<?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-29336052</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:16:46.780+05:30</updated><category term='Team ITFok 2008'/><title type='text'>life is flowing...where?</title><subtitle type='html'>A confession of many confusions...it can leave you confused or provide solutions to your confusions...so if you have any confusion or confession to make this is the place</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-6837989923449050060</id><published>2012-01-31T08:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:05:57.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFBucPnxjuc/TydTbnmu5pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/j5XX_sJZmdg/s1600/GOODBYE-LOVE-LETTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703619187041035922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFBucPnxjuc/TydTbnmu5pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/j5XX_sJZmdg/s320/GOODBYE-LOVE-LETTER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I realize what happened between us&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that I am loosing my lover&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and my guide in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I realize that the hands that held me once&lt;br /&gt;And the lips that kissed me once&lt;br /&gt;Now belong to someone else…&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I have lost everything that I ever believed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my life and my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you took away from me&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my body and my mind&lt;br /&gt;That was always yours from start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could never take my spirit&lt;br /&gt;You never could break my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I still have myself&lt;br /&gt;I still have my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6837989923449050060?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6837989923449050060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6837989923449050060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6837989923449050060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6837989923449050060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-my-love.html' title='Goodbye My Love'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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/-zFBucPnxjuc/TydTbnmu5pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/j5XX_sJZmdg/s72-c/GOODBYE-LOVE-LETTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-5114597394927342460</id><published>2012-01-30T07:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:00:04.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;they give me a purpose&lt;br /&gt;Dreams keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;and gives me hope&lt;br /&gt;Dreams keep me happy&lt;br /&gt;when sadness engulf me&lt;br /&gt;Dreams....they are most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when it can be fullfilled&lt;br /&gt;But the unrealistic dreams&lt;br /&gt;make me wish to live further&lt;br /&gt;Dreams...they are indeed special&lt;br /&gt;for life without you&lt;br /&gt;would be a world without sunlight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5114597394927342460?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5114597394927342460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5114597394927342460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5114597394927342460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5114597394927342460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-6163129289184829145</id><published>2012-01-12T19:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:17:45.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The year gone by</title><content type='html'>2011...it has been a very intersting and happening year for me. Made lots of new friends, fought with a few... some people whom I knew from before became close and some went away. Got confirmed in a job that I am yet to start liking but I know I will be here for some more time. I will always cherish this year for this has taught me new things about love and friendship. I know the next year is going to give me pain but then if there is no sadness, will we ever remember God. I am just praying that God will be kind enough to make the pain obselete. Career wise, I have learnt lots of things and I have learnt a bit of money management and people management. I have met the person who can make me do anything that I hate just to see a smile on that face...thats my neice.&lt;br /&gt;I have cried for the dead and my sincere apologies to all those friends whom I hurt a lot. I hope the new year 2012 is better than 2011 and all the love that was showered on me, just continue. Thank you friends and family for making my life worth living...without you people I will not be what I am today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6163129289184829145?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6163129289184829145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6163129289184829145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6163129289184829145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6163129289184829145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-gone-by.html' title='The year gone by'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-3119118584445951215</id><published>2011-05-27T18:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:02:19.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I am in a dilemma and last night I realised what a pathetic friend I am....long time, on a very pleasant evening in Hyd I had promised a friend that I will attend his marriage, no matter where I am and when the function is. But, the marriage started today and I am still sitting in Bangalore. I was unable to keep my word and I am terribly ashamed. He called me yesterday and the first thing he asked me is when I am reaching. He was absolutly sure that I am coming but I couldnt make it. I am a bad friend and I hope someday you'll forgive me, N...and I wish you and H a very happy beautiful married life. May you both be blessed with the best of whatever you ever wish for and the proof that is your marriage itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3119118584445951215?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3119118584445951215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3119118584445951215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3119118584445951215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3119118584445951215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/05/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-4596088193031548535</id><published>2011-05-27T18:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:56:19.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Assignment</title><content type='html'>On May 15, 2011, a batch of 2500 people (approx) completed two years probation in SBI. I am one amongst them...many people also got their assignments for the next 3 years but the people belonging to our circle are yet to get it&lt;br /&gt;But, I got my first assignment...work as BM-Cum-Accountant for 3 days in a branch that has 13 staff. Everyone told me that I can do it and I should look at it as a challenge. I was ready for it, a bit frustrated at my controllers but still ready...&lt;br /&gt;But the challenge came with a single customer...she approached me yesterday...she came in puffing because apparently she had gone to the old premises and she didnt know we had shifted which had happened in February. I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Then she told, she wants to operate the locker but couldnt remember the locker number, we managed to find that also...then she told us that there is a possibility that rent was due but not deducted from her account. She was out of town for a long time, she explained&lt;br /&gt;She started talking very fast and I found her very weird and slowly the reason for it came out, she was coming to Bangalore after a very long time, her son had just passed away last year.He was 24 years and had had cancer. She was telling me all these and I was not sure how to respond. I was just shocked when she had told she was just coming out of depression...it really must have been pathetic....I simply didnt know how to face this challenge!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-4596088193031548535?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/4596088193031548535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=4596088193031548535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4596088193031548535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4596088193031548535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-assignment.html' title='New Assignment'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-1540305182912539964</id><published>2011-05-15T22:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:15:29.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Era Comes to an End</title><content type='html'>Well...from the title it might seem as a great person has died...he was a great but for all the wrong reasons...Osama Bin Laden...a single person who shocked the whole world and brought the largest democracy to a stand still...A real terror...the Enemy No.1 of the world&lt;br /&gt;But its a sad way in which he died...from what I hear he was seeing the sunset of his own life and he was attacked (after a long tracking)...and to see a whole country cheer and celebrate a person's death was just too much to digest and unexpected from a civilised world...i felt as if i was picturising an image of the 16th century where many women were supposed to be "witches" and they were either drowned or burnt alive while men watched and celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;I agree to the fact that what he did to the people of that country was bad and totally uncivilised but "eye for an eye will make the whole world blind"...im not telling that he should be allowed to live but such a big country...im sure they would have had resources to destroy the force, curb his intentions and arrest the main people...make sure they never repeat their actions and no one in future ever does it. What have you gained by killing a person in cold-blood...just blood on your hands and a tag of "murderer"&lt;br /&gt;P.S:whatever is written here are my personal thoughts, dont arrest me for this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1540305182912539964?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1540305182912539964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1540305182912539964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1540305182912539964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1540305182912539964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/05/era-comes-to-end.html' title='An Era Comes to an End'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-2379461551415309546</id><published>2011-04-05T21:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:43:50.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>I watched The King's Speech, fell in love with English all over again I watched Christian Brothers and fell in love with Sharath Kumar I watched Urumi and I am yet to decide what hit me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2379461551415309546?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2379461551415309546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2379461551415309546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2379461551415309546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2379461551415309546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-511535098045128313</id><published>2011-03-26T18:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:39:46.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living with Father</title><content type='html'>Jan 20: My Father reaches Bangalore. He is unable to adjust to the climate and the place and especially the food available here. He can't eat in a place where non- veg is served and he doesnt like garlic in his food... By 23 Jan. return tickets are booked but thats for April. How will he survive? How will I survive?&lt;div&gt;Slowly, as the daily dose of fights increase, he adjusts to everything and the climate goes from cold to hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, he doesnt want to go back and is already talking about coming back soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me...it is a real pleasure coz Kitchen has become his dept...i can wake up late and food is ready. Someone to serve me tea when I reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fight like cats and dogs and complain to the employment dept (Mother)...if I ask him to do anything new he doesnt and says its not there in the employment contract. My Mom enjoys the fights and laughs a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never taken my dad out anywhere special and he doesnt seem to complain. Tomo, I intend to take him for a movie and after that...there is no more weekend left for him to enjoy here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he sad about going from here and I dont know what will happen to me once he goes back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-511535098045128313?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/511535098045128313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=511535098045128313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/511535098045128313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/511535098045128313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-with-father.html' title='Living with Father'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-6604503729733804652</id><published>2011-01-08T22:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:23:33.098+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sms inspired thought!!!</title><content type='html'>Sms:&lt;br /&gt;Life has never promised you anything...Nor has God...But people did...&lt;br /&gt;Some said they will never leave you...Lie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some said they will love you till death...Lie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some said you are the most precious one...Lie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is made of such sweet lies... All that matters is, how you faced the time when you finally realized those were just lies...We may ask " wouldn't life be much better without these lies?"&lt;br /&gt;But in Truth, the times you lived on those big lies were the only times you lived...!!!&lt;br /&gt;A nice sms I felt and so true...I know many many people who have given these promises and just disappeared after leaving their footprints in the sands of time but there are some people in my life who have been written on stone in my life...and if I am to loose them... Life is over!!! This sms is dedicated to those people...I would never ever lie to them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6604503729733804652?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6604503729733804652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6604503729733804652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6604503729733804652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6604503729733804652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/01/sms-inspired-thought.html' title='Sms inspired thought!!!'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-6738739467389981221</id><published>2011-01-02T16:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:10:25.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Yet another year has passed...no new resolutions....&lt;br /&gt;But yes i did decide to re-start my diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6738739467389981221?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6738739467389981221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6738739467389981221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6738739467389981221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6738739467389981221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-7801525413252865637</id><published>2010-12-25T09:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:54:55.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ITFOK 2010</title><content type='html'>The International Theatre Festival of Kerala 2010...has become a blimmer of the old self.&lt;br /&gt;When this venture was started in 2008, there were loads and loads of issues...people held dharna and there were threats of picketing but all these issues were handled in a wonderful manner and the program never halted.&lt;br /&gt;This year, there is a break for 2 days and lots of juggling around...nothing is as per schedule and no schedule is complete.&lt;br /&gt;What a tragedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-7801525413252865637?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/7801525413252865637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=7801525413252865637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7801525413252865637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7801525413252865637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/12/itfok-2010.html' title='ITFOK 2010'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-329675844034779823</id><published>2010-12-25T09:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:51:21.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to a veteran leader</title><content type='html'>Dec 23, 2010 will forever remain etched in the memories of many malayalees coz they lost a partriachal figure in politics, Mr K Karunakaran...a person who ruled or decided the rulers. There has been a lot of discussion in the past regarding his good or bad and what character dominates the most but whatever be the personal feelings many(just like conflicted feelings I have) he is a person who made Thrissur what it is today and he had major plans like an Airport which never succeeded due to other politicians...Long live his memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-329675844034779823?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/329675844034779823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=329675844034779823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/329675844034779823'/><link rel='self' 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roomie was waiting for me with a friend in Forum...she got us tickets for NarniaIII....it was awesome...also coz I have been a major Narnia fan...After the movie, we felt we need more fun but all the good  movies in forum were fully booked...so we decided to go to Garuda mall...as there is a mubltiplex there also...we reached but...there only Harry Potter was the good movie playing and the tickets were completly booked...well thats the case all over Bangalore for HP7...but our friend being a good person in marketing managed to get 3 tickets and we saw the 2nd movie of the day...it was simply great.&lt;br /&gt;The exam...well... as my hubby told " you proved yourself that you are eligible to write the exam once more"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8841146145436620330?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8437445476677948698</id><published>2010-12-03T22:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:17:07.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The only thing I did right in life</title><content type='html'>This is inspired by a friend who wrote about "the three big mistakes" of his life...i thought the reverse...coz if i think about the mistakes...there are just too many and i won't be able to rate them like he did...&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic...I think the only right thing I have done is marry the person who loves me, adores me, respects me as I am and accepted me just the same...I have lots of bad qualities and he never tried to change it...just accepted me like that...I have never been the compromising one but I know how much he has adjusted and sacrificed for me...He has let me make mistakes and learn from it...supported my worst and best decisions and just stuck with me through thick and thin...he gives me space when I need it and holds me close when I badly need his support and the best part...he allows me to follow my dreams...he lets me travel wherever I wish and never complains...I am still like a kid with him but he has seen me really grow...he is the happiest part of my life and I love him for what he is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8437445476677948698?