. Luckily K was aware of its place but the tragedy was it got struck horizontally in a coffee mug. K, wary of not breaking the mug and ready to compromise the ketchup, was quite confident that it's impossible to take the opener out. But D, with marked enthusiasm, tried pulling the opener hard but in vain.  I, busy with cooking, paid no attention at that point of time. As hunger pangs was on the rise, we three decided to go without the ketchup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After sometime, when I, in some totally unrelated context, was surfing the net, came across Dexter's Lab - one of my my favorite cartoon series. Suddenly one particular episode - even now I don't know why I thought of it - came to my mind in which Dexter and his sister will get their fingers struck in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_finger_trap"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Chinese finger trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. The trick is simple; If you pull your fingers apart the trap contracts and holds tight but when you bring your fingers close it expands and let your fingers free. Eureka! eureka! and that's what I exactly need to take the opener out. If the opener had been in complete horizontal it would have come out of the mug when pulled, but the opener was not exactly horizontal and slightly inclined downwards. Thinking in mind, I rushed to my roomies house. I took the mug and pushed the opened inside. And it got free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is this what we call serendipity? or Does our brains cease to function when we are hungry ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-7282571962801868766?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/7282571962801868766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=7282571962801868766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/7282571962801868766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/7282571962801868766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2008/10/chinese-finger-trap.html' title='Chinese Finger Trap'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-4713235343245893950</id><published>2007-09-14T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:54.290+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieve'/><title type='text'>On The Bench</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am on the bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With some snacks to munch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Growing my tummy as I work on nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for the day, that brings an end to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am on the bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Along with some pathetic bunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worrying about my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Idleness evades me and causes torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any software engineer on the bench would have this common apprehension. But fortunately I was never benched before, for none of my employers had the concept of free resource pool. Every dog has its day. I too had that day. It was in my go-plus (global orientation) program held at ICRISAT resorts. It was a two day out-bound programme where we had some interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;management games. Every game had some values to teach like evolving a strategy, prototyping, collaboration etc. And on the final day we were given a real time project management scenario. We were divided into three teams with a team lead for each. Also a project manager to coordinate the three teams. Our task was simple (appeared at first). Each team must construct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a similar kind of arrangement as shown in fig1 sequentially in the stipulated time(120 seconds). We were given time to analyze and practice and there were also progress reviews before the final demo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RvJgDq0XHXI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wimcw_T8zg0/s1600-h/one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RvJgDq0XHXI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wimcw_T8zg0/s320/one.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112254143168716146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My team developed a good strategy using modular approach. And in the reviews we were able to do in 26 seconds. The next team didn't have any such strategy in hand, yet they were able to produce the output in 35 seconds. The third team were in a pathetic situation as they were no closer to completion. Our PM sucked big time. He had the faintest idea about shuffling the teams and knowledge transfer. He brought external trainers to impart the new technology which was already in place in my team, at the cost of all our hikes for the next two years. After training the third team were able to do it successfully in 16 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With everything set we were ready for the final demo. We were given three chances of which we were asked to perform the demo without a fault at least once. The first demo ended in a fault as my team didn't notice the small gap shown in fig 2. We placed a plank in the reverse order. This fault never occurred in the initial reviews lest we would have been careful. Once we confirmed with the reviewer that it was the only fault made by us, we gave the second demo. As our team got tensed we took a little longer, so the we were not able to complete the entire demo in the stipulated time.  We were left with one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RvJgT60XHYI/AAAAAAAAACU/9GAmgVQaTv0/s1600-h/two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RvJgT60XHYI/AAAAAAAAACU/9GAmgVQaTv0/s320/two.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112254422341590402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It was a Do or Die situation. Our team lead encouraged us by his powerful speech. And we all gathered our momentum and performed exceptionally well in the third round". This would have been a possible ending for a movie. But the rules are very much different for the real life. Considering our team's track record the PM asked us to step aside for the third and the final demo. And the team which got external training were asked to do the demo twice. We had no choice, but to sit on the bench over there and watch the other teams perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1L41ySkNt0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first we got angry on our PM but after giving a deep thought we realized that it was the only good decision made by him in the entire project life cycle. In the postmortem analysis our facilitator argued about the fairness of our team. We contributed to the success of our project by not participating in it. In other words we never stood as a hurdle to the success. Though these soothing words comforted me, yet it failed to expunge this unhappy memory : on the bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1L41ySkNt0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-4713235343245893950?