<?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-20921249</id><updated>2011-11-15T09:32:20.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pravs World  :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-5769335973003590809</id><published>2011-07-08T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T04:21:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday and Birthday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So Glad its friday finally!! This was one such weeks when i woke up every morning and counted days for it to be a saturday. Have been coming early to office and leaving late. catching up with friends and family on my way! The write in me has been on strike and I feel helpless and pathetic about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its been a long, tiring and a HOT(chennai..if not HOT then WHAT? ;)) week! I have been waiting for a lazy weekend like never before. Considering the fact that its my birthday.. makes me feel nostalgic. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES.. Being nostalgic is my inherent and default setting ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Years back.. my sis used to take me out for a movie on most of my teen birthdays! KKHH, KNPH, Lagaan... good old days... and now its Sake who plans it for me..:) As I reflect back.. i consider myself lucky.. who was always taken care of and i really really feel blessed..!! *Happy* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I sometimes do not like the fact that I am such a typical Cancerian... Me Crab always almost dreams abt the future or the past and never really lives in the present.. Hence i have made a pact with me myself the "To Don't" and the "To Do".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;ToDon't: Everytime i REWIND and PLAY a past mistake or a bad situation I will just STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;ToDo: Actively focus on the present and make it a happy place for me and people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Note: Since me Crab can never really live in the present(Default setting again!).. If i have to choose..then I can day dream for sometime about the future .... abt whom and wher i wanna be *ting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me :)&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/20921249-5769335973003590809?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/5769335973003590809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=5769335973003590809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/5769335973003590809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/5769335973003590809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-and-birthday.html' title='Friday and Birthday !'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-3630104065649444210</id><published>2010-12-29T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:37:04.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weak week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Bon voyage 2010! Last week of 2010... Weak week of 2010... And the week I like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work pressure is less... The week between Christmas and New Year... The time people seem to be chilled out, less aggressive and less ridiculous… ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the year usually is a time to reflect and the time to make resolutions…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy by the way 2010 has treated me. Right now I am thinking abt my New Year resolutions… Few years back I believed in making a list of all the possible things I should be doing, which I missed out during the previous year… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I feel grown up… resolution for the New Year has a complete different perspective…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism... wake up... say yes to myself... let the day unfold… be a part of that day… choose the best feeling from the day... relish and go to bed..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist pointing out people’s petty, rude and silly behavior; believe that people are after all not that mean!! Like I have always believed... the whole point in life is to stop living on the negatives…. And hope that things will work in some magical unexpected way… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s my resolution… HAVE FAITH ;)… that the outcome of things will be better than I ever expected… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres wishing you all a happy healthy wealthy 2011 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/20921249-3630104065649444210?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/3630104065649444210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=3630104065649444210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/3630104065649444210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/3630104065649444210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2010/12/weak-week.html' title='The weak week!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-4807450832826179215</id><published>2010-08-04T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:30:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "C"hennai factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Constantly unstable - Chennai of all the places… What the hell… I thot…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its been over a month here now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I write this.. I made a resolution for myself.. not to say “its chennai”..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of sulking about the constantly unstable life these days…I actually re-discovered my old self.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Choosing which me I was gonna be… depressed ..self pitied or the one who somehow always works it out for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How we spent our days is of-course, how we spent our lives - read it somewer.. understood it now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is actually possible to be in a not so perfect, unsure, not-perfectly-stable place and still feel OK. Not that the instability has gone away… just that constant thought of it has vanished.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am just focusing on the sheer pleasure of making a structure of the things that I would love to include in my day and actually do it…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of freaking it out on instability…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;End of it,, I know that things are gonna work one way or the other..Just because I have no idea of what’s in store for us in the future does not mean its gonna be bad,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Future can have something really great for us..!!Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hence.. I choose to be the later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Visited Mahabalipuram.. and .. Drive along the sea side on the ECR road was so nice:)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510759574450165922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/THomor2vWKI/AAAAAAAAIgY/AgRsWsZ9s9o/s320/DSC02233.JPG" /&gt;@ Pancha Rathas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510761222861062034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/THooIoqhf5I/AAAAAAAAIgg/itdWcXPUdPA/s320/DSC02267.JPG" /&gt;Shore Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510763579248305938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/THoqRy5BZxI/AAAAAAAAIgo/amh8zUwVzJ0/s320/blog.png" /&gt;Bay of Bengal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-4807450832826179215?