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8437445476677948698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8437445476677948698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8437445476677948698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8437445476677948698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-thing-i-did-right-in-life.html' title='The only thing I did right in life'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-630790087796173100</id><published>2010-12-01T17:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:41:05.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The first quarter</title><content type='html'>The first quarter of my life is coming to an end officially on Dec 24th...I was thinking about writing a book on the memoirs...it would be interesting (to me)...25 years on this earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-630790087796173100?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/630790087796173100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=630790087796173100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/630790087796173100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/630790087796173100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-quarter.html' title='The first quarter'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-443807768127003596</id><published>2010-11-30T20:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:31:28.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A telephonic conversation</title><content type='html'>After 8 years of living in the shell, slowly I have started coming out and decided to renew the contacts of old schoolmates...this was inspired by a friend who asked me a simple question "don't you have contact or photos of school?" when i told i am feeling lonely...&lt;br /&gt;i became active on facebook and there..."we roar..." group was found...all old pals catching up with eachother...and a very good friend of mine, asked for my contact number telling he cant chat as he is feeling sleepy...finally he called me today and we were just chatting in general...the conversation continued for 2 hours...still its not over...we were talking about the good old days, the students who studied with us and the teachers who taught us...and we both have lots in common since we studied from LKG to 10th in the same class and was split only for the later 2 years...we, together, have seen people come n go in class...people who passed 12th with us...people who flunk and became our juniors and people who flunk and later became our classmates...people who left us after some years and didnt complete the 12th with us and people who joined us towards the later part of our 14 years of school life...it felt great...its not like he is in contact with these people but talking about the common threads brought in lots of fantastic and naughty memories...school...it was one hell of a fun and the best part was that i studied in the same school for 14 years...that way i knew lots of my seniors..the teachers knew me well and many juniors also remember me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-443807768127003596?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/443807768127003596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=443807768127003596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/443807768127003596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/443807768127003596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/11/telephonic-conversation.html' title='A telephonic conversation'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-1852295999651096113</id><published>2010-11-24T23:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:11:22.275+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>Today I lost a friend...to ego and personal freedom&lt;br /&gt;Its hurting me a lot and I am sad...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be old Samy that I once was...never hurt when people come and never hurt when people leave....extremly detached...I have decided to work on it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1852295999651096113?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-3056798999095478642</id><published>2010-11-20T16:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:29:42.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Low profile</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about keeping a very low profile for somedays now...just get away from everyone, change the mobile number and simply sit at home. I am tired of phone calls and the questions that people ask. I am tired of answering questions and not getting answers in return. Oh...i am so tired....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3056798999095478642?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3056798999095478642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3056798999095478642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3056798999095478642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3056798999095478642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/11/low-profile.html' title='Low profile'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8585894150688050105</id><published>2010-11-15T07:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:48:47.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winter is here</title><content type='html'>The wind is very cold...its chilling and sometimes freezing&lt;br /&gt;The sun is cheating us in the morning coz when he shows up, we feel its gonna be a sunny day and don't carry our sweater and i freeze on my way back from work...its just a 10 min walk and i feel as if i will become ice soon&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, its kind of pleasant knowing the fact that the year is coming to an end and christmas is around the corner(so is my b'day)....a sad thought that i am gonna be an year older and i think i am an year wiser...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the year is coming to an end, i always have the "last year, this time" thoughts like the columns in "The Hindu" newspaper....&lt;br /&gt;It was a really pleasant year and I will definitly miss this year&lt;br /&gt;I am just blabbering about something or the other with no specific thoughts....guess winter has frozen my brain also!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8585894150688050105?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8585894150688050105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8585894150688050105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8585894150688050105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8585894150688050105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-here.html' title='Winter is here'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-803933690104430938</id><published>2010-11-01T23:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:54:23.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4 Friends</title><content type='html'>I watched 4 friends today...a Mal movie starring Jayaram, Kuchacko Bobban, Jayasaurya and Meera Jasmine. The movie includes support cast of Lalu Alex,Ganesh, Salim Kumar and Suraj. Directed by Saji Surenudran and music by M Jayachandran, the movie has Kamal Hassan in cameo. The movie starts with the song "yeh dosti..." from Sholay and maintains this song till the last. After the movie, we end up wondering if there is only one song about friendship in this whole world. The movie works around four people from different lifestyles meeting in a common scenario, they all suffer from cancer and they decide to live their life to the core by doing what everyone wanted to do always. .&lt;br /&gt;The casts have had major make-over but Ganesh looks pathetic in his new hairstyle(read wig). Jayram has lost weight and Jayasurya looks bad with the green lens. Kunchacko looks nice even with the new hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;The camera is also bad towards the later part of the movie and there are some visuals that are blur. But the worst is the high drama that is involved that leaves the people wondering when the movie will end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-803933690104430938?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/803933690104430938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=803933690104430938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/803933690104430938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/803933690104430938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-friends.html' title='4 Friends'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-1428059376395109877</id><published>2010-10-07T22:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:53:37.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi can host Olympics</title><content type='html'>Can we??? This is first question that came to my mind when I read this news headline...&lt;br /&gt;The bite is by Sheila Dikshit, after convincing the CWG officials&lt;br /&gt;If the govt thinks to take the contract and wait for the last moment to complete the work with the help of the jawans..then i think its a very bad idea...&lt;br /&gt;there has been talks regarding looking into the matter of CWG 2010..for where the whole money has disappeared to....&lt;br /&gt;If you want India to be ready for Olympics...give the tenders to the pvt institutions and check on the quality. Take high security cover and plan well......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1428059376395109877?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1428059376395109877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1428059376395109877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1428059376395109877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1428059376395109877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/10/delhi-can-host-olympics.html' title='Delhi can host Olympics'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-6143965964394589941</id><published>2010-10-07T22:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:46:50.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Elsamma enne angutti</title><content type='html'>The movie was ok....Kunchacko is his usual self...the new heroine, well...she is no "hidden talent"...Indrajit....wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;He has lost weight and looks younger than Prithviraj now...what a total makeover!!!&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the way he delivers dialogues, he is just like Prithviraj....simply fantastic&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen Nedumudi Venu look soooooo old....it suits him&lt;br /&gt;Jagathy....well, he is the usual self...a brilliant actor and a fantastic comedian.&lt;br /&gt;The story line was very much similar to an old malayalam movie starring Mohanlal and Manju Warrier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6143965964394589941?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6143965964394589941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6143965964394589941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6143965964394589941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6143965964394589941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/10/elsamma-enne-angutti.html' title='Elsamma enne angutti'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-1779876134874906192</id><published>2010-09-27T21:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:15:53.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its raining....</title><content type='html'>I decided to wear black to work today and regretted it in the afternoon when the heat was totally unbearable...come 4pm and it started raining heavily and then it stopped just in time for me to go home...now it has come again accompanied by his best friends, lightning and thunder...now they are ruling here...some people are finding it tough to get back home but people like me who are at home....we are enjoyng this and now...i am just waiting to finish blogging and play some old nice hindi tracks and relax with a mug full of black coffee and tapioca chips that the bought in the weekend... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1779876134874906192?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1779876134874906192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1779876134874906192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1779876134874906192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1779876134874906192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-raining.html' title='Its raining....'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8517103918838186346</id><published>2010-09-26T22:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:30:33.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An sms i recieved</title><content type='html'>Ever Wondered:&lt;br /&gt;Why u start hating that stranger just because your friend hates him?&lt;br /&gt;Why u have a memory attached with the songs your friend loves to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Why u don't feel hungry when u don't have company?&lt;br /&gt;Why u don't mind laughing at yourself when u r with them?&lt;br /&gt;Why u don't go for the class if one of them isn't going?&lt;br /&gt;Why u enjoy even the most flop movie when with them?&lt;br /&gt;Well, may be that's what the call FRIEND!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8517103918838186346?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8517103918838186346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8517103918838186346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8517103918838186346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8517103918838186346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sms-i-recieved.html' title='An sms i recieved'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8802695668369425342</id><published>2010-09-26T10:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:47:37.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prnchi Ettan</title><content type='html'>A Mamootty starrer with the whole story based in Trichur (my hometown). He has tried to bing in the accent but not fully successful like what Mohanlal had done in the 80s in the movie Thuvanathumbikal.My friends were finding it difficult to follow the language but it seemed very funny coz i found the main trichur local words like "machu" "gadi" "daave" were missing. Trichur people use the word "ishtta" in almost every sentence but here the word was not much prominent. The support characters of Innocent and Jagathy have done a beautiful job but then for Innocent its easy coz he is from Irinjalakuda and Jagathy is a class- apart.&lt;br /&gt;The character "Pauli" is also very nice and has done a good acting.&lt;br /&gt;Sidhique is a total failure in the accent part and I dont know why Priyamani is there in the movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8802695668369425342?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8802695668369425342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8802695668369425342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8802695668369425342'/><link rel='self' 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friendship comes with no odium&lt;br /&gt;to all the people&lt;br /&gt;who sees life as an odyssey to be enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Ode to friendship has an odds-on chance&lt;br /&gt;to be liked by all&lt;br /&gt;who try to make out the odds and ends of love.&lt;br /&gt;Ode to friendship is an oddment of life&lt;br /&gt;that can never be searched&lt;br /&gt;and the oddity of it finding us is high.&lt;br /&gt;Ode to friendship is an OD of understanding&lt;br /&gt;that can never be decreased&lt;br /&gt;for the oddly fact is if friendship is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3110541572344746773?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3110541572344746773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3110541572344746773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3110541572344746773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3110541572344746773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/09/ode-to-friendship.html' title='Ode to Friendship'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-785978094659264331</id><published>2010-09-22T23:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:43:37.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>If lotus is the purest of all flowers, why is it born from dirt?&lt;br /&gt;If humans are supposed to love, then why does the society hate a couple in love?&lt;br /&gt;If love is divine, what is friendshp?&lt;br /&gt;Which is correct- unexplained or inexplicable?&lt;br /&gt;Why are girls expected to like pink and boys are given blue?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dwell over the past?&lt;br /&gt;Does God also have Deja Vu after creating couples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-785978094659264331?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/785978094659264331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=785978094659264331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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n cousin's finace.....got the cake....had a singing knife ( weird), 2 cokes and a packet of potato chips...dinner on her at Bawarrchi and the next day....shopping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;went around commercial like mad gals....since the fiance had gone to office....had the most fun filled moments after a gap of 3 years....it was like re-living the days of thaverkere hostel again....seriously missed you people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8416066442189283970?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8416066442189283970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8416066442189283970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8416066442189283970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8416066442189283970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/09/thaverkere-part-2.html' title='Thaverkere- Part 2'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-2668611356180291674</id><published>2010-08-26T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:11:42.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Written for me....by a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid August morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below the Academy ceiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A delightful gal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile being her first name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amicability got her the fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon she got the label&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Happy go lucky girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her Instant laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made even lame walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sparkle in her eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the darkness fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That caring hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a magical wand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The emotional hug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving me absolute smug &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love for others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making her the cynosure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That kingly attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always letting the moment rule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is one nice gal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A quality woman and a perfect pal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soumya, wishing you luck and great fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times immortal long live your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/29336052-2668611356180291674?