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/4713235343245893950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=4713235343245893950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4713235343245893950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4713235343245893950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-bench.html' title='On The Bench'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RvJgDq0XHXI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wimcw_T8zg0/s72-c/one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-3426083661716058517</id><published>2007-08-31T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:15:47.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieve'/><title type='text'>Big Confusion At The Brand Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was quarter past seven. The daylight was not completely down. I was in a auto with my face completely out, not minding about my safety and with vigilant eyes reading the name boards of each and every building for I was never been there before. "There it is", i said to myself. The building stood five stories high with glazed windows, prominently divided into three fairly equal phases with ads painted on randomly selected locations. And the name and the logo embossed centrally in Impact font which read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Brand Factory - Best Brands Smart Prizes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asked the driver to stop and alighted from the auto. Then i climbed the staircase attached to the central phase that took me to the lobby, which had a little walking space that ended in an escalator. As i ascended the escalator, i noticed the central atrium quite deserted. Though Lumbini mall is situated on the highway connecting hitec city and Hyderabad not many seems to be acquainted with this place. Unlike a typical mall there is no necessity to elbow your way through the teeming crowd for it had none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could explore the mall any further,my mobile rang. It was my friend B on call. He said "I am on the way, will be there soon" and I gave my usual rejoinder "ok".  B is one my very good childhood friend. He came to Hyderabad for a vacation. As my schedules were tight and my weekends got blocked by cat coaching, all I could offer him is accommodation for four days and accompany him for a shopping in the evening. But one of his close friend took off from office and offered him full day company. So I was safe. We decided that day morning to meet at the brand factory in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my mobile back into my pant pockets and searched for the mens apparel section, one of my favorite past time. It didn't have a direct path. One must necessarily pass through the beauty and cosmetics section to reach there. The men section had all leading brands from Pepe to Wrangler arranged in no particular order, in an ambiance that befits the brand. And that they give more importance to the brands was conspicuous as the raiments were not segregated based on type like ethnic, sports, casual etc. The collections were huge. That comforted me; I brought my friend to some good place. But his delay worried me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B called me for the second time. I felt a pang of guilt in his voice. "We got struck in traffic and will be there in few minutes" he said plainly and cut the call. "What else can I expect from a guy who is roaming with a girl for girls never keep up time except a very few" I said to myself and went back to my business. I spent my time by doing some trials with the jeans. Added few to my wish list. Yet it all got over very soon. I decided to explore the other sections of the mall.  Also attempts to spot some one noteworthy in this already meager crowd proved futile. I felt quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8:30 when I got another call from B.&lt;br /&gt;"No more excuses" I thought and picked the call.&lt;br /&gt;"Reached" said B&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good, where are you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Right in front of the entrance"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. I am coming down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes I called him and asked&lt;br /&gt;"I am at the entrance but I couldn't spot you. Come near the steps"&lt;br /&gt;"I am near the steps"&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be ? There is only one staircase over there. How can I not spot you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am near the steps" he said impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Is there an escalator in front of you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"What does the caption board in front of you say ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Best Brands Smart Prizes"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. We are not more than 5m away. yet why none of us can see the other ?"&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you at Lumbini mall ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where is that ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey one second. Which place are you in ?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Ask someone near by"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I heard the word&lt;br /&gt;"Abids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at that time I came to know that there are 2 Brand factory in Hyderabad. Then I apologized him about my ignorance and we decided to do our shopping in central which is in the midway between the two brand factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-3426083661716058517?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/3426083661716058517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=3426083661716058517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/3426083661716058517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/3426083661716058517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-confusion-at-brand-factory.html' title='Big Confusion At The Brand Factory'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-6655613855880809718</id><published>2007-07-27T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:48:24.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voice out'/><title type='text'>Business with Books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we all know, the indiaplaza offer for harry potter and the dethaly hallows attracted the attention of quite a large number of readers. And around 15k copies have been preordered and successfully delivered. For those who have dipped too much into the book here is the recap of the offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;35% discount&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delivery on the same day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free shipment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 months book club membership in indiaplaza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gift vouchers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Game CDs and many more...