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/4807450832826179215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=4807450832826179215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/4807450832826179215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/4807450832826179215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2010/08/chennai-factor.html' title='The &quot;C&quot;hennai factor'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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/_1h5DZnSj6DE/THomor2vWKI/AAAAAAAAIgY/AgRsWsZ9s9o/s72-c/DSC02233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-4201956147830574359</id><published>2010-04-12T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:51:47.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know this has been the pattern to start my blog..Keeping up the tradition.. yet another apology for not blogging for so long.. kindly adjust madi!! My life all this year has been swinging in every other direction possible..Have had the most memorable moments in the past 1.5 years..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amidst all the nice things around me.. I also had to some not so memorable moments spending 9:15 hrs at my desk, during which i wrote "Sometimes"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I write whatever I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Because the words speak for my simple zeal…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sometimes it looks like a mighty show off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But mostly it is to put my grief off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sometimes life seems to be unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I pretend to be unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sometimes I feel on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Everything seems beautifully impearled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sometimes I hate to say a goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I have to signoff hereby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-4201956147830574359?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/4201956147830574359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=4201956147830574359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/4201956147830574359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/4201956147830574359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes..!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-8531974911348576736</id><published>2009-01-17T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:15:14.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where, When, Who ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Huh.. a break from usual mushy bhusy mitsubishi stuff. This post might sound serious but as always this one is also a very genuine thot . *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;The other day i was reading an article which said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Over the last 100 years, the average temperature of the air near the Earth´s surface has risen a little less than 1° Celsius."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not that much is it??? But it is not abt how much the earth is warmin up ..but it is abt how fast is it warming up.. The data depicts that this 1 deg celsius increase in temparature has made the earth warmer now than how much it was atleast 1000yrs b4.. It is responsible for the conspicuous increase in storms, floods and raging forest fires...the 3 hot yrs ever observed have occured in the last 8 yrs...All these facts resulted in scientists to infer that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;global warming is not a natural occurance.. and the only responsible factor is Man..!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now its up to each one of us .. to fight this..the onus is on each one of us.. the sooner we start ..the better.. after all if not we.. then its our next generation that wld suffer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its time we start looking just beyond the economic gains.. mostly its a very general opinion that the sense of self is in the job title that one holds... but my request to them - PLEASE WAKE UP .. TO REALITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am not claiming this blog can change the world.. but may be this can help me change some minds.. and thats where the real change starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lets shed our myopic views and think long term.. .. for our future generations to have a safer future..and that they will if we leave it habitable or let the earth exist in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not Earth.. then WHERE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not Now.. then WHEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not You.. then WHO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-8531974911348576736?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/8531974911348576736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=8531974911348576736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/8531974911348576736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/8531974911348576736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-when-who.html' title='Where, When, Who ?'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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-20921249.post-277893440661503510</id><published>2008-12-07T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:24:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;The break has been for a really long time.. nearly 10 months away from pravs world...&lt;br /&gt;Time has changed.. Prav's world has changed.....and July 4th 2008 was the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really awesome to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life..:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the stress of the deadlines to meet at office, family obligations, traffic jams, trying to cook good food...it has been easy for me to forget the importance of taking some time out to enjoy few chuckles in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when its late in the night.. m sitting on this old diwaan whose cushion has seen better days..All cuddled up inside the rug.. Its not like last new year any more.. Sake has gone back to India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta thots crossing in my head right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to my parents talk.. for the time that they have gone thru all the ups and downs.. still how comfortable everything is between them.. I dont say they r perfect.. they do get irritated wit each other.. abandon each other sometimes..with some dramatic facial expressions and sarcastic sighs.. I still remeber, during my college days when dad was in a job when he gets back home only on friday evenings and mom was here serving me dinner.. When i told her "its already late and u shld have ur dinner too".. she says." Let ur dad come".. And it was just the way she said it, that softness in her tone.. proved to me how much she was fond of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when i think of it.. its so different.. unlike "You complete me" kinda love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college when friends discussed abt their Mr. Right.. I cldnt ever describe .. Ofcourse, like lot many girls i had a list ..long time ago.. when i strongly beleived that the list was so specific..Now i just cant help but wonder .. how my thot process has changed from being a 15 year girl to a 25 yr ...