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2668611356180291674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2668611356180291674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2668611356180291674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2668611356180291674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/08/written-for-meby-friend.html' title='Written for me....by a Friend'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-1548049218399435165</id><published>2010-08-10T19:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:04:37.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday- 8 Aug</title><content type='html'>A very pleasent day in my life...I met N &amp;amp; T...felt really really good coz i am seeing them after a gap of over 6 months...they are my sweethearts...2 decent people I have met in my life....got them both gifts...N got me a watch...it was nice to simply enjoy the silence that we share coz our friendship doesnt require words...they are indeed special!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1548049218399435165?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1548049218399435165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1548049218399435165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1548049218399435165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1548049218399435165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-8-aug.html' title='Sunday- 8 Aug'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-1089597004240248806</id><published>2010-08-02T20:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:46:50.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time in Mumbai</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in Mumbaai  is a 2010 film, directed by Milan Lutheria and produced by Ekta Kapoor. The film stars Ajay Devgan,Emran Hashmi, Prachi Desai and Kangana Ranaut in the lead roles...based on the life of Haji Mastan and Dawood Ibrahim... the rest of the cast are ok while Ajay Devgan has done a fantastic job...&lt;br /&gt;There is a beautiful song in this movie but somewhere along you will feel like running away from the theatre&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when the movie was given a 4 star rating by TOI...its definitly not worth that...&lt;br /&gt;I hope my next movie is better....if there is one in Gurgaon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1089597004240248806?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1089597004240248806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1089597004240248806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1089597004240248806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1089597004240248806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-upon-time-in-mumbai.html' title='Once upon a time in Mumbai'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-1101903566558893268</id><published>2010-07-30T18:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:21:13.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a wild wild night- 29th july 2010</title><content type='html'>R &amp;amp; P, my new friends from Gurgaon decided to go out to have drinks... and they were sad that P &amp;amp; I couldnt join them...but then coz of that they went to a place where gals cant enter and came back...totally drunk...we being the brilliant girls decided to take advantage of that and asked all the personal questions in the world...today they realised how easily they were fooled...&lt;br /&gt;We sat and chatted till 1.45 am and there started a new friendship....hope this continues for life...&lt;br /&gt;love u grandpas and mamma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1101903566558893268?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1101903566558893268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1101903566558893268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1101903566558893268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1101903566558893268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/07/wild-wild-night-29th-july-2010.html' title='a wild wild night- 29th july 2010'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-3465148158078786584</id><published>2010-07-27T20:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:26:23.341+05:30</updated><title type='text'>on tue...27th july 2010</title><content type='html'>Today...i realised suddenly that there are certain people whom we tend to miss a lot and it hurts very badly when we miss them and we wish they were near us....N ...im missing him a lot and for no specific reasons...I wanted this training to be with him but it didnt happen...he had it before me... when he was here for his training he had told me that he didnt find a single good friend and he was missing me but i didnt understand his feelings and now I do....I am going thru the same...In class, I sometimes search for him or someone who is somewhat like him but i dont get anyone....Im tired of this training and thats the truth....I just wish to meet him....and spend some quality time with him....tell him " dear, you are the best"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3465148158078786584?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3465148158078786584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3465148158078786584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3465148158078786584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3465148158078786584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-tue27th-july-2010.html' title='on tue...27th july 2010'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8163487737711410722</id><published>2010-07-27T20:08:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:44:53.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>first weekend in Gurgaon</title><content type='html'>Meet new people...feel new cultures....wont be commenting on the food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, we decided to got Agra and the collection started.... meet at 5 am else we will bang the door was the instruction...being the goody-goodies, we were ready by 5.20am and the long await started, not for seeing Agra but for the journey to begin and it did at 6.45 am...we had already lost almost 2 hours when traffic decided to kill another 2....finally, the hungry souls reached a restraunt at 2.30 pm for brunch and the food was not only expensive but pathetic....then we saw the Taj....and beautiful memories of the earlier trip was coming to mind all the time....a similar trip from MNYL...by the time the visit ended, I was totally tired and then we went to Agra Fort... and I decided not to go out but to take rest in the bus....the return journey started and we stopped in a dhaba...the food was amazing and it was more because of the hunger factor...and we reached back at 1.30 am on Monday....took bath and hit the bed..the next day was the public speaking and it was taken for granted " we are not prepared"... i did it ok....i guess...i didnt get many comments...now the second week begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8163487737711410722?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-418656658681154289</id><published>2010-07-22T19:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:20:00.208+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Gurgaon</title><content type='html'>The 2 Ps and I started our North journey on firday, it was raining for some unknown reasons....and as should happen, the three of us had had a bad day at work and had reached the station, finally. In the train, we realised that we had the area all to ourselves, except for one policeman in the night. But then it was cool till a total stranger decided to invade our precious time...Subbu.... a reporter for TOI, a musician and a photographer....he came whenever we decided to sleep or just woke up from sleep...he tried to read us and assess us...but nah....can it be done over a 36 hour journey??? I doubt it....he had his time, singing and taking pix and finally he said 'good-bye' and ' keep in touch'&lt;br /&gt;So, these are what happens over long journeys and I finished reading a book that my BM had given me for the trip....time passed and in the morning we were recieved by P's cousin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-418656658681154289?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/418656658681154289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=418656658681154289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/418656658681154289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/418656658681154289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey-to-gurgaon.html' title='Journey to Gurgaon'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-1785659288545852570</id><published>2010-06-25T13:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:12:02.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain has started in Bangalore....One day I was standing with my friend eating samosas when rain decided to visit us...standing in the shop and putting my hand out....it felt wonderful....i realised that time how much i miss the beautiful greenary of Kerala especially after rains, when everything looks clean and there is no water clogged on the roads thanx to the good drainage...It is one factor that I hate about Bangalore...if it starts raining...travelling in Bangalore becomes really bad ...dirty roads and filty streets....wash your legs with dettol ... going home...hope to see the rain and enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1785659288545852570?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1785659288545852570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1785659288545852570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1785659288545852570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1785659288545852570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-9102025623432116830</id><published>2010-05-09T12:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:38:18.327+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Did i ever tell....</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you about the time I went to Hyd for 2 weeks training from my present firm.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun....the training was in 2 different venues and I got to see many parts of the famous Hyd... I actually fell in love with that place and didnt feel like coming back to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;The training was on an all India basis and I got to meet lots of different people, we had cultural night one friday and sports day too....The best part of it was gaining 2 new friends...1 from Jammu and another from Noida...&lt;br /&gt;But thanx to these 2 I never got to see Golconda and had to see Charminar thrice....&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 weeks were simply fantastic and it will be a memory I will treasure in my heart forever....Thanx N &amp;amp; T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-9102025623432116830?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/9102025623432116830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=9102025623432116830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/9102025623432116830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/9102025623432116830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-i-ever-tell.html' title='Did i ever tell....'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-1263431360161320420</id><published>2010-05-02T12:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:14:32.714+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A week at new home</title><content type='html'>For the past one week, I have been taken care of by my mom and my aunt in my house in Bangalore and it felt really good...&lt;br /&gt;I never had anyone to open the door and provide me hot dinner for almost an year and I am really enjoying this change....&lt;br /&gt;I will miss this once my Mom goes back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1263431360161320420?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1263431360161320420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1263431360161320420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1263431360161320420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1263431360161320420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-at-new-home.html' title='A week at new home'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-1178042343594656180</id><published>2010-04-25T10:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:12:41.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship....</title><content type='html'>Its definitly a wierd world of mine....&lt;br /&gt;I have worked in this office a few months back, done my job and gone back without making any new friends or contacts amongst the seniors and after 2 months when i came back to do the same job, i meet some interesting people. They existed when i had come the first time but now they took an opportunity to know me and i guess i became more open to let them into my life and suddenly my work place has become very intersting...Thank you seniors...M &amp;amp; A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1178042343594656180?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1178042343594656180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1178042343594656180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1178042343594656180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1178042343594656180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship....'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-66115501348948186</id><published>2010-04-16T09:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:10:26.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Music and Books</title><content type='html'>Movies i wish to posses-&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's, Roman Holiday, Walk on the clouds, Macknes Gold, Pretty Woman, Shall We Dance&lt;br /&gt;Music i wish to have-&lt;br /&gt;Sufi from Pakistan, Gulzar and Alka Yagnik&lt;br /&gt;Books I want-&lt;br /&gt;Bridges of Madison County, Danielle Steele and any other books....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-66115501348948186?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/66115501348948186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=66115501348948186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/66115501348948186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/66115501348948186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/04/movies-music-and-books.html' title='Movies, Music and Books'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-566669948477015546</id><published>2010-04-16T08:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:06:50.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The trip of a lifetime</title><content type='html'>On 11th i decide that i have to go to Kerala for Vishu no matter what the mode of transport...I had to cancel my 10th tickets because my leave wasnt fully sanctioned....so I decided to leave on 13th as Vishu is on 15th and Kani is the most important part of Vishu...also 14th is a National Holiday....&lt;br /&gt;13th....i leave the office at 6pm and have a minor accident as the local bus i was getting into started before i could board completly but the excitement of going home was high that the pain was totally forgotten...then i go to Sattelite station where all the Kerala KSRTC buses are supposed to begin the journey but i am disappointed as there are no tickets available...:(&lt;br /&gt;So i leave to double road where i know there are SETC buses...Well, atleast till Coimbatore i will reach without much disturbance...and the time is already 11pm....I get an a/c coimbatore bus in which the a/c is put when there are no people and when the bus is full from Salem, they decide to stop the a/c...finally i reached coimbatore at 8.30 am and then when i approach the Kerala KSRTC counter, there are no employees...reason...is it coz its Vishu?? no its coz no buses are crossing the border both ways....so, i realise that my Vishu is going to be in TN....what a wonderful start to the new year...but i decide to go to Ukaddam from where i know there will be KSRTC buses and i see that platform full of people who have been waiting for the same bus since 6.30 am....i rush to the railway station where i am told the next train is at 4pm...so i ask the people in the railway station what i should do and they tell that there is another way other than Walayar to cross the border and its via Pollachi....so i go back to Ukkadam where I am told there are contineous buses to Pollachi, get into the first bus visible and stand for over an hour to reach Pollachi. I don't think i have ever been so happy to see the red bus as i was that day...i get into a bus to Palakkad coz that leaves first and from Palakkad a bus to Trichur....its 2.30pm...what a wonderful day I had....and when i entered my friend's shop at East Fort their faces were worth the show coz i had become black due to all the dust, heat and TN buses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-566669948477015546?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/566669948477015546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=566669948477015546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/566669948477015546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/566669948477015546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-of-lifetime.html' title='The trip of a lifetime'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-5194412809360403731</id><published>2010-04-09T20:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:26:06.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Office</title><content type='html'>I have always wondered if there can be a life outside office...for the past one year we have been adjusting to the work environment but now it is adjusting to us...&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back i did an adventerous trip to Mysore....saw the most important landmarks and came back in a day...i was with 2 of my friends who are my collegues too and it was a really wonderful feeling....Now, the next target is Hampi...hope it too happens....&lt;br /&gt;Its always nice to have friends in a work place like mine where there is a huge generation gap...&lt;br /&gt;and at present we are really enjoying coz there are some 10 of us who are in the same building...be it breakfast lunch or shopping we do it together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5194412809360403731?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5194412809360403731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5194412809360403731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5194412809360403731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5194412809360403731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/04/office.html' title='Office'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-1356170675679929056</id><published>2010-04-02T21:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:43:47.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>trying to come back....plz help me</title><content type='html'>its been over an year since i blogged...somewhere i just lost touch with life...the fact that life is to be lived with your loved ones and not be worked in a factory...im trying to rejuvenate....trying to read and write....relearning what i had learnt and trying to unlearn the virtual life....just wish that God will support me in this move....for i wish to live life....King size....&lt;br /&gt;After an year of search i have found some friends whom i no longer refer as colleagues....i hope this relation sticks to me as i long as i stick to this world.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1356170675679929056?