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As their website hits were quite high they want to make hay while the sun shines. In order to promote their sales they started to give offers for other bestsellers as well. A typical bestseller would have an offer something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;24 hours shipment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free of shipment charges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20-30% discount&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not only me any bibliophile would have been happy looking at these offers. Buying books via this portal comforted to a much larger extent. As I bought new books at discount prize without the slightest repentance of promoting piracy. But that didn't last long. After completing harry potter I took my list of 'whats next ?' and picked a few for ordering it at Indiaplaza. But there was not even a trace of such an offer. Its all vanished like magic. Every book had this note "ships between 3-16 days and shipment and handling charges Rs25 additional !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But thank god, i got the free book club membership for the next 6 months. I still have an assured discount of 25% on any book I buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-6655613855880809718?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/6655613855880809718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=6655613855880809718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/6655613855880809718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/6655613855880809718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/07/business-with-books.html' title='Business with Books...'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-8179976979270274822</id><published>2007-07-20T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:54.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Federer Rocks !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was late Sunday evening. Averse to go to office the next morning, bored of flipping through all the TV channels and moreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RqCrv-rKDaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uRczKYHQwNE/s1600-h/hires21734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RqCrv-rKDaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uRczKYHQwNE/s320/hires21734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089256419694874018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ver driven by an avid need for Monday to be a holiday, would be my possible mental state on a typical Sunday night. That Sunday was no exception although something more gripping and more engrossing averted me. That was Wimbledon mens finals between the Swiss and the Spaniard. This match was so crucial for Federer as winning it would earn him the glory of winning five successive Wimbledon titles in a row make him on par with Bjorn Borg. But having Nadal, the king of clay as the opponent, who had a vehement desire of proving himself on grass court, it was not an easy task for Federer. They had won 2 sets each and it was the final deciding set. Even now none of them were able to break the opponents serve. They were 3-2(Fed-Nad) and it was Nadal's serve when the ball turned court. Fed broke his serve and gained hope of winning the match. The next point was very easy for Federer as he is the man of aces. Thus it became a momentous day for Federer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Hp-EArV6s8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Hp-EArV6s8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy Roddick just says "Here's my racket. I won't need it any more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RqCr8urKDbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MvOtzivBYhw/s1600-h/wimby060626r128fh03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RqCr8urKDbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MvOtzivBYhw/s320/wimby060626r128fh03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089256638738206130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer, currently ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lding a record of winning 11 grand slam titles must win 3 more to equalize the tennis legend Pete Sampras. Though he is the king of grass, he faces a tough time in clay courts. Its quite difficult to serve an ace in clay courts and that would be a probable reason for his failure there. He must start defensive plays rather than relying on aces to become the king of tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer Rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-8179976979270274822?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/8179976979270274822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=8179976979270274822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/8179976979270274822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/8179976979270274822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/07/federer-rocks.html' title='Federer Rocks !!!'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RqCrv-rKDaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uRczKYHQwNE/s72-c/hires21734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-8858505590394092839</id><published>2007-06-08T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:55.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieve'/><title type='text'>My Memorable Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am from Chennai. Though my parents' native is Vellore, they settled in Chennai before my birth. My school, my college and my first job were all in Chennai. So i never got a chance to stay away from home till the age of 22. As i was not a hostler during my college days i never experienced or gave birthday bumps, nor thrown the rotten eggs and tomatoes. On the day of my birthday i generally get up early (as i am a software engineer now i felt thats worth mentioning :-)) and take oil bath. i will go to temple and then fill my belly with the sweets my mother had made. This is was the routine till last birthday but I never knew that for my next birthday i wont be with my parents. Everyone says the only thing that is permanent in life is change. Thats true. I got a new job and relocated to Hyderabad by Jan 2007. As i am going for CAT coaching in the weekends it was little difficult for me to frequent my home. But as i had a big circle of friends, enjoyment was not a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RnDf-qbBfdI/AAAAAAAAABs/ey-yuLsfDR8/s1600-h/04062007062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RnDf-qbBfdI/AAAAAAAAABs/ey-yuLsfDR8/s320/04062007062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075803047679065554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week(4-6-2007) i celebrated my 23rd birthday, a memorable birthday i would rather say as it was a birthday full of surprises. First of all i never knew i would be celebrating my birthday till 11 pm the previous night. It was decided during the dinner at pizza hut. My friends invited me to their house for celebrating my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope he cannot come with you guys", said a shrill voice, "he needs to accompany me back home", solicitous about reaching home.  