&lt;br /&gt;Once you know that you can have a company any time you please.. Its definetly not easy to stay alone... &lt;strong&gt;Sake are u&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;listening??&lt;/strong&gt; :P :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For all u readers .. A very Happy new year.. may the year 2009 bring lotta happiness and less of voilence...Amen!!&lt;/u&gt;&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/20921249-277893440661503510?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/277893440661503510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=277893440661503510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/277893440661503510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/277893440661503510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2008/12/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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-20921249.post-2821205550086197823</id><published>2008-01-25T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:05:01.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a List..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I really have nothing to say. Hi !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;: There seem to be 2 kinds of ppl in this  world. Ppl who constantly divide things into different categories and ppl who don’t.. yeah I know now what kinda ppl I am..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt;: Feeling hypothetical. I don’t consider myself unlucky.. Dad once said.. “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u dint have bad luck then probably u wld never have any luck at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. I dint bother then.. Now when I feel the bad luck coming my way.. I say I will soon run out of it as I ran out of my good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three&lt;/strong&gt;: Speaking abt luck..The funda of these entrance exams I feel is so arbit and is purely on luck. Even thou I was on the good side of luck during my entrance exam.. I know how great a part luck factor plays in them. It is inconceivable to imagine that just one entrance exam can completely test students for their aptness to be a part of a course and institute. Wish Admission process were more broad-based, and an exam should be but one of the factors considered..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt;: This morning I was just sipping some hot tea sitting in the balcony and was wondering if I cld have done things differently in the past. These things creep on to me at the weirdest of times.. The life now is good, but the oldy things peep through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry for my remarkable lack of humor lately. I have been able to spend a lotta time at home lately.. and its been awesome.. awesome for me.. may be not for them who have had to experience my tired humourlessness…;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thots: I said I have nothing to say..huh..!&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/20921249-2821205550086197823?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/2821205550086197823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=2821205550086197823&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/2821205550086197823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/2821205550086197823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-list.html' title='Just a List..!!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-8226475025945641300</id><published>2007-12-13T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T04:31:20.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;There are few things in life which I would never wanna do… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;For example...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Having a bad tea.. bad according to my stds…!!'&lt;/em&gt;  OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Send a smiley in a chat when m really not smiling…!!'&lt;/em&gt; OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Forcing myself to work without interest…!!'&lt;/em&gt; OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;most importantly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cry in front of someone n when I do then….it matters.. that someone matters..it really does..!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe that for the first time in the last 2 years of my experience in the technology that I am working on.. I have not opened a single window of it.. its 10.30 AM.. and I am blogin… Althou I do like the technology that I am working on… I derive no satisfaction outta it.. sometimes the work that I have to do feels like an assignment for class 5 students…huh..&lt;br /&gt;otherwise also nothing great is happening in life… !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m glad to get back to des..my des.. in another 20 days..will meet everyone ther after a huge one year gap!!... but deep down I fear to face the realities of life.. I m sad to leave this place.. the sometimes crowded evening bus.. the walks on the roads of sometimes crowded stadmitte… solacing weinsteige… huh…wil miss everything which was never mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels very bizarre… Feels like the beginning of the end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To meet and part is the way of life... To part and meet is the hope of life"....!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20921249-8226475025945641300?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/8226475025945641300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=8226475025945641300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/8226475025945641300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/8226475025945641300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope.html' title='Hope..!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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-20921249.post-2802299881669543119</id><published>2007-07-12T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:35:27.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Appa says.."&lt;em&gt;The only thing you can count on is change.. and Taxes&lt;/em&gt;" !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;it seems difficult.. the path we are all on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Some change i welcome.. some i am waiting for,impatiently...some i despise...some change which i need and want, make me shy away.. some i try and then run from..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Past 2 months have been too much of a CHANGE.. i have changed 4 houses... Changed my patience levels.. 'Change' - good or bad is definitely stressful..!!Currently the feeling is like: "&lt;em&gt;Evrything seems to be changing too much.. just when i have started getting used to something&lt;/em&gt;"!