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1356170675679929056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1356170675679929056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1356170675679929056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1356170675679929056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2010/04/trying-to-come-backplz-help-me.html' title='trying to come back....plz help me'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-5779955173055968150</id><published>2009-01-10T12:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:08:57.373+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team ITFok 2008'/><title type='text'>A day to Mavlikkara</title><content type='html'>Jan 9, 2008- A trip to Mavelikkara....a trip that was originally supposed to start at 5.30am... then it went to 10.30am coz we had to present some files at work... the number of people- 7, number of cars-2 and more luggages...We were on the way to  our Festival Director's house...a special invitation to FINALLY celebrate our New Year...Moments of glory, memories of past- a room at the right of Regional which became our home... the fights we had, the tensions created and of course the moments of happiness when our fight against odds succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;So, the original trip started at 3 after having lunch.Me, Lenson and Mallu in the Innova followed by Sarath, Sanal, Saji and Shailaja in the Santro. The Innova had a stop over at Alleppy and then we had to wait 45 min for the Santro.Reached Mavellikkara at 10pm... had celebrations, music and discussions and the Innova was again ready to return with Lenson at the wheel, me, Sanal and Sarath in it. The time was 1.30 am on 10th.... we reached Chalakudy, managed to drop Sanal and Sarath at Sanal's place...and reached Trichur at 5am.....I believe this is one of the most beautiful days I have ever had....sharing time, food and drinks with people who are extremly like minded including FD's sister and bro- on- law. I have known Saji and Shailaja for a long time but never interacted maybe coz now only the time came and now I am happy for I understood there are lots of people in Trichur whom I could refer as like- minded....Lenson and I share a special like mindedness which can never be questioned for we don't need words to understand each other's feelings.... such friends are rare and I am happy I have him. Saji was always a silent character in my map and now he holds a complete different image of a protective, responsible friend and brother.... I am happy to have met such nice people and thats what I have always called Team ITFoK 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5779955173055968150?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5779955173055968150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5779955173055968150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5779955173055968150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5779955173055968150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-to-mavlikkara.html' title='A day to Mavlikkara'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-965515628593335366</id><published>2008-12-31T23:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:24:58.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye- 2008</title><content type='html'>As the time closes on this year...I just hope and pray that the year ahead will be better( we always do that, don't we?) ....I have learnt a lot in this year...a year of experience, hearbreaks, tears, laughters and memories but the most I still value is the realtion I have made and the relations I broke to maintain my theory of life... I am not perfect, I have never been... I know I have insulted many people, hurt many people and angered lots....Many people have taken me for granted and some who have been the closest for years have now become strangers....but i accept all these as i know there are lots more experiences and mysteries waiting ahead...but still i pray that 2009 won't give me so much pain as 2008...in just an year, thanks to all these experiences, i feel i have aged to 30....and this is not my tiredness speaking...its my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-965515628593335366?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/965515628593335366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=965515628593335366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/965515628593335366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/965515628593335366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008.html' title='Goodbye- 2008'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-2105945828068013075</id><published>2008-12-31T15:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:18:57.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Sir...With Love</title><content type='html'>A darkness had surrounded me&lt;br /&gt;till you came in my life&lt;br /&gt;I had a goal but no path&lt;br /&gt;and you showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and led me&lt;br /&gt;Till I was confident to travel alone&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a chance&lt;br /&gt;to differ the good and the evil&lt;br /&gt;You gave experience a chance&lt;br /&gt;to leave impressions in my life&lt;br /&gt;You never stopped me&lt;br /&gt;when I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;But always waited...&lt;br /&gt;because you knew I would comebackto you...&lt;br /&gt;You had faith in my talents&lt;br /&gt;even when i doubted it&lt;br /&gt;You removed "laziness"from my dictonary&lt;br /&gt;and most of all...&lt;br /&gt;You respected my ideas&lt;br /&gt;and loved me as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Sir...&lt;br /&gt;For Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote this poem as a tribute to a person who has always held a special place in my life. We have lost contact but he is still in my life, as a guide...I don't think there is any day when I don't think about him. I just wish he was here in person...for I feel lonely without him in this concrete jungle full of barbarians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2105945828068013075?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2105945828068013075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2105945828068013075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2105945828068013075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2105945828068013075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-sirwith-love.html' title='To Sir...With Love'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-856165625395659784</id><published>2008-12-30T23:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:43:24.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sometimes....</title><content type='html'>I was having one of those hectic days today when my friend came online...there are moments in life when u badly wish to have a person who can understand u....understand the simple unlogic behind hecticness of no work...a hecticness where there is a lot of wandering around and there is a lot of forgetfulness...a hectic life where you just wish you could sit for atleast a minute but some work surely comes up...nowadays my mornings have been filled with this and more....&lt;br /&gt;then i logged into gtalk and i saw a li'l ping....my friend was online...its no wonder coz she is online from work...then she says those magical words "i miss u...wish to c u" and my heart stops for a moment...even i have been feeling like that for a long time...just to sit with her, have a cup of coffee and talk about the stupidness and meaninglessness of life. I wish I had friends like that... Now, I am not a person who doesn't have friends but these kind of people are really special...&lt;br /&gt;I guess its right when people say " the more you grow older, the more we wish to have people whom we have known for a long time"...i guess, sometimes in our youth we reach that stage where we behave and think like old people...now is it just my stress talking or my un-counscious subconscious mind!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-856165625395659784?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/856165625395659784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=856165625395659784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/856165625395659784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/856165625395659784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes.html' title='sometimes....'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-5113851183457926870</id><published>2008-12-30T12:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:02:17.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of Iran</title><content type='html'>When I first thought about drama from Iran I was astonished coz i have always known about Iran Film but never about the active theatre but when i saw the play they presented yesterday, the modern feminist version of Jocasta, I was very happy. Happy to see a real play, happy to see the energy of youngesters, happy to see the older conservative ethical being spellbound and of course some people had problems with their words which were quite youngish...they used words like " pee" and "fuck". But then, change is the law of the world and if people can't accept change then they are not worth to be in this society especially a place like theatre where change is the essence of survival.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the play by Iran and i feel they did a fantastic job considering the negatives they had to face at the festival and the challenges they had to face within their country...I wish them all the best and a wish to see more brilliant performances by this group in the years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5113851183457926870?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5113851183457926870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5113851183457926870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5113851183457926870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5113851183457926870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-of-iran.html' title='The beauty of Iran'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-3637822887527421547</id><published>2008-12-29T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:15:59.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Natural and Unnatural?</title><content type='html'>I happen to see a blog where there is a mention about "un- natural" and i was trying hard to figure out the difference? i have never really understood why certain "things" in this world is unnatural while some are not...why some relations are unnatural and some are not...i am having a bad time with this differentiation...isnt it all a human made concept to degrade some and to upgrade others....whats wrong to some might be right for others....i wonder how this can be understood....as far as i am concerned....the most natural food in this world is Maggi which is unnatural to everyone else....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3637822887527421547?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3637822887527421547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3637822887527421547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3637822887527421547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3637822887527421547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/natural-and-unnatural.html' title='Natural and Unnatural?'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-5162374134082424881</id><published>2008-12-28T16:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:30:43.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aatmahathya</title><content type='html'>As part of the International Theater Festival of Kerala, a play from Maharashtra was played on 27/12/2008 at Vijay Tendulkar Nagar. A play that speaks about the suicide of farmers in a small village in Maharashtra. Its a story about the failure of crop harvests and the farmers committing suicides because of pressure from the landlords to return the money. But if we take a 360 degree look at the farmer's situation, we see not only the landlords but also the depression of the farmer who is the sole breadwinner in the family, the loss of confidence as he is unable to cope with the fact that his source of income has failed him and a situation reaches where his belief in God is also lost. He starts loosing hope in life and the future looks bleak to him. The only hope left in life is to end it. When he sees the same situation among his fellow farmers and also see that the family's are recieving money when these farmers commit suicide, the mental compelssion to do such an act increases, he feels that this money would save his family from debt even if it costs it his life. He forgets the fact that the journey of life for his family doesnt end at here and even if he dies his family has to live with this humiliation and the main fact that the sole breadwinner is dead and now his children will have to enter child labour or his wife will have to find a way to live...&lt;br /&gt;A situation is created by the money given by the government where the farmer is blind from the larger picture of life and death and his main aim becomes just to get the money for the family...&lt;br /&gt;This drama is a message to the Govt and the media to decrease the hype surrounding the suicides and especially around some Minister giving money to these families.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this drama was not appreciated by the local people of the place since it was never meant for a town like this...if this was to be played somewhere in Mangalore, Kannur and areas suurounding that, I am sure that the people would be able to understand&lt;br /&gt;Also, i feel the people today have very much become used to films and the fictions surrounding it that they are no longer in a mood to accept reality, be it in the movies or in drama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5162374134082424881?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5162374134082424881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5162374134082424881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5162374134082424881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5162374134082424881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/aatmahathya.html' title='Aatmahathya'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8184652705217169140</id><published>2008-12-28T13:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:50:14.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Wednesday</title><content type='html'>A Wednesday is a movie featuring Nassarudhin Shah and Anupam Kher...it was never a hit in the commercial sense but after the Mumbai tragedy I feel that the local people will follow this movie more and maybe try to enact it...I would defintly recommand it as a must watch. but enating it will never be affective...&lt;br /&gt;think about the 1st year student who was shot down at Bangalore....all people are on the edge, especially the armed forces in the metros...the child was never to blame coz he got frightened by the police but I never knew that the army and other forces had "the shoot on doubt" order. Will the Govt. now try to frame him as a terrorist who was planning to destroy the MG Road military camp? Will Mr Athulya raise his voice in all the wrong sense just like he did to Mr Karkare?&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my focus, i have travelled away from the movie to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8184652705217169140?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8184652705217169140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8184652705217169140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8184652705217169140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8184652705217169140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/wednesday.html' title='A Wednesday'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-4275862402434921944</id><published>2008-12-27T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:04:31.537+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arya</title><content type='html'>I am very happy to announce the birth of my neice, Arya on December 23,2008. It was a day before my 24th birthday and it was my Mom's birthday too....celebration!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of young Uncles and Aunts are around me and there are lots of unborn Uncles and Aunts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-4275862402434921944?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/4275862402434921944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=4275862402434921944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4275862402434921944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4275862402434921944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/arya.html' title='Arya'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-887935005983798154</id><published>2008-12-09T10:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:29:33.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Year of Badness</title><content type='html'>A year of bad happenings in the world....a year which no one will forget fast....a year of recession(is it over?) a year of terrorism...a year of change for the US(for good or bad?)&lt;br /&gt;A year when many were left jobless and many others were homeless...a year when many lost their dear ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end...there is a bright light in this dark tunnel....its a year when everyone stood together to overcome this darkness and people became wiser to understand that the rulers are a mere waste of tax.....hope this spirit of unity continues...to make this world a better place coz its not our private property...we  owe to give our future generations the best we can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-887935005983798154?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/887935005983798154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=887935005983798154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/887935005983798154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/887935005983798154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-of-badness.html' title='Year of Badness'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-6841317869768422853</id><published>2008-06-19T13:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:54:06.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a loooooooooong time</title><content type='html'>after a long time i am writing&lt;br /&gt;after a long time i am having some free time(the obvious reason for writing)&lt;br /&gt;after a long time i got to watch a good movie&lt;br /&gt;it features meryl streep and clint eastwood&lt;br /&gt;the movie is an adaption of a very good book "the bridges of madison county"....i might have read the book a zillion times but saw the movie only today....&lt;br /&gt;its a must watch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6841317869768422853?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6841317869768422853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6841317869768422853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6841317869768422853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6841317869768422853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/06/loooooooooong-time.html' title='a loooooooooong time'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-3382193566183360618</id><published>2008-01-30T00:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:24:42.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW JOB</title><content type='html'>started my new MNC career in dec....its nice....but its hectic&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy it yet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3382193566183360618?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3382193566183360618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3382193566183360618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3382193566183360618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3382193566183360618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-job.html' title='NEW JOB'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-6320915365484212224</id><published>2007-12-05T23:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:05:59.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My brother's marriage</title><content type='html'>Date- 3 dec,2007&lt;br /&gt;Venue- Souparnika Auditorium, Engadyuir&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a breathe of relief....the long awaited marriage is over...My sweet cute bro, Deepak got married to my sweet cute innocent friend Ramya...a perfect pair&lt;br /&gt;Ok...the truth..this is a love marriage and i had known about this relation for the past 3 years but i couldn't tell anyone coz it was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig secret...even M came to know about it later...that was a promise i had given my big bro and i kept my word...many people from our "family" came to me and asked if its a love marriage and we kept on denying it...only the old people  of the "family" knew it was love marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Now...its a big relief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6320915365484212224?