She added few more, "Else i will also join the birthday party celebration at your residence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend quite intimidated by the deal she put forth said, "I will drop you at your home in my bike", and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RnDeCabBfaI/AAAAAAAAABU/xS_YCOxgTa0/s1600-h/04062007060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RnDeCabBfaI/AAAAAAAAABU/xS_YCOxgTa0/s320/04062007060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075800913080319394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was 11 pm, all bakery were closed  at that time. They don't know what to do. At this time the hero of our gang came up with an ingenious plan. Why should we cut cake why cant we cut an ice cream bar??? Agreed, but where to go for ice creams ?? He had an answer for that too. Having a very generous heart, he made up his mind to sacrifice his half eaten ice cream for this noble cause. It was two minutes before midnight and everything was set on table. At the stroke of 12 i cut the cake sorry the ice cream into 4 equal quarters. Then we started to take snaps with each other and finished the ice cream. It was  birthday bumps next. Thank god they were too gentle. Finally the celebrations ended with a pleasant chat. I thank my friends who made this birthday different :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-8858505590394092839?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/8858505590394092839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=8858505590394092839' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/8858505590394092839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/8858505590394092839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-memorable-birthday.html' title='My Memorable Birthday'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RnDf-qbBfdI/AAAAAAAAABs/ey-yuLsfDR8/s72-c/04062007062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-4738175269336758589</id><published>2007-05-04T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:55.375+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review - Movies'/><title type='text'>Mozhi : The language of optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mozhi, meaning language, portrays the secrets behind an unsual language : the argots of the mute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The movie is like sensing a fresh aroma amid the commercial tamil cinema replete with violence and vulgarity. Director Radha Mohan has fabricated this gripping tale suitable for all age groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karthik (Prithviraj) and Viji (Prakash Raj) were working with music director Vidyasagar, as keyboard players. They both move into a new flat much to the annoyance of the flat secretary who despises the frivolity of aimless bachelors. As luck would have it, their flat is o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rj8kXIiKaII/AAAAAAAAABM/WSmR155ek8k/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rj8kXIiKaII/AAAAAAAAABM/WSmR155ek8k/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061804486034090114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pposite to the secretary's. Things always go wrong between the two and the secretary which peeves him more. One day Karthik sees Archana (Jyothika) on the road thrashing a drunkard, who ill treats his wife.  Quite impressed by her candid and bold nature, Karthik instantly fells in love. In the pursuit to find her identity, he comes to know that she is a deaf and dumb girl. Yet, he is firm about marrying her much confused about expressing his feelings. Sheela (Swarnamalya), best friend of Archana comes to the rescue and helps Karthik to speak and understand sign language. Slowly Karthik and Archana become good friends. One day when Karthik played his notes, Archana was able to shake her head in resonance to the music by merely feeling the vibrations. Awestruck at her response, Karthik proposes her. Unable to withstand the shock,she slapped him with ire. What made Archana to spurn Karthik's love ? and did Karthik convince her ? forms the rest of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All four of them have done their roles exceptionally well and its really tough to single out who is the best. Jyothika has acted just fair enough to suit her character. Prithvi has performed exceptionally well this time while Prakash Raj's wit is like garnishing the pudding with cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The music and lyrics are really a treat to the hears. Music Director Vidhya sagar has done a good job. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katrin isai&lt;/span&gt;..., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesa madandhai&lt;/span&gt;..., are noteworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The movie shows us agony, fear and sorrow but in a positive tone. How humans must perceive them ? and the reality is they no longer stand as show stoppers for a happy living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After seeing this movie one will feel light in their hearts and all the things around him will appear good. And hats off too the team who gave such an engrossing movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mozhi is a must watch movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-4738175269336758589?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/4738175269336758589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=4738175269336758589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4738175269336758589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4738175269336758589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/05/mozhi-language-of-optimism.html' title='Mozhi : The language of optimism'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rj8kXIiKaII/AAAAAAAAABM/WSmR155ek8k/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-4060684886267284364</id><published>2007-04-19T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:25:15.