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;May be i m handling too many changes in code these days..;) I am tired of all the changes..even thou end of it.. its all for my good.. but for once i wanna be in full control of the situation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;there was this quote which is something like .."&lt;em&gt;beginnings are scary.. ending is more or less sad.. its the middle that counts the most&lt;/em&gt;"!!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;End of the day the solacing feeling is like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change is inevitable.. even if u dont want it to be..and then we are capable of changing things too.. if we dont like this new change..then we are capable of changing the way we feel abt this new change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-2802299881669543119?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/2802299881669543119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=2802299881669543119&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/2802299881669543119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/2802299881669543119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2007/07/changehuhoh-nonot-again.html' title='Change..!!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-7186744561559303214</id><published>2007-05-04T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:12:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Loneliness.. thats exactly what i am feeling now..Sitting alone in this house at 11 PM in the nite.. waiting for my roomie to come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the chill of loneliness creeps inside me.. i m tryin to assure myself abt the busy world outside these four walls... n that my friend might step into the house anytime now...but some where deep down i know that there is nothing that can change the fact that i am ALONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of memories which i thot dont exist any longer flashing in front of my eyes.. taking me into an unknown planet of happiness...m sudently feeling nostalgic.. Inexplicable n uncontrollable joy at heart.. just wanna be here in this moment..&lt;br /&gt;Ufffff... releiving myself outta these old memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes trying to bring back my emotion...&lt;br /&gt;for it all belongs to some old place and time...&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/20921249-7186744561559303214?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/7186744561559303214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=7186744561559303214&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/7186744561559303214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/7186744561559303214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2007/05/alone.html' title='Alone...'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-6319571859227168736</id><published>2007-02-15T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:32:50.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends - Do.. or Not to do..!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene&lt;/strong&gt;: One to one conversation ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day&lt;/strong&gt;: Monday Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questioner&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey.. What did you do in the weekend??? !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answerer&lt;/strong&gt;: I actually wanted to Dig the snow to find some water beneath and then make a sea outta it .. and then buy a boat and net so that I can go fishing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dint work..!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started writing a book titled. Nine ways of spending weekends by doing something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dint work..!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questioner&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answerer&lt;/strong&gt;: *genuine look* I thot weekends were meant for “NOT TO DO” anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theory: We have very limited time on earth..!! Thou it may be enjoyable for some people to scrub the sink or dust the shelves or visit some great place and mark off the place from their long check list,,,….its not a bad idea for few others to use their free time to be productive in the fields of chitchatting and sleeping!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*ting ting ti ding*&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/20921249-6319571859227168736?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/6319571859227168736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=6319571859227168736&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/6319571859227168736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/6319571859227168736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekends-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='Weekends - Do.. or Not to do..!!???'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-5766629792366294105</id><published>2007-01-25T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:38:41.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>visit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its almost a month now... since i have landed here.. in Germany...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My first foray into the snow world has been absolutely amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Work has kept me busy... but i dont feel like cribbing abt work any more..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok.. i know that this blog is predictable.. but thats how it is... i have to write abt my experience here in Stuttgart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I landed here in stuttgart hoping to find my friend to receive me..... But HE had something else in store for me... !! After collecting my luggage in the Stuttgart airport my eyes were in search of this friend of mine for almost an hr... in those 60 mins i tried to talk to few ppl in the stalls to help me find a public telefone to call this friend only to realise how bad i am with Deutsche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally after an hr HE makes an apprearance with a DELL - HE wala :P.. hez gonna kick me for this !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But i must say it here... this friend of mine was one of my biggest saving grace here in Stuttgart.. Thanks dear!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yes i also have to thank DEL HE aswell :).. coz hez ben a great source of Attituderation( U will find this word only in DEL HE dictionry..) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then I had the misfortune to taste the coffee in the airport..!! I had to use all the sugar cubes.. but couldnt take in more than 4 gulps..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From the airport straight to the accom..i am among the few lucky ones who dint have to struggle to find shelter in this new unknown land!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was greeted by my friend who was already living there and by the slovanian onwers..!! I had to make lotta adjustments to live there and m still continuing to adjust.. but i cld not have asked for more!! i am happy living in that single small room...!! :) I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; have a beatiful view of the garden from my window which for now is covered fully with snow!