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6320915365484212224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6320915365484212224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6320915365484212224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6320915365484212224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-brothers-marriage.html' title='My brother&apos;s marriage'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-8696148563350637268</id><published>2007-11-19T00:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:33:14.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>A Prithviraj, Roma starrer, this mal movie is a real nice one. This story is based in a girls only college that sees a guy in the campus for the first time&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie is Lalu Alex as his role as Roma's Father&lt;br /&gt;There is no co-ordination between the music of the movie and the script and the music sounds very similar to the music in Classmates yet that is the only bad part that you have to suffer&lt;br /&gt;The movie had my eyes filled with tears coz of all the laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8696148563350637268?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8696148563350637268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8696148563350637268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8696148563350637268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8696148563350637268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/11/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-4477893147756696076</id><published>2007-11-15T10:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:05.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Om Shanti Om</title><content type='html'>Om Shanti Om is a 2007 diwali release by Red Chillies Entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Cast- Shah Rukh Khan, Deepika Padukone, Arjun Rampal, Shreyas Talpade, Kirron Kher etc&lt;br /&gt;There was special appearences by many senior artists like Amitabh Bachchan, Darmendra, Jitendra, Rishi Kapoor, Subhash Ghai, Bappi Lahri etc. Also seen were Sanjay Dutt,  Abhishek Bachchan,Salman Khan, Akshay Kumar,Karishma Kapoor, Kajol, Rani Mukherji, Farah Khan and Vishal. I am sure the work on the sets were total fun and full of egos.&lt;br /&gt;But the movie, according to me, was a re-make of Karz(1980) directed by Subhash Ghai.&lt;br /&gt;The song "Om Shanti Om" is from this movie and the clipping is shown at the start of this movie&lt;br /&gt;I should have guessed the whole story when I saw that clipping.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 best parts of the movie- Deepika Padukone and beautiful music by Vishal- Shekhar&lt;br /&gt;One of the most noticed thing in this movie- Shah Rukh, your age is really showing on your face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-4477893147756696076?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/4477893147756696076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=4477893147756696076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4477893147756696076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4477893147756696076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/11/om-shanti-om.html' title='Om Shanti Om'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-2171346585992371666</id><published>2007-11-01T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:03:52.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rajdeep Sardesai</title><content type='html'>Rajdeep Sardesai of CNN-IBN expresses what he feels about Mr Kalam which is very true, I personally feel.&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of Mr Kalam and respect him for his ideologies...like the way he opened up the Rashtrapati Bhavan for children, love his eccentric hairstyle and everything about this great guy.&lt;br /&gt;I also admire Rajdeep Sardesai, the face of IBN.A prodegee of Roy but unlike Roy, I have felt that his talk appeals to the educated class while Roy can make an LKG kid understand his stand on any issue&lt;br /&gt;Sardesai is also a fantastic cricket player&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2171346585992371666?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ibnlive.com/blogs/Rajdeep%20Sardesai/1/2167/kalam-a-man-for-all-reasons.html' title='Rajdeep Sardesai'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibnlive.com/blogs/Rajdeep%20Sardesai/1/2167/kalam-a-man-for-all-reasons.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2171346585992371666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2171346585992371666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2171346585992371666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2171346585992371666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/rajdeep-sardesai.html' title='Rajdeep Sardesai'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-669624417472416881</id><published>2007-10-27T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:15:00.002+05:30</updated><title type='text'>laaga chunri mein daag</title><content type='html'>Laaga Chunri mein daag...the journey of a woman&lt;br /&gt;movie under Yash Raj banner&lt;br /&gt;cast: rani mukherjee, konkona sen, jaya bachchan, anupam kher, abhishek bachchan and kunal kapoor&lt;br /&gt;the movie is about two sisters based in Benaras...the story of burden and the severe steps that is taken to keep the family intact...the story seen in all hindi movies yet this movie is different.&lt;br /&gt;the movie is about the father wishing he had a son and the daughter is adment on proving him wrong...the story about good friendship and about true love.&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the movie although i wish i had seen more of abhishek bachchan&lt;br /&gt;a must watch movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-669624417472416881?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/669624417472416881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=669624417472416881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/669624417472416881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/669624417472416881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/laaga-chunri-mein-daag.html' title='laaga chunri mein daag'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-3081778674359380441</id><published>2007-10-19T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:54:54.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>We usually come across the word "best friend" or "true friend" or "close friend"&lt;br /&gt;i never really understood the concept behind these...so i decided to give it a thought&lt;br /&gt;who will be a person whom i refer as my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;given my character, a best friend for me will be a person who knows that i have an incurable trait of lying and can understand when i lie and when i don't...(s)he should be the person with whom i lie the least, and when i lie, the person should never ask me y i did so coz she should understand that i will lie to her only if 1)i dont wish to break a promise i made to someone or 2) i dont wish to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;the person should never ever be possessive about me and should understand that i will have many friends but not someone like her...and whatever happens, i will always confess in her.&lt;br /&gt;If under any circumstance, i dont contact her, she shouldnt be pissed coz she will always be in my mind even if im not physically present and one fine day she will find a stupid mail in her inbox explaining all the stuffs that was happening in my life and expect the same in return....life will be back to normal as if there was no  break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3081778674359380441?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3081778674359380441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3081778674359380441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3081778674359380441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3081778674359380441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-6896583441420309490</id><published>2007-10-18T23:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:31:19.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sacred Chants</title><content type='html'>I was in Bangalore this weekend when i came across a composition called "the sacred chants"&lt;br /&gt;it was sung by 2 young artists. So hearing the tune of suprabhadam in a youthful voice was a pleasure but it can never compete with the devotion MSS.&lt;br /&gt;The tunes were of the songs that we have heard many times over in temples and other devotional stuffs but the words werent the same...suddenly hearing the words that we learnt long time back brought back beautiful memories&lt;br /&gt;I heard a bhajan about kaali and remembered the words that i was taught when i was 5 or 6....its amazing how you remember anything that is taught in  a particular tune but never remember anything for the exams..guess this is why the old gurukulam system was really effective&lt;br /&gt;the shocking part of the whole thing was the fact that this music was done by the local boys- SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;I was sad that this wasnt a big success in Kerala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-6896583441420309490?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/6896583441420309490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=6896583441420309490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6896583441420309490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/6896583441420309490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/sacred-chants.html' title='The Sacred Chants'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-868941673689043104</id><published>2007-10-18T16:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:08:29.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind Games</title><content type='html'>This topic is a copy of a topic that a friend once wrote&lt;br /&gt;now- mind games is not something i usually indulge in coz i know how things can go out of control and maybe cause serious problems&lt;br /&gt;influential- i am not&lt;br /&gt;innocent - i am&lt;br /&gt;i am no mind reader to map a person's mind and understand his weaknesses and his strengths&lt;br /&gt;i can never play with a person's emotions or other feelings for that matter&lt;br /&gt;i can never lie into the eyes that are piercing into my soul&lt;br /&gt;i maybe a weak human who looks strong to the outer world coz that way no idiot will try to break into my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;i am an open book that can easily be read&lt;br /&gt;i am an extrovert with shyness...wierd????&lt;br /&gt;lemme explain- i can be pretty comfy with people, get them comfy with me also...make them speak about their worries and tensions&lt;br /&gt;but im shy coz i cant talk first...i can only speak if that person speaks to me and this rule breaks only around my mom ad my hus&lt;br /&gt;even my sis and my dad have to talk to me 1st so that i will speak to them&lt;br /&gt;so---that my mind....do u really think i can play mind games?get into the person's head and understand what he is thinking?get into his emotions and control it?get to know the person  so well that u know exactly the answers he will give to your questions and hence have the pre-planned converstation that will take you to the desired action...no, i am a petite person who can never understand myself who how do u expect me to understand others&lt;br /&gt;so- if there is a mind game master out there, please tell me about myself since im sure u must have figured me out by now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-868941673689043104?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/868941673689043104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=868941673689043104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/868941673689043104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/868941673689043104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/mind-games.html' title='Mind Games'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-2890641499973388412</id><published>2007-10-18T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:57:55.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>writing is something that comes to me naturally, i dont claim to be an expert or for that fact, any good in that art...but once i sit down to write something, i usually try to do justice to that beauty.&lt;br /&gt;i have won some awards for many english writing activities while i was in college, i dont c a great deal in that fact but many others did incl the  professors in the inst. coz that college had the best post-grad students in eng(under the university) and i was able to compete and win against them in all the literary stuffs&lt;br /&gt;now, many people have asked me why i can't make a career in that...many of my relatives have often asked me this and now a friend also asked...it got me into serious thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do i write&lt;/em&gt;? i rem a friend once advicing me to write about my life and she will publish coz she was sure it would have made a best seller...now that was when i was 17...what about now?&lt;br /&gt;all the stupid poetry that i have written so far are..well...stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;my life???its not to be made into a book coz im just in my early 20s and havent done anything great&lt;br /&gt;so guys....c'mon give me some new topic to write on and if anyone tells me to take up a profession in writing...my Q will be gimme a topic coz thats what i lack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2890641499973388412?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-7701811439963636794</id><published>2007-10-03T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:12:07.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I remember having this conversation in college long time back and let me just present the main part of it here&lt;br /&gt;Rem the movies of the late 70s and 80s???this was the time when movies like zanjeer were released...the movie created "the angry young man" character...this was also the time when the youth of India were undergoing various frustrations like unemployment, economic setback and of course the emergency.&lt;br /&gt;So, when "vijay" was introduced to the youth through the movies, the people were able to adapt to it coz this was what they wanted...a guy who would speak up for the society and finally the good wins over the evil&lt;br /&gt;The early 90s and the turn of the millenium saw a change as characters like raj, rohit and rahul were introduced...while raj and rohit mainly had the image of young guys becoming successful in India and abroad through hard-work the "rahul" characters were the people who were ABCDs...this was the youth who were either in US or UK, had more than what they wanted and just had to make things work for them&lt;br /&gt;Iguess Yash Chopra, Karan Johar and many other directors have been able to embed the feelings of the society into the movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-7701811439963636794?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/7701811439963636794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=7701811439963636794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7701811439963636794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7701811439963636794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-7849399900591099988</id><published>2007-10-02T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:01:52.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Lucky is a person i started admiring from the time i came to know about her.A woman determined to get the work done her way, doesnt care if she has to break all the norms of the society to get what she wants, a woman who always puts her family before anything but the weakness that she has towards her family is her strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer:Jackie Collins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-7849399900591099988?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/7849399900591099988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=7849399900591099988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7849399900591099988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7849399900591099988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-102927860147020361</id><published>2007-10-02T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:14:23.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bangalore friends</title><content type='html'>it all started with a coincidence....i was called for an interview and my ex-roomie had the last day for applying her degree certificate on sat.&lt;br /&gt;We left on friday evening and stood in kormanagala for sometime since we had no place to stay...then some of our dear friends helped us.We ran to college to get her things done and waited for my call...this wait continued till 5p.m&lt;br /&gt;in the middle i managed to meet a dear friend, go out on lunch with him and also we(my ex-roomie n me) managed to visit our old hostel and give our dear neighbour a cool surprise...the 3 of us later went to church.&lt;br /&gt;after the interview i went to forum and our plan of visiting ISKCON was ruined coz my inteview got over by 7pm....in forum it was nice....I was surrounded by 3 close friends...we went out to a good joint and then for dinner...took a friend near his house and the 3 of us went to my friend's place...the stay was a pleasure and a good memory thanks to this embarrassed clean fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;sunday was supposed to be a lazy day and a day to meet all the people possible but i ended by meeting nobody coz everyone was out of town...so i decided to spend the time my dear friend.we went to the guys' place in the evening and created hell...i dont rem when i slept off but i do rem waking up at 3am coz i was freezing&lt;br /&gt;on mon i had to decide between meeting a friend and helping my roomie but i finally did what i feel my heart said&lt;br /&gt;thanx to all those special 3 days im in heaven...im looking forward to a happy life(after some terrible times) and i surely hope that the sun that has surrounded me with light will never leave me....i will not be in darkeness like before...i rem seeing many fireflies and mistaking it for the sun and finally ending up crying in the darkeness that surrounded me as the fireflies died...i hope this will be a wonderful sun and not another firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-102927860147020361?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-229255782712061317</id><published>2007-09-25T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:59:35.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chirapunji</title><content type='html'>hey...cherrapunji is a place i always wanted to visit and guess what??That place is in kerala now...think i hav gone crazy???&lt;br /&gt;its just that, the nature has forgotten the rules of the land...the monsoon is supposed to start from kerala and then travel to the north. i agree it travelled but not completly...its still raning here...i dont rem us gettin rain in sept...this is the time when we are supposed to sow new seeds and then wait for the mild shower that is returning after visiting the whole country.&lt;br /&gt;but now, its raining and there was thunder also...the people who built houses over the paddy fields are really sufferning...although the govt brought the rule that land shouldnt be destroyed i feel that nature herself is making sure that no paddy fields are ever gonna be destroyed further but will the builders understand this?&lt;br /&gt;i belong to a place which has lots of paddy fields and over the past 5 years  i have seen this disappear and big apartments replace it...the EMKE group and alike are yet to get the message...hope it won't be too late and there wont be further lose of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-229255782712061317?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/229255782712061317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=229255782712061317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;A path that was uneven&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by the darkeness&lt;br /&gt;and the horror it symbolised&lt;br /&gt;I made way into the woods&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of darkeness...