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voice out'/><title type='text'>Status Messages : The Reflections of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The nature is inclined to nurture man with its supplies and quenches much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of his desires. Yet, of grasping nature, man developed a tendency to mend nature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so as to suit his needs. This very attitude of man gave way to the genesis of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the custom thingy. Even the software products were no exceptional. Let it be templates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;layouts, patterns or be the status messages one can always see the custom option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The creators thought right about man as a creative being but end-users think different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the name of being different, they type some weird messages. Not very long back, i felt bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on seeing the status messages of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One read :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me ask one question; Is this the definition of happiness or sadism??? I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the later would be more appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, a girls status read as below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a trice one can easily judge the mentality of this girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last and the most weird of all one guy had a link to sex survey. i agree to the point that these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;topics captivates everyone but it can be probably shared as a forward. What does this guy wants to say ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do these people fail to realize that these messages are mere reflections of their inner mind. Some may argue that they have own way and liking but they must not forget liking goes by attitude and attitude goes by character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-4060684886267284364?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/4060684886267284364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=4060684886267284364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4060684886267284364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4060684886267284364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/04/status-messages-reflection-of-mind.html' title='Status Messages : The Reflections of Mind'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-8223535226714676782</id><published>2007-04-16T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:55.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review - Others'/><title type='text'>In Search of an Offbeat Pastime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After I moved to Hyderabad, my friend and I have become ardent theatergoers (read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://thyagarajan.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-marathon-begins.html"&gt;The  movie marathon begins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;), somehow managing to watch a movie every weekend despite our hectic schedules :-). At times we even saw two movies a weekend and one day i was about to see two movies back to back but avoided somehow. Of late, we felt this movie marathon has reached to nauseating extremes and decided to try something different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We developed a relish for live stage performances. One such attempt was a magic show by a magician Anand. Though my intellect said magic is nothing more than an optical illusion and can exist only in Harry Potter's world, neither my eye nor my mind can see through the delusion. Some of the tricks conjured by him like vanishing the statue of liberty, cutting a girl with a saw, making a girl float without any support are noteworthy. Even my over intelligent friend could unveil only a few. I enjoyed the show as it gave a break to the monotony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next attempt was a play.  I just said ok when my friend suggested it without even inquiring about the details, as the very idea gave me a satisfaction of evading boredom. The pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RiN7meseGZI/AAAAAAAAABE/lsB2ONXd77c/s1600-h/evam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RiN7meseGZI/AAAAAAAAABE/lsB2ONXd77c/s320/evam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054019107844659602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay was a spoof of hamlet by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.evam.in/"&gt;EVAM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; group. This was the first play i ever saw in my life, and was hilarious. Though they failed to start the play on time, about which my friend is very sensitive, there was an interminable supply of joy. With just 3 guys, playing the roles of eight characters interchangeably, they did the trick of provoking humor in the audience. Quite interesting of all, Ophelia, the love of Hamlet, was enacted by a girl from the audience and the way she was asked to scream while hamlet proposed her was really funny. In addition they did few other small comedy shows which were equally good. In short it was worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something different to come in the following weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer : My friend and I watched this play together and both of us wrote the review on same day. We enjoyed the show to the same extent and readers may feel the reviews to be similar. This piece of work is original and any type of resemblance is purely accidental :-)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-8223535226714676782?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/8223535226714676782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=8223535226714676782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/8223535226714676782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/8223535226714676782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/04/chasing-offbeat-avocation.html' title='In Search of an Offbeat Pastime...'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RiN7meseGZI/AAAAAAAAABE/lsB2ONXd77c/s72-c/evam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-7304405270915936203</id><published>2007-04-12T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:55.