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is this small creature in my house.. abt which i was strictly warned by many... and my first meeting wit the tiny creature cleared all my doubts..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids here look innocent but lack innocence!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or probably i should comment after i c more of them !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My friends lives in the 2nd flr of the same house.. wer i had most of my dinner..!! Thanks to her!! :) now i inisist that i cook daily :).. it feels very good if the sambar rasam pulav mixed vegetable curry that you cook for urself tastes actually like sambar rasam pulav n mixed vegetable curry.. it doesnt feel too bad otherwise also.. coz i have no other option :D.. I have never heard my friends saying "i miss my mom".. but they all say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my moms food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are few snapshots!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Courtesy: My Friend Bharni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028369518508549330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/Rchbb4YapNI/AAAAAAAAACM/3CASBlxh7IU/s320/castle.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The castle and the 9 visitors ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028366400362292306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/RchYmYYapFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rDu-9vVDs9E/s320/beauty.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Beauty!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028368912918160562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/Rcha4oYapLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sbDR5V7Lx2Y/s320/view+of+the+castle+from+a+bridge+near+by.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View of the castle from a bridge near by!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028368109759276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/RchaJ4YapJI/AAAAAAAAABk/hrChB38tMtA/s320/view+from+the+castle5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing less than a dream land!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028372383251735794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/RcheCoYapPI/AAAAAAAAACg/b7ErPnp0Dp4/s320/kwake+kwake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kwak Kwak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028367431154443378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/RchZiYYapHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-6W72Ni5R8w/s320/sitting+ther+was+amazing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Bak :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-5766629792366294105?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/5766629792366294105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=5766629792366294105&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/5766629792366294105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/5766629792366294105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit.html' title='visit...'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1h5DZnSj6DE/Rchbb4YapNI/AAAAAAAAACM/3CASBlxh7IU/s72-c/castle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-2589921055675880043</id><published>2006-12-15T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T04:18:30.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bore..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Wen i have nothing to do.. i read some news site..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Wen i am &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt; of reading every news site possible..then i disturb people around me..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Wen i am &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt; of disturbing ppl... i stare at my inbox.. close my eyes for 4 secs... press send/receive button exactly twice n find few mails comin in... but now even that doesnt seem to work... hence this blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Wen i have nothing to do absolutely... the last thing in my list wld be to blog... n here i am writing something arbit again....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;The fact that therz no good work makes me sad... the fact that ther will be some work soon also makes me sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current mood:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; frustation at its peek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current expression:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Blank face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current song:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thats the way it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-2589921055675880043?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/2589921055675880043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=2589921055675880043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/2589921055675880043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/2589921055675880043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/12/bore.html' title='Bore..!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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-20921249.post-116185436868297879</id><published>2006-10-26T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:56:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T – An Addiction !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;If i wer told that i can’t have tea till i solve this murder case.. I wld say.. “O common…….. hang him”..!!!*desperate face* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends who know my addiction to tea will agree with me…. !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. but… one fine day…. All of a sudden I decided I m gonna quit having tea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning the clk struck 10.30…..my tea time.. I left all my work.. started staring at my cup on my desk.. i tried hard not to look at it… placed the cup on the other side of the CPU… out of my sight…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/tea_mug.4.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;It was out of my sight but not out of my mind….!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*heights of desperation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cldnt take it any more… took the cup.. and started walking towards the pantry..*guilt* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Washed the cup with half a bottle of pril solution… after all we get it for free..!!! Slowly started walking towards the machine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;people around me must be wondering if I was trying to enact in some slow motion feature film.. I was that slow……!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;A big queue …still I was waiting for my turn n moving inch by inch towards the machine….the wait seemed endless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Finally came my turn….&lt;br /&gt;I placed the cup to fill in some tea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahani mein twist: All of a sudden I pressed the button for cappuccino by mistake and I had coffee… n then I never went back to the pantry to have tea..