&lt;br /&gt;so vast that i went deeper.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness embraced me&lt;br /&gt;into their life&lt;br /&gt;It never left me&lt;br /&gt;and i never knew if&lt;br /&gt;it was the dawn or the dusk&lt;br /&gt;I love Darkeness that&lt;br /&gt;submerges me in its love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2816408053550079056?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2816408053550079056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2816408053550079056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2816408053550079056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2816408053550079056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/09/darkeness-i-love-you.html' title='Darkeness - I love you'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-2844452888349355470</id><published>2007-09-04T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:25:05.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pappu pass hogaya</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;im finally done with my MA exams and got ok marks....yippee...pappu pass hogaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2844452888349355470?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2844452888349355470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2844452888349355470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2844452888349355470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/2844452888349355470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/09/pappu-pass-hogaya.html' title='pappu pass hogaya'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-7708144227733285108</id><published>2007-09-03T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:09:19.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A poem i love</title><content type='html'>Song- Christina Rossetti&lt;br /&gt;When I am dead, my dearest&lt;br /&gt;sing no sad songs for me;&lt;br /&gt;Plant thou no roses at my head,&lt;br /&gt;Nor shady cypress- tree;&lt;br /&gt;Be the green grass above me&lt;br /&gt;With showers and dew drops wet&lt;br /&gt;And if thou wilt, forget&lt;br /&gt;I shall not see the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not feel the rain;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not hear the nightingale&lt;br /&gt;sing in, as if in pain;&lt;br /&gt;And if dreaming through the twilight&lt;br /&gt;That doth not rise nor set,&lt;br /&gt;Haply I may remember&lt;br /&gt;Haply I may forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-7708144227733285108?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/7708144227733285108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=7708144227733285108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7708144227733285108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7708144227733285108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem-i-love.html' title='A poem i love'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-724934812965714347</id><published>2007-09-03T09:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:27:05.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ernakulam visit</title><content type='html'>I visited ekm yday(sept 2) to see my old rommie...went in the local KSRTC.&lt;br /&gt;M was also there with me and the moment we got into the bus there was an old friend and then our family Doc also entered the bus...he didnt see me till we got out in the same stop.&lt;br /&gt;I was carrying a sweater to return it to my friend but as expected i left it in the bus.The moment we realised it, we took an auto and went to the KSRTC stand but the bus had left, so the bus people will get a sweater for free.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend came, we started yapping happily and walked a lot till we realised that no restraunt was open...finally got a place in marine drive, had food(all this time we were talking continously) and then we decided to go for a boat ride(its not as if there are much options also)...when we got into the boat, there was no one else...appol we had to wait till the boat was filled(sitting in the boat and talking for and hour and then the ride  took another one hour)...now what to do??so we decided to hit the BIGGEST mall in ekm...its called baypride tower and i felt city center is better..this place had just 2 storeys...i agree that it had all the major brands and a barista but don't tell me its the biggest...and the worst thing ever...it has a board which says "the forum"...how dare they insult our tharvadu...so we roamed around, made a big hell had some coffee and returned to the KSRTC stand&lt;br /&gt;my friend was supposed to get down near her college and by the time she was leaving, she started crying in the bus...everytime i leave she cries....its sort of become a ritual now...told her to get a transfer and en-roll for the same course in Trichur and she can visit us anytime but the poor soul is suffering among the narrow- minded mals...i completly understand coz no one can be like me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-724934812965714347?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/724934812965714347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=724934812965714347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/724934812965714347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/724934812965714347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/09/ernakulam-visit.html' title='Ernakulam visit'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-8783897371756581013</id><published>2007-08-31T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:20:42.495+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 nice peoms</title><content type='html'>Accept me as I am-I have no guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;A claim to perfection I have not.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect I cannot be. I, like you.....am human.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not a character flaw,&lt;br /&gt; Just a part of the human makeup.&lt;br /&gt; I live, I laugh and I also learn.&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge is incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;I am searching all the time,&lt;br /&gt;in waking hours as well as sleep.&lt;br /&gt; I have a long road to travel, as well as you do.&lt;br /&gt; We learn our lessons on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom we shall acrue.&lt;br /&gt;Accept me as I am Because I am ....me.&lt;br /&gt;And You are you.&lt;br /&gt;No one like me in the world.&lt;br /&gt;That is my only guarantee.&lt;br /&gt; God Bless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am I&lt;br /&gt;Do not change me&lt;br /&gt;Nor put me down&lt;br /&gt;Accept me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;NO.... you need not agree with me&lt;br /&gt;But accept me&lt;br /&gt;For I am total in being&lt;br /&gt;I have my faults&lt;br /&gt;I have my gifts&lt;br /&gt;But that is who I am&lt;br /&gt;Perfect I will never be&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to be uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;Do not pressure me into feeling&lt;br /&gt;what I do not feel&lt;br /&gt;Accept me when I am flying high&lt;br /&gt;As  I have accepted you when&lt;br /&gt;You were flying high&lt;br /&gt;Do not put me down...nor make&lt;br /&gt;me feel unhappy about me&lt;br /&gt;I am I&lt;br /&gt;And I like being what I am&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-8783897371756581013?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/8783897371756581013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=8783897371756581013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8783897371756581013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/8783897371756581013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-nice-peoms.html' title='2 nice peoms'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-4746561333488804199</id><published>2007-08-31T02:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:55:24.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>orkut</title><content type='html'>i was chatting with a good friend(Very few of them left) and i realised something...i was wondering why orkut got the youth icon of the year award when i was personally feeling it should have been abhishek bachchan.&lt;br /&gt;if u can understand my reasoning im sure you will also agree...what is the most common thing on orkut???"strangers dont add me";"im here just to keep in touch with my old friends" etc etc...even i used to follow this until i realised the blunder i was doing...i was keeping away from new friends who could give me new ideas...instead im maintaining contact with old friends and discussing the past we had together, the school days and the college life...im not telling its bad but in this manner, arent we sort of showing ourselves that we prefer to live in the past coz its over and hence its secure and becomming afraid of facing the future...won't this make us cowards?????&lt;br /&gt;i voted for aby not for his good- looks but for what he is today...when he entered the film industry, he was named a failure and his rival was hritik roshan...then he was given many films in which he looked more like amitabh coz the directors thought that would make him sucessful, but even that failed...so he waited and created some magic with his new sexy look...this way he made a niche for himself and was able to get out of amitabh's shoes...nowadays i don't hear any media comparing him with Big B....so don't u think that he should have been our icon instead of this chatting forum that gives imp to dummy ids, sex talk and other stupid things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-4746561333488804199?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/4746561333488804199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=4746561333488804199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3262427459067417136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3262427459067417136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3262427459067417136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3262427459067417136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-true-that-i-cant-face-it.html' title='so true that i cant face it'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-510592324486579299</id><published>2007-08-25T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:39:02.601+05:30</updated><title type='text'>after one month</title><content type='html'>I wasnt doin anythin great for the past 1 month....did a small project on kerala tourism which was cool...hope to get a good sponsor for that&lt;br /&gt;yday had an event in joy international, trichur...was told to co-ordinate in trichur coz the event firm was from ekm....&lt;br /&gt;i was told abt the event 3 days before and then i was told that the event was cancelled so i didnt concentrate on it and again on the night of the event i was told its happening....all of a sudden i needed 2 girls who are smart like me, good- looking like me, who can handle the 7.30- 10.30 job like me and was ready to wear black trousers and white shirt.....any girls like that in trichur!!!nah!!! finally i rembered my cousin's daughters. twins!!!&lt;br /&gt;cool....but only 1 person had pure black skirt so she and i did the job....it was fun...ranjini haridas was theMC. it was an event for a pharma company and i got along with the regional head of the pharma and some event co-ordinators from cochin....the event was supposed to have 40 families but only 20 showed up..not surprisig considering its the season of fever and onam and it was friday night ....&lt;br /&gt;there were lots of games which was nice...the most funny thing though i found was ranjini haridas...she kept on pulling her pants up and her t-shirt down...is she aacting as if counscious of showing skin???i dont know but if she was really conscious(which i dont think she was)then she wouldnt have chose those cloths&lt;br /&gt;best part- got 450 rs and some nice friends...also  understood that there is a good- looking captain in joys...wonder if there is any vacany in joys ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-510592324486579299?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/510592324486579299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=510592324486579299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/510592324486579299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/510592324486579299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-one-month.html' title='after one month'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-5375032613324264132</id><published>2007-06-24T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:19:22.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>well...i just realised</title><content type='html'>yesterday...the first sat after exams i was plannin on wat to do on sun...asked my hubby if there are any places to visit for us but there was no positive reply...also coz its rainin here...so there isnt much sight-seeing to do here.&lt;br /&gt;i was wonderin wat happened...y my sunday has become so borin when the answer hit me hard...im no longer a student...all these sundays i had somethin to study atleast(i read...didnt concentrate)but now im no longer a student...im feelin sad...i think im havin a very bad time acceptin the fact that im not a student...i hope everyone goes through the same stage...i thought i will be happy just gettin over the student stage but i really, badly miss studyin...i love doin it not coz i was good or anythin but just for the mere pleasure of gettin new info and readin stuffs...is there any job in this world that involves only reading???i would opt for that anytime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5375032613324264132?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5375032613324264132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5375032613324264132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5375032613324264132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5375032613324264132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/06/welli-just-realised.html' title='well...i just realised'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-1431916402932032153</id><published>2007-06-22T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:52:39.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I fail...</title><content type='html'>I fail to recognise the dawn from the dusk&lt;br /&gt;due to the darkeness that surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to recognise the sounds around me&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the muteness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to speak to anyone&lt;br /&gt;due to the constant talks in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to do many things in life&lt;br /&gt;yet death fails me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-1431916402932032153?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/1431916402932032153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=1431916402932032153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1431916402932032153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/1431916402932032153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-fail.html' title='I fail...'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-4248493696902354341</id><published>2007-06-22T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:49:52.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>some quotes...by self and others</title><content type='html'>1) A human being is never what he is but the self he seeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Enormous blunders hurting a heart gains its forgiveness but one single mstake breaking a heart loses its forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;Friendship is a transitory art, subject to discontinuance without further notice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The best proof of love is trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)A second is enough to love a person and an action is enough to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)You smiled and talked to m of nothing and i felt that for this i had been waiting long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;strong&gt;What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;strong&gt;There is some self- interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self interst.This is the bitter truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;strong&gt;The thread that binds us in love should be removed once it starts cutting our skin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Flattery is like chewing gum, enjoy it but dont swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are some of my favourite thoughts...some i think some others think for me...do tell me if it makes any sense in your life...i really love the ones in bold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-4248493696902354341?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/4248493696902354341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=4248493696902354341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4248493696902354341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/4248493696902354341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-quotesby-self-and-others.html' title='some quotes...by self and others'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-9032416926959251369</id><published>2007-06-22T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:17:21.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Week In Bangalore</title><content type='html'>hi...i think last week was my final week in the beautiful city...im sure i will miss that place which i always called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started in a very nice manner coz if i had to stay in my old hostel i will have to pay Rs.250 per night...thats too expensive so i decided that i will spend the night at my juniors' place and leave everything else in my old hostel room(the memories).&lt;br /&gt;i reach hostel and smartly wake up my (ex)roomie who had slept just 10 min back coz she was preparing for her exams...then...even without brushin my teeth i start blabbering about my life in the past 6 months...she was ready to curse me im sure coz she badly wanted to sleep...finally she realised its not gonna happen so she too started chattin...then our dear warden entered and asked if i will be staying for which she got a sad reply(sorry i wont let you make more money from me).i called myclassmate and decided to do group study but on what??we both dont have any notes...so we went to a cafe and started downloading the "notes".. stduies never happened coz we were busy catching up with all the gossip(now there is more coz we are working).&lt;br /&gt;soon it was night and i realised i hadnt studied the whole day...i went to my juniors' place and thought of studyin wen they started playin rummy, poker and bluff...now do u really think i studied...played till 2am and then woke up 7 to go to the hostel...exam at 9.30am...u can easily guess how it was. my sweet boss called me and told to prepare a presentation for the trainin that was supposed to  happen in kerala from tomorrow(ha..wat can i do)he finally asked me wat was happenin coz he called to my hostel and they told im not there at the same time i was very much there but wasnt paying..cant blame them can i???&lt;br /&gt;the next day was my viva voce...i was all unprepared and waited till 4pm to get my turn...then the next paper was my supposed- to - be specialization but i never bothered to study coz i never had notes and this is a very general paper...we were busy playin rummy&lt;br /&gt;the next day was sunday...i slept..met some friends and also visited "tharvadu" and on monday it was business coz i went to the company's bangalore dealer's office and was basically explainin wat to do...the dear chettan over there was askin me wat my plan was since i didnt have any exam.accordin to him it was "dont you think you should be going home???"&lt;br /&gt;the next day was fun...the 3 of us decided to hit commercial street and bought lots of stuffs. it was our final shoppin together and may that never be erased from our memories...that day i took a final pic of my dear home and its still in my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;souvenirs are perishable; memories are not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-9032416926959251369?