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review - Books'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie : Brimming with Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I am not a voracious reader. Generally, I read books under the genre ficti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rh44OeseGYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRLnJK7Owk0/s1600-h/morrie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rh44OeseGYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRLnJK7Owk0/s320/morrie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052537653365184898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on and fantasy. These books though big, being a story full of thrills, never cease to clasp me. Very recently, I began to study non-fiction books. Definitely not those of Ayn Rand's that delve deep into philosophy, but those books with a lighter dose and only a few pages to flip; commercialized versions I would rather say. One such was Mitch Albom's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Tuesdays-Morrie-Young-Greatest-Lesson/dp/0385484518"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a slight graze, Tuesdays with Morrie is a story about an old man, Morrie Schwartz at the verge of death telling his experience to his old student, Mitch. But this magical chronicle of their time together turns out to be a great session : lessons in how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The narrative starts with Morrie being infected by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amyotrophic_Lateral_Sclerosis"&gt;ALS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a fatal neurodegenerative disease. Morrie despondent about his failing health secludes himself from the society. But Mitch comes to the rescue when he accidentally hears the news about his old professor, Morrie. He promises Morrie that he would meet him every Tuesday. Every Tuesday they talk about different aspects of life. Mitch, on the first meet with Morrie looks scared about death and the agonies of life. But as the days sorry the Tuesdays goes by he builds a sanguine disposition on demise : Death ends a life, not a relationship. The author performs  this miracle of starting from an absolute void and slowly building confidence like a waxing moon in reader's heart as well. In short, a nice book to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you learn how to die, you learn how to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                        - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-7304405270915936203?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/7304405270915936203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=7304405270915936203' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/7304405270915936203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/7304405270915936203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesdays-with-morrie-brimming-with.html' title='Tuesdays with Morrie : Brimming with Confidence'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rh44OeseGYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRLnJK7Owk0/s72-c/morrie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-4644042462952345265</id><published>2007-04-10T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:56.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>When Clouds Shed Their Tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past three months Hyderabad was really dry; let it be summ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RhuFyOseGVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XqCs-xNd-gs/s1600-h/childinrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RhuFyOseGVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XqCs-xNd-gs/s320/childinrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051778505010714962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er or winter there was no moisture. And yesterday it was different. I saw water laden cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s that showered this arid place. The scent that arose from the sodden soil provoked me to write. Albeit am not good at this, I gave it a try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clouds shed their tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joy blossomed in every kids heart,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fervent to drench they gave a kick start.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping silently from their house with bare feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They jumped in every puddle down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When clouds shed their tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many indulge in sleep without a budge,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it granted there is nothing to drudge,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at jokes that were mediocre at the best,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some chat in hand and sharing the rest.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clouds shed their tears,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers deluges out of the blue,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailing through mystic paths without a clue,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying enormous potential that turn turbines,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help evading darkness and enlightening lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When clouds shed their tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Farmers shelve their combat with anguish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And till soil and sow seeds with relish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thank God for giving them this bliss,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ask nature to cry without a miss.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clouds shed their tears,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor do the same with nothing to cover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless are they,pursuing life with fear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a shield they brook the piercing drop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not an amulet handy to make the rain stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almost 350 million people in India are below poverty line. Most of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RhuGOOseGWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sHeXHwT_2_Q/s1600-h/poor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RhuGOOseGWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sHeXHwT_2_Q/s320/poor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051778986047052130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;them ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e homeless; sleeping in streets, scorching in sun, freezing in cold and drenching in rai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n. We claim ourselves to be responsible citizens what are we going to do about this ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-4644042462952345265?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/4644042462952345265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=4644042462952345265' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4644042462952345265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/4644042462952345265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-clouds-shed-their-tears_10.html' title='When Clouds Shed Their Tears...'