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**huh**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-116185436868297879?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/116185436868297879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=116185436868297879&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/116185436868297879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/116185436868297879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/10/t-addiction.html' title='T – An Addiction !!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-115874469924787186</id><published>2006-09-20T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T03:26:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 minute arbit post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;m sittin in the office .. getting really bored.. solving these bugs..which bug me..*angry*...i m getting bored to death.. doing the same kinda work.. so i decided i will take a break for 3 mins to blog... n also that its been really long since i have blogged...!! so here goes the 3 min arbit post..now 2.5 mins remaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i love abt this present job...: i get ample time to blog..can have tea wen ever i want...:P&lt;br /&gt;lotta things i hate abt it: monotonous.. no creativity... cant make up my mind to code :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serials: i hate the way da women are potrayed in this daily saas bahu serails.. n its even more iritating wen u are forced to watch them... its like invention of one of the ways to commit suicide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time bac wen wer kids..life was so kwel.. then we wanted to grow up fast n make it big..&lt;br /&gt;dnt know life was so much more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one fine day landed up here in this office with big dreams... 2 yrs passed by... earning few crores..( m lying :d) ... still feeling so empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 3 mins up.. back to bug fix........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-115874469924787186?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/115874469924787186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=115874469924787186&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/115874469924787186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/115874469924787186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-minute-arbit-post.html' title='3 minute arbit post...'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-114726201611775720</id><published>2006-05-10T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:55:21.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Class...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“People who are neither at the top nor at the bottom of a social hierarchy...!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should the financial aspect be associated with the class of a person, when the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First n foremost, middle class cannot be defined by income levels because of the massive concealment of earnings. It is a well known fact that Mrs. Gandhi owns neither a Car nor a house on her name according to the recent affidavit... Two of the greatest middle class obsessions... Now what is she?? A lower middle class woman?? Huh..!!!All that she has to herself is some gold… not sure of the figures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, Middle class has been the target for all ups n down of IT sector… New govt policies… if at all they are implemented…any new changes in the education sector…Which resulted in the skyrocketing land prices and the unaffordable cost of living..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If having “reservations” is the in thing these days... Why not have reservations depending on the financial class…??? Now here again the IT has to keep a closer look on the income of every individual... after all that’s what it is supposed to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much is said here… I know there is still a long way to go…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so what will a middle class person do now??? &lt;strong&gt;*worried*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don’t buy a car.. Join politics …free car...&lt;br /&gt;2) Don’t buy a house. Join politics… free house&lt;br /&gt;3) Just buy gold… after all gold is gold..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-114726201611775720?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/114726201611775720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=114726201611775720&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114726201611775720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114726201611775720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/05/middle-class.html' title='Middle Class...!!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-114716702968632160</id><published>2006-05-09T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:30:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once up on a time...!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Long long ago, but not so long ago…. There lived a software engineer named Resource..yeah dats wat his PM called him…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very good at programming!!! Awesome becoz he was an expert at Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V and intelligent becoz he never forgot Ctrl+S :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to develop programs on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread n butter by selling those programs in the Sunday market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell in the river... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;:( Remembering Panchatantra tale (the woodcutter and the axe), he started praying to the River Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess wanted to test him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource:  Hello River Devi, its very nice meeting you. &lt;/em&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Typical Software Engineers Smile&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;River Devi: Hello Son, why did u call me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*a golden circle rotating behind her head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource: “Son”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*confused*&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;I thot I was a resource !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wasting anymore time !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource: I lost my computer in the river.... :(....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;River Devi: Is this your computer ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*She showed him a match box*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource:  No. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Disappointed by the Devi’s lack of computer awareness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;River Devi:  Is this your computer ?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;*She showed him a pocket-sized calculator*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource:  No.