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/9032416926959251369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=9032416926959251369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/9032416926959251369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/9032416926959251369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-in-bangalore.html' title='A Week In Bangalore'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-5604152748351500352</id><published>2007-06-22T15:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:58:43.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;finally...i got my first paycheck...cool...yet to treat my friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;finally...im done with my post grad exams...plz dont bother to ask how it went coz i wasnt able to study anythin.&lt;br /&gt;finally...it rained in kerala..now its contineous downpour...im feelin so lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-5604152748351500352?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/5604152748351500352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=5604152748351500352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5604152748351500352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/5604152748351500352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-3041825033255717955</id><published>2007-06-02T11:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:36:27.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hiyya</title><content type='html'>Hey...today is my idol's b'day...many many happy returns of the day Stephen Waugh...to you too Mark Waugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..its june...the month of beautiful monsoon showers...the month where i dont feel like gettin up from bed coz of the lazy climate and this month i will be writin my final exam...finally my post grads will be over(if i pass...a clause i always add)...a journey thru the world of books that i started at the age of 3 will be over and still my future is a question which i always ask...life is flowing...where???&lt;br /&gt;everyone around is askin me what my intentions are after exams and i dont have an answer...thats the typical me na!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could take a total 1 year break and just travel the whole of India but that doesnt happen to people in my gen...thats meant only in the movies nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i feel this is esp true coz im surrounded by people who think, eat, drink and breathe just business...surrounded by 3 business minds(my bosses) who are busy makin money every second...i sometimes feel that they are not human...martians maybe...&lt;br /&gt;im no business mind..i very well lack those stuffs..but i hope i will be able to live upto the expectations of these people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me...pray that i pass this sem too..so that i can end this journey for the time being...wen did i ever say i will not study further...i have plans to study...but work???im yet to decide on this seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3041825033255717955?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-2300749555266954825</id><published>2007-04-29T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:55:35.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aussies Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9020WqPFw4/RjTGXHBIsVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIpK25D1Opc/s1600-h/0428_cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058886381767012690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9020WqPFw4/RjTGXHBIsVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIpK25D1Opc/s320/0428_cricket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My country has won the world cup...thrice in a row...won by 53 runs over the mighty Srilankans. I am the happiest person for Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The land Sir Don Bradman and Steve Waugh has become worthy of the world cup. They really deserve it...especially after a 23 contineous world cup match victories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the second time that the Aussies are winning the world cup under the leadership of Ricky Ponting and i should say that this man has really lead from the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never say that the opposition was bad coz they are themselves a very strong team with a excellent bowling line-up including Vaas and Muralitharan. Maybe what they lacked in this match was Lady Luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While US has been a land of dreams for many people but for me it has always been Australia and if anyone is ready to give me a visa to that beautiful country ...please do it fast...i promise i will never bother India after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you Australia...Love you Sir Don Bradman...Love you Steve Waugh..Love you mate!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-2300749555266954825?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/2300749555266954825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=2300749555266954825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>My Best Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>29/04/2007&lt;br /&gt;my best friend's wedding at Lulu conventional hall, puzhakkal.&lt;br /&gt;it was a very nice event...the best part of course was i met her cousin brother after a long time.he has 24 hrs to take revenge for whatever i did to him 10 years back.the war has just begun.he still remembers the song i made him hear over a telephone.&lt;br /&gt;then there was the groom who has been getting mails from me regularly regarding the bride.he is dead now...im sure.&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice.anyone who knew me said my sari was nice...obviously coz it was bride's choice and she has been my fashion advisor for many many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also one of my friend's birthday today...i wish him a happy and successful life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;this is one guy with whom i have had the most number of serious fights and we are yet to talk after the last fight which was more than 2 weeks back...still i love him and pray for him regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-7086209066411815606?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/7086209066411815606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=7086209066411815606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7086209066411815606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/7086209066411815606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-3349016444314532484</id><published>2007-04-27T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:44:22.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yippee!!!</title><content type='html'>happy news for all the followers of my blog(i kno there arent any)i passed my december exams although i wrote those exams without any material to study and a typhoid to control...maybe i have brains...thank you god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3349016444314532484?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3349016444314532484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3349016444314532484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3349016444314532484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3349016444314532484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/04/yippee.html' title='yippee!!!'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-3935753746698097135</id><published>2007-04-27T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:40:59.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life has no meanin</title><content type='html'>wel..its been a very very long time...i quit my job and i decided to start some business on my own...hope it works well...for gaining knowledge i decided to do a S.India tour.Chennai- Kerala-Bangalore-Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;After a month of travelling i relaised that im still stuck in the same old position. To get over the gloominess i decided to meet some of my friends who had apparently quit the company soon after me.&lt;br /&gt;There destiny played a twist ...i met my challenge...i really dont remember any person having a verbal fight with me without him even knowing my name but this guy did it. I dont remember anyone offering me a job after a 30 minutes conversation but this guy did that too. I really never thought i would meet a person who sees business in every relation but there he is.&lt;br /&gt;Should have known that he would break all rules to get whatever he wants.Didnt his name suggest it. A very uncommon Christian name among malayalees...the name of a king who went against the rule of the catholic church and married six times in his lifetime...the name of the king who intoduced Protestantism to England.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to work with this business brains(sometimes i feel he lacks emotions)...lets see where life is taking me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-3935753746698097135?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/3935753746698097135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=3935753746698097135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3935753746698097135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/3935753746698097135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-has-no-meanin.html' title='life has no meanin'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-116943375725966104</id><published>2007-01-22T07:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:12:37.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i feel like a punctured tyre</title><content type='html'>it all started with a simple tetanus injection due to the usual running around in the house.Then there was the blood test.Now, i decided to donate my blood in all the main hospitals coz im tired to doing blood tests.Then before the test result came i ended up in bed coz of fever.i thought "climate change" and my Mom asked if i was comming from the US??now, its very cold in Bangalore and its damn hot in Kerala....plz try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;A week passed with me and fever and then it was decided on a friday night that i should be taken to the hospital.My bad luck started.They gave me an injection to decrease my temperature, another blood test and finally the best....a syringe to attach the drips(i dont know what that thing is called).&lt;br /&gt;the next day, the nurse decided to remove this syringe and at night another nurse decided that i need one.i dont see any use with it coz im not on drip.&lt;br /&gt;then the Doc declared that i have typhoid and what followed was the worse.for the first time that syringe was used and instead of medicine going in there was blood cooming out....that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;so they decided that giving direct IV injections is the best and removed that syringe....again.&lt;br /&gt;the next week saw me becomming a punctured tyre coz i had 2 injections per day and the sisters had a bad time finding my vein(thanx to fat and their knowledge)....when they did find the vein, it had a high tendency to buldge which hurts like hell or more than hell.&lt;br /&gt;so...they decided to leave my right hand and pursue my left which is very uncoperative.what to do now other than return to my right???but they came up with an idea i readily opposed...my LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;so...it was my poor right hand that suffered for a week, twice a day and now there are just big holes on my hand.of course, there is a big hole on my upper right hand thanx to all the typhoid and malaria tests(they removed a lot of blood of mine...what are they doing with that???vampires).&lt;br /&gt;the final verdict which the Doc gave two days before i left the stupid hospital, its not typhoid coz i havent seen anyone respond to medicines this fast....so Mr.Doc why was there a trace of typhoid in my blood and why was I given all the typhoid injections??cant my body be reacting to the medicine coz my body and my mind both wanna leave the hospital early???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-116943375725966104?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/116943375725966104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=116943375725966104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116943375725966104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116943375725966104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-punctured-tyre.html' title='i feel like a punctured tyre'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-116775223604827816</id><published>2007-01-02T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:07:16.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007</title><content type='html'>so...my exams got over on 30th and i reached my home on 31st...cool..then something serious happened..a climate change...i started complaining that its too hot in kerala and my mom was feeling too cold at the same time...i was behaving like an NRI while i was just there in Bangalore for 10days.&lt;br /&gt;then the after effects...im having a very bad fever...a nice start to 2007 i say.&lt;br /&gt;On the National side, it is 60 years of Indian Independence and im sure some people have gifts set ready for us( u kno whom i mean).&lt;br /&gt;let's hope that we are able to withstand their intentions in a very good manner just like we did on new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;Noida:wats goin on guys???kids being raped and murdered???30 is the estimate...now thats a bit too much and wat is all this with 12 year olds killing their classmate of a residential school near bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;these 2 kids(names not revealed) where homosexuals and used to ask the victim for "favours" just like they used to do to the other kids in the hostel...this kid(the victim) was forced to give in once as he was cornered but when they approched him a second time he told that he will complain to his parents...fearing this the two boys pre-planned a murder and killed the kid in the bathroom of the hostel...they later had a bath and went to have dinner...brilliant coz they knew the dogs cannot trace them after the bath.&lt;br /&gt;this was too much of a happening for me...at 12 they are homosexuals...they used to approach the prostitutes and the parents knew this so they were sent to a public school hoping they will become good.&lt;br /&gt;At 12, i was an innocent brat.i dont think i knew what sex was and i dont think i knew how to do a preplanned murder...the kids of today are...i dont know the correct term...its not developed coz this is not the behaviour...its not mature too.i remember seeing vettayadu veliayadu but these cases are different and moreover thats a movie.&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful start to 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-116775223604827816?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-116723379929503290</id><published>2006-12-27T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:06:39.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exams are S***</title><content type='html'>Im blogging at 9.03pm...im yet to start my exam preperation...its PR n Corp Comm tomorrow but the exam today has left me no hope of passing and i know for sure i will come next year also.so i might as well as do this paper also next year...today it was brand management and you know the funny thing we got the notes at 5pm the day before....similar thing today also.we got some presentations today but this doesnt have much content and way too many technical terms that i dont understand(i used to sleep in PR class...its not my fault...the timing used to be 3-6pm on SATURDAY evenings).&lt;br /&gt;i checked all the previous question papers for today's exam and the questions this year was everything that never came before...how lucky am i????&lt;br /&gt;so...im hoping for the best for tommorrow...to FAIL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-116723379929503290?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/116723379929503290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=116723379929503290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116723379929503290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116723379929503290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/12/exams-are-s.html' title='Exams are S***'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-116702261388674401</id><published>2006-12-25T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:26:53.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My B'day</title><content type='html'>long time since i blogged...&lt;br /&gt;it was my b'day yesterday(24th dec) but the celebration started on 23rd coz my roomie was leavin...it all started when i went to the bakery to have a cup of coffee after a big exam(wrote the 3 hr paper in an hour...lack of knowledge or too much of it you can say)and the "chettan" over there told me there is a surprise and a cake has been ordered for a b'day tomorrow...nice...the baker itself is tellin me abt the cake...im not gonna let him live in peace so i went and told the people that the surprise they planned for me is out... she(my roomie)anyways bought the cake and we had a cake cutting ceremony and on her way to the bus stop we stood in front of the bakery for 5 minutes so that our favourite "chettan" will show up and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;24th:the day started with many people callin me and wishin and then me preparin for my media management exam(its my b'day n a sunday and im writin a stupid exam...poor me).&lt;br /&gt;one of my juniors made it a point to tell our sir that its my bday so the whole college came to know abt it ...thanx dear...i kno its ur b'day on 25th dec.&lt;br /&gt;then i was suddenly called(with the rest of my classmates)to our warden's shop...oh...there was a cake waitin but with "merry christmas"on it....i had to cut the cake coz its my bday...now the whole town came to kno that its my bday...thanx warden...i will get u the next time.oh...the cake cuttin song"wish u a merry xmas...wish u a happy b'day"...wow...we are a creative bunch afterall...no wonder we are into advertising.&lt;br /&gt;then i enter the exam hall and my fav sir said "bday girl...keep quite...sir i wasnt talkin i was just askin a doubt)...the few who didnt kno had to kno its my b'day so they suddenly errupted into a song...for godssake guys...this is an exam hall...u dont sing here....we mourn the death of our writin capabilities and our sem which was a total waste...we celebrate only the birth of new answers...guess what...every queston this year has 38 answers in this class coz none of us know the right one.&lt;br /&gt;then as i finish my exam my junior takes me to the bus stop to get a parcel...its a cake....i cant wait....the bus is at 4 so we rush and we waited there till 8...coz the bus decided to go before we reached there and the office said that the bus is yet to come...so at 8 we (that is 2 out of 4) decide to go the garage and collect the cake coz it a BLACK FOREST and im hungry to the core...i hadnt eaten anythin nor had i used the loo after 12.&lt;br /&gt;we finally get the cake and reach the hostel and then i remember is eatin those beautiful stuffs....4 hrs of waitin in front of a stupid busstop and makin hell in such a way that none of the shop keepers will ever forget us...the worst scenarios in those 4 hrs...auto drivers starin at us...sittin next to a bar coz thats the only place where we had seats,...then we go to sit on some people's bikes and the owners come searchin for it...they take the bike and we shift to the next one...the games called...MUSICAL BIKES.2 gals wearin xmas caps and walkin up and down the road talkin over the phone(1 was me)...the people found it amusin....come on guys...its xmas.&lt;br /&gt;the uglist was someone spittin pan from the top of the bar coz he thought we are new pillars on which he could spit(cant blame a drunk guy who has been seeing 4 "pillars" down on the road which hadnt moved for atleast 3 hrs).