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/RhuFyOseGVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XqCs-xNd-gs/s72-c/childinrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-721641242136911842</id><published>2007-03-30T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:54:56.388+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieve'/><title type='text'>The Dejection Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;22nd June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GRT Grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than two hundred people were gathered in the conference hall at GRT Grand hotel. Students who wore only t-shirt and jeans appeared in full formals. Bright faces filled with zeal were seen. I too was one among them. It was verizon five day induction programme. To everyone's expectation, it started with the diffuse talks of the HR people. After these tiring talks, sumptuous GRT buffet meal revived us. Post lunch session was light as we were expected to fill up forms only. The following two days we had communication workshop at Shelter resort Mahaballipuram; lots of games providing fun and insight. These two days went in a blink of an eye. The fourth day we were all back to the great hall. Not the HR but technical managers and directors were there. They divulged how verizon business operates and gave us an insight about the various portfolios that support the mighty tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The much awaited final day arrived. Its the sorting day; the day we were allocated into projects; the day that determines our career path. The destiny was already determined but yet to be known. The IOBI projects were the center of attraction. Its a project in development stage; latest technologies were used; only creams will enter. Every bloke entered the great hall with this preconception. There was no sorting hat; only HR people stood with printed papers. They read our names one by one and notified the projects we were assigned to and the respective technical training schedule. My name was read; my heart said IOBI but they thought different. I heard a recondite name "DSL online". I could only manage a d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rgzj3dzYNmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hr1uVPijtSI/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rgzj3dzYNmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hr1uVPijtSI/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047659824407918178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ownc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t smile. The HR also informed me that i should be at Tidel park the very next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;day 9:00 AM sharp. I inquired about my training; they responded negative. Everyone excep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t a tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aining schedule. Have i fulfilled all the prerequisites for the job or the job was not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h to deserve a training ?; I wondered. I saw loneliness despite so much people in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he hall. Absolute silence i sensed despite the clamor of the crowd. Despondence evaded my heart. But I didn't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to sink on this any longer. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;very cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has a silver lining; I said to myself; cheered up my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;left for the d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grief is the agony of an instant, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.&lt;br /&gt;-Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-721641242136911842?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/721641242136911842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=721641242136911842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/721641242136911842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/721641242136911842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/03/22nd-june-2005-grt-grand-more-than-two.html' title='The Dejection Point'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Efr14QLWCY/Rgzj3dzYNmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hr1uVPijtSI/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947481302550513863.post-2601214174704878967</id><published>2007-02-21T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:22:19.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging Upsurged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;               Very recently there is a sudden upsurge in the number of bloggers. I really wondered why ? For the past one and a half years i didn't have time to reason these as i had a very hectic schedule,working with my previous employer. Then i decided it cannot go on like this and shifted my job. I moved from Chennai to Hyderabad. I was also selective about shifting because i don't want to land up in another hell. Once i came here, the answer to my question became apparent. Many of the Pay Masters which are actually dream companies for many people, not only pay the employees a huge amount but also provide them with ample time and internet connections at their desktops 24x7. What else a blogger want in addition ? Just a piece of creative mind to be a prolific writer. So do I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;            Competition prevails even here. bloggers want to increase their visitors count desperately . For the same they start to use flowery languages. At times they even post silly things in their blogs like dispute among friends, junk snaps and videos as well. A few notorious bloggers developed a habit of enlightening sensitive topics similar to our press do. But they never realize that it aggravates the wound. And as a fellow blogger i may also follow the same trend to increase the hit count. Nobody knows. Let me stop right there. Don't want to write too much stuff in my first blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                    Hurray!!! I wrote my first blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947481302550513863-2601214174704878967?l=vignesh-mani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/feeds/2601214174704878967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947481302550513863&amp;postID=2601214174704878967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/2601214174704878967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947481302550513863/posts/default/2601214174704878967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vignesh-mani.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogging-upsurged.html' title='Blogging Upsurged'/><author><name>Vigneshwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859677454923493706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