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*Annoyed*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;No, not at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;River Devi: Is this your computer ?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;*Finally, she came up with his own Pentium*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource: Yes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*left with no other option*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give him all three items, but before she could make the offer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resource: Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some better computers before bringing up my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;River Devi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*angry*&lt;/strong&gt; I&lt;em&gt; know that, you stupid idiot! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying so, she disappeared with the Pentium!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Don’t call a Software Engineer a Resource.. it makes him feel more Dumb.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you're not up-to-date with latest technology trends, it is better to be silent and let people think you're a fool, than open your mouth and remove all doubt!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20921249-114716702968632160?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/114716702968632160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=114716702968632160&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114716702968632160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114716702968632160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-up-on-time.html' title='Once up on a time...!!!!!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-114714633480706536</id><published>2006-05-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:45:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still as alive as this flower. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/beauty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just following the mantra: "Work like you don’t need the money"...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Assurance,&lt;br /&gt;Praveena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-114714633480706536?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/114714633480706536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=114714633480706536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114714633480706536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114714633480706536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/05/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive....'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-114231790112452646</id><published>2006-03-13T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:18:13.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.. Finally..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please forgive me for not showing up for a long time. Not that Its been extremely hectic at work or something..but I felt really weird abt getting back to this place.. the place where I had written abt my first job… how much I love it and all…now it wldnt even make a bit of difference to me if I will be quitting….. now I know dat its not the job that made the difference… but the ppl…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywaz, hav been in this strange land for abt 5 months now…on a new development for an old project…its my 2nd non-productive day in office in a row..i m sitting in my cubicle listening to a song with my earfones on and waiting for some nice forwards as if my life depends on those mails… I know des days will just pass on soon and then I m der to slog and waiting for a day like this….just like today ..to blog….!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just received a mail from one of my friends whoz doing her MS in US(wat else????).. started cursing myself for sometime for not doing MS and then realized I m far better… shez after all a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;foreign student der,, have a bunch of Indians wit whom she can talk…cant get bac home often… wow I m lucky..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But its just ben 1.8 yrs at work… and it feels like a lifetime…!!I just don’t feel like working…wow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if someone cld pay me for doing nothing…:D if I wer some famous terrorist like laden .. I wld ask the biggie Politicians to give me 5% of wat is spent on national security for just not doing anything.!!! I guess one has to be a terrorist for getting paid for not doing anything…!!!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Last Sunday happened to watch a show on TV .. wer a lady waz given luxurious accom to stay in a nice hotel.. she roams abt the entire place and gives us gyan abt the culture etc etc..of that place… now that is one job I wld like to do.... for free.. if they take care of the basic clothing food and shelter..:D…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I know I will have to adjust in this AC cubicle……..Adios till the next one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-114231790112452646?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/114231790112452646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=114231790112452646&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114231790112452646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/114231790112452646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-finally.html' title='Back.. Finally..!!'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-113809209174519093</id><published>2006-01-23T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:28:17.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First job…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;:) wow da day..da moment.... wen I got my call letter , JUN 2nd 2004….i was on top of the world…just the thot of not having to study for exams anymore was awesome. I was smiling away to glory...... my feet just dint wanna stick to da grnd…I felt as if I have the power to fly..absolutely thrilling…no word is apt enuff to explain the moment…relief… happiness…contentment..Joy…ecstasy…thrill….I knew n cld feel dem all...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was above all those mixed feelings…. I realized dat I still havnt got my final sem results.. ;) and wat if it wer a disaster..in my tummy…kuch kuch hone lagaaaa….&lt;br /&gt;All dat I cld do was to pray for decent results promising dat I ll not ask for anything else again… and in turn thanked the person who said “Promises were meant to be broken” :P&lt;br /&gt;Finally cleared my BTech and was all set to rock Infy, Hyderabad.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Was promoted from an electronics engineer to a software engineer…!!..;)&lt;br /&gt;“All’s well that ends well”- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;July LC2 –has a special significance. It was great to be a part of one of the rockkkkkking batches of Infy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salient features: ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Those induction classes in the first one week, where we just had to play games and just chill chill n chill.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then started our generic training where we studied less and wrote more quizzes.