&lt;br /&gt;after eatin the cake 2 of us decided to return to hostel coz we have to...there is an exam and thats not our hostel...i feel an urgent need of juice so i smartly went into a juice center and ordered one mango juice...he just pointed inside...sorry boss i thought u were a neatly dressed shop keeper...wouldnt have expected it if i had know its  a Mal place coz i know for a fact that mals cant look so good...i was embarrased to the core still i had the juice standin next to this guy and finally he looked at me and smiled...no im not interested in smilin and plz my face is red coz of the climate....so...y did u have to say a bye and go and make me look like a ripe tomato????&lt;br /&gt;weird day still i enjoyed...and now its xmas...wish u all a vey merry xmas and a happy new year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-116702261388674401?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/116702261388674401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=116702261388674401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116702261388674401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116702261388674401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-bday.html' title='My B&apos;day'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-116239595449204328</id><published>2006-11-01T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:15:54.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's marriage</title><content type='html'>Finally Im back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Day-19/10/2006&lt;br /&gt;Time- 9:30-10.30am(Muhurtham)&lt;br /&gt;Venue- Guruvayoor Temple, Trichur&lt;br /&gt;My work started very early coz my Dad and Mom were both not well...started with guests comming home(the rush was on 18th which was coincidently my 3rd wedding anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;The day of the marriage started with me struggling with the sari n makeup...my sister had left for Guruvayoor the night before so that not many people will irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;The worst case scenario- standing on the stage of the auditorium which had no fan in pure kanchipuram sari.i had to do it for 3-4 hrs and there i had lots of work n the worst work was smiling and talking to all the people(people i couldnt even recognise)&lt;br /&gt;before this was the "thali kette" in front of the temple where we the bride and the groom ended up waiting for the bride's parents to show up.(thats where i met my bro-in-law for the first time although i used to chat with him almost everyday and talk to  the badaai raja almost every week)&lt;br /&gt;After the marriage the couple came to the Bride's home to meet bride's grandma and from there to his place where i also went with my hubby, my uncle and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the reception which was from the guy's side(1st time i didnt do any running around in that week)&lt;br /&gt;now everything is over and im back to work and so is my sister and my brand new bro (they finished their vanavasam )whom im yet to brand&lt;br /&gt;so i will be back in action with more stories of my wierd life and lifestyle...till then this is S signing off...good night...adios...chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-116239595449204328?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/116239595449204328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=116239595449204328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116239595449204328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/116239595449204328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-sisters-marriage.html' title='My Sister&apos;s marriage'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115933257219100777</id><published>2006-09-27T10:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:19:32.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>classmates</title><content type='html'>a moving movie by lal jose.can it be referred to as a campus movie???&lt;br /&gt;im not really sure about that but all i can say is this is a movie i will recommend to anyone...the best young talents in young malayalam movie has come together to make this movie a success...good music by alex paul and sung beautifully by vineeth srinivasan and others...a movie i really connected to.&lt;br /&gt;wen i was watching the movie i could really relate every character to a person in my college life and the college looked very much like the college where i studied.&lt;br /&gt;this is a movie every malayalee should watch...especially any malayalee who has studied in kerala...its not necessary that you belong to the 1991 era to relate to this movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115933257219100777?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115933257219100777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115933257219100777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115933257219100777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115933257219100777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/09/classmates.html' title='classmates'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115754865731073028</id><published>2006-09-06T18:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:47:37.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>another onam...</title><content type='html'>has come and gone...this was with the teachers day this year...brought back memories of my 12th onam wen we had both the days together...i was wearing a saree and was sanskrit teacher and after that we put the pookalam.&lt;br /&gt;this year also i wore saree for onam(actually after 12th im wearing it this year only)...we had the teachers day celebration and then my friends and i went to one of my friend's place where she and i cooked (she had started last night so there wasnt much left)and there were 7 of us and her bro and his girlfriend...it was fun and after all this i was dead tired.it was also my roomie's bday so we didnt sleep the whole night and i had early morning classes and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;this was one hectic onam but it was fun.the best part was making our warden keep his bike out coz we put pookalam infront of the garage...had some tension if tommy(the stary dog)will come and eat it...seems he isnt interested coz the pookalam is still there and we also put pookalam in college...we took the permission and our dean allowed coz its not a religious festival...all the mals in college were wearing set-mundu(incl.me)or set sari...wow...it was a beautiful mal feeling in this bong-dominated college&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115754865731073028?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115754865731073028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115754865731073028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115754865731073028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115754865731073028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-onam.html' title='another onam...'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115702843620292438</id><published>2006-08-31T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:17:37.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>secular?</title><content type='html'>onam-the festival that we all malayalees look forward to no matter what is the age, sex and religion.i havent enjoyed this festival last year coz i was in b'lore and here there are not many malayalees and we had class(cant expect a leave in b'lore that too in a bengali dominated college)this year also will be a  repetition but i feel really hurt when i heard that even christ college(our neighbours)hasnt allowed their students to wear the traditional dress.this is a college that is dominated by malayalees and according to the college...celebrating all these festivals is against the secularism of the college...so where is this secularism when all the christians have to attend the catholic meetings...why are all christians forced into it??even those who are not catholics have to attend and somethings they say or do are actually against the belief these kids were raised in...where did the college lose its secularism???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115702843620292438?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115702843620292438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115702843620292438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115702843620292438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115702843620292438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/08/secular.html' title='secular?'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115694655899681725</id><published>2006-08-30T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:32:39.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cold drinks</title><content type='html'>Kerala made a wise decision of kicking out pepsi and coke and then Karnataka followed by not permitting these drinks in and around educational institutions(dont kno how much  effective that is)but i had the shock of my life when i saw an advertisement of amul saying that they are "safe to drink"???wats going on???is amul diversifying from their speciality??have they forgotten their milk n milk products???somedays before that i saw another ad saying that they are safe to invest??wen did amul become an investing company??&lt;br /&gt;i want the old amul back...the amul that used to provide good chocolates and was lead by a sweet person whom i admire as a very successful intrapreneur...a person who changed the life of rural India.&lt;br /&gt;now,back to cold drinks....the corporate movie is very much based on this industry and wat happens in the movie has happened in B'lore also...first there was a cry that the drinks are bad and then there was a cry that the level of pesticides are below the danger level..clever i say coz they dont say that there is no pesticide.so...do they expect us to drink those or can we do what people in gujurat did???use it on the crops coz they make a good pesticide and is cheaper than the real ones and equally effective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115694655899681725?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115694655899681725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115694655899681725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115694655899681725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115694655899681725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/08/cold-drinks.html' title='cold drinks'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115640643372673090</id><published>2006-08-24T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:30:33.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>yesterdayi was chatting with one of my classmates and from out of the blue our topic landed on bicycles...then the whole conversation turned to the weird stuffs we used to do on our cycles as kids...the time when BMX was launched and Hero had a good sale with BSA champ...that was the time when i was able to identify the different kinds of cycle on the basis of its horn or brake sound.i used to have a BSA Kidd which was blue in colour and with pictures of bret hart on it..the day i first rode it my brake was neighbour's wall.&lt;br /&gt;all those childish stuffs we discussed were so much alike...even if we belong to different parts of the country...going on long distance rides on the bike and giving parents a shock(my dad was going to register a case once)...going for exploration with friends on cycle...racing against rain but still getting wet(esp the rain in summer...wow)&lt;br /&gt;then the thing we had in common was our bikes without brakes..i have no count of the number of times i have fallen from my bike.&lt;br /&gt;summer vacations was the best with all the kids in the area on bikes that no other vehicle could pass by.i still remember there was a gang of four who had street cats(bmw among cycles).never knew them personally but then i used to admire that bike a lot.&lt;br /&gt;when we discussed all these we were in a very nostalgic mood of us missing homeland a lot...he was missin his mountains(he is from north-east)and i was missing my greenary.then the juniors came and broke our conversation and we went back to our usual life of computers and research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115640643372673090?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115640643372673090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115640643372673090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115640643372673090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115640643372673090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115605864093554202</id><published>2006-08-20T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:54:00.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is Bollywood running out of stories?</title><content type='html'>wats happenin to our good old bollywood???im used to bollywood remaking all the good available english movies(2006 will see 3 English remakes by Bhats)but now..is Bollywood so running out of stories that they have started remaking old hindi films...&lt;br /&gt;Devdas was made 3 times in Hindi and twice in local languages...its a remake although Bhansali kept with the recent trends and decided to send SRK to England.&lt;br /&gt;Umrao Jaan- another remake with Abhishek Bachchan and Aisharya Rai...on the sets of which the romance happend..i will be delighted if they dont marry(read:lots of Indians wil be happy)&lt;br /&gt;now,its Don and Sholay...wats going on guys??&lt;br /&gt;doenst bollywood have good stories anymore??&lt;br /&gt;copying from other languages are very very prominent also...i can only speak about Priyadarshan remaking all the good malayalam movies and then totally destroying it...i was sad to see the remake of my "punjabi house" to "chup chupke"...it was just a change of cast and dialogue-by-dialogue translation&lt;br /&gt;c'mon guys...give us something good and new...something like Munnabhai and corporate(not many people could relate to the latter...u have to be in the industry to understand this...like Page3...thats the real world of newspapers)&lt;br /&gt;now that comedy alone is successful and originally i wouldnt mind keping my brains out and going for the movie but plz dont give us the remakes...all things look good only in its origianlly format...i kno its a mental block but i cant get over it...i cant replace the Big B with SRK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115605864093554202?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115605864093554202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115605864093554202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115605864093554202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115605864093554202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-bollywood-running-out-of-stories.html' title='Is Bollywood running out of stories?'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115598570568129765</id><published>2006-08-19T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:54:29.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>all these days we had a guest lecturer from Disney...i wasnt much interested in class but today as she was talking about Disney cartoons i was really touched...the charcters i think anyone in the world can relate to...CN only had Tom N Jerry(they are an epic)but nothing can ever beat the likes of mickey n minnie mouse n all...i still remember watching Beauty And the Beast and feeling sad(my sis was crying and i think even today she will)...the cute seven dwarfs were created in 1937 but i can still relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;This is the year of cindrellabration...Disney has a policy of telecasting a movie and then putting it away for the next seven years...so this is the year when cindrella will be brought back and the WHOLE WORLD will be celebrating this...isnt it cool...btw,they take a seven year gap coz they think 7 years makeup a generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115598570568129765?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115598570568129765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115598570568129765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115598570568129765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115598570568129765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/08/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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-29336052.post-115589960053406280</id><published>2006-08-18T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:43:20.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a light in my life</title><content type='html'>when the going gets tough...the tough gets going...true...and when there are friends on whom you can depend even at midnight it really does make a differnce...this has been happening to me the whole week...first i met my best friend(female)on sunday and then i met my friend in the evening(he is a new addition to my list of friends but im comfy with him)...then as the week proceeded i got back a friend whom i had lost under unusual circumstances...a friend for whom i have always wished i was with... a friend on who's b'day i used to cry coz i couldnt wish him...a friend who missed me as much as i missed him.&lt;br /&gt;it all started with me going on okut and then suddenly seeing his invitation for friendship..man this is a dream come true..then i had the major shock of my life when i saw that he was married but then anything is possible over the 2 years when we were not in contact.&lt;br /&gt;i met him today...after a gap of 2 years...it felt as if i was back in my school and with my friend...a guy with whom i was extremly comfy with..a guy who knew me like the back of his own hands...a guy who has loved me just like i loved me...a guy who still loves me just like i still love him&lt;br /&gt;im gratefull to god for giving me back in my life,i feel as if a part of my life has been given back to me and when i look back to the amount of tears that i have spilled over his one and only b'day card he sent me i feel as that all those have had its affect...all those nights of tears and lonliness...i can finally rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to orkut also:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115589960053406280?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115589960053406280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115589960053406280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115589960053406280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115589960053406280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/2006/08/light-in-my-life.html' title='a light in my life'/><author><name>D for Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271739669724499709</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29336052.post-115504860523608213</id><published>2006-08-08T19:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:20:05.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>for a goody-goody person like me who makes it a point to attend classes everyday...i just had the worst day when i bunked class for the first time in the past 2 years.I WAS CAUGHT and it was because the person who was teaching makes his appearence once in a week and also because 2 of my close friends in college also decided to bunk for various other reasons and it seemed as if it was a planned one...this bunkung happened on saturday and on sunday i got the memo and i realised that 6 of us had bunked the class that day.we went to meet our sir on monday who told us to meet ma'am and then enter class...we met her and she just said "u ned not attend any further classes but can write the exam"...wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday we were called and made to pay a fine of 100rs each.&lt;br /&gt;i always had a good impression about my faculity but the way they behaved when they weren't ready to listen to our excuses and just told us to stay away from class really hurt me and cant they realise that they are playing with our future here???&lt;br /&gt;this may sound very objective from my side but i dont think this is the way that faculity should behave...student's future should be their priority and should be ready to listen to excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29336052-115504860523608213?l=elvessister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvessister.blogspot.com/feeds/115504860523608213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29336052&amp;postID=115504860523608213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29336052/posts/default/115504860523608213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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