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The sessions wer meant for going atleast 15 mins earlier to manage getting a cozy place to sleep.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Qutub shahi witnessed one of the greatest sessions of our entire training. The session on JAVA.. oops sorry “CLASS PATH” :P&lt;br /&gt;Fav hangout: was our own famous FC(food court).. where we discussed abt who, wat, wen, what if , y if not,if s den y ,if n den y not etc etc...situations .. :P.. ulti Pjs..giggles without reason....who cares..:D..those were the best days of my life..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/breakfast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/breakfast1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/breakfast1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% of the batch mastering the art of Xeroxing was an achievement :P&lt;br /&gt;Then “it’s the time to DANDIYA”. ;). For which each one us paid around 100 bucks to learn dandiya. Hmm the day witnessed every form of dance except dandiya..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSC00010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSC00010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skit “it’s the bench time folks” is one of my most unforgettable moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;Playing the role of chinky gave me a new name..chinks.. ;) most of my friends call me so even now.. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSCN6418.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSCN6418.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSCN6418.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Those trips to mount opera, practice sessions for dandiya and the skit,those movies we saw together, those hang outs to necklace roads..i cherish them all.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop writing… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn’t matter where we are and wat ever we do- I m sure each one of us wld be proud to be called July LC2 ians.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Project:was Posted to Blore. Cried for leaving home for the first time.. but the team made me feel so good dat I was not all that happy to get back wen I left that project for coming back to hyd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSC00524.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSC00524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanx to kuuks.. I recollected few moments from his A2Z of JULY LC2 mail.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to each one of u guys for making my first job so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Here r few of our Kodak moments.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Firstly my cubical. Kripaya monitor pe dyan de. :P..yeah road rash was our fav.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our FC dome. snap by me (pat pat :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breakfast time.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Skit members..applause applause.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/DSCN6428.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/DSCN6428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-113809209174519093?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/113809209174519093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=113809209174519093&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/113809209174519093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/113809209174519093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-job.html' title='My First job…'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921249.post-113715530087334715</id><published>2006-01-13T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:52:35.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She...who means da world 2 me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;“Wake up”…she yelled at me…..&lt;br /&gt;“abbbaaaaa….don torture me plz...” I shouted bac at her..digging my head under the pillow..&lt;br /&gt;She dint seem to bother…pulled me out of my cozy blanket…&lt;br /&gt;”wake up” she yelled again.. “u r already late 4 work”….&lt;br /&gt;I enquired…”watz da time??”…with my eyes still closed….&lt;br /&gt;“Its 8” she said………. Dat was enuff for makin my eyes wide open….&lt;br /&gt;Now she says…”its actually 7.30”….&lt;br /&gt;I accused her of being jealous…making weird sounds …..She smiles cing me getting ready to brush my teeth…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/rockwell-mother-angel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/rockwell-mother-angel.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got back all set to leave for work…. I found my breakfast ready…everything in place for me…&lt;br /&gt;My handbag.. my lunch…my docs..which I had asked her to give me the last nite …abt which I completely forgot….i just told her a casual bye and left for a boring day ahead….dint even bother to tell her thanku for makin my life soooo easy…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never complained wen I puked on-chewed on- pooped on her as a kid..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/mom1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/mom1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She never had issues coz of her sleepless nites taking care of me wen I was ill..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whoz gloriously happy over my simplest achievement ….&lt;br /&gt;One whoz heart is broken into trillion pieces wen m hurt……….&lt;br /&gt;One who haz her dinner evry nite only after makin sure dat I ve had mine…..&lt;br /&gt;One who makes me feel dat her life and heart is me……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arms wer wide open wen I needed a hug…&lt;br /&gt;Her strength n love which gave me da strength 2 face dis world………&lt;br /&gt;Her heart understood wen I needed a friend………..&lt;br /&gt;Her kind eyes were stern wen I needed a lesson….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav sayings goes sumthin lyk dis….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love u ma….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank u for all the love, the warmth, the scolding, the joy, the wonderment n all the countless precious things you have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dat I m or ever hope 2 b.. I owe it to u….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/1600/Xto-my-mother.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2437/2110/320/Xto-my-mother.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx 4 being der 4 me…n I love u tons… I ve meant it evry moment thou I never told u b4....!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921249-113715530087334715?l=dacutepravs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/feeds/113715530087334715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921249&amp;postID=113715530087334715&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/113715530087334715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921249/posts/default/113715530087334715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dacutepravs.blogspot.com/2006/01/shewho-means-da-world-2-me_13.html' title='She...who means da world 2 me....'/><author><name>Praveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710701333951127599</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>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
