<?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-1907381030336398957</id><updated>2011-12-19T11:56:58.397-05:00</updated><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Damage done'/><category term='Laugh Zone'/><category term='Happy moments'/><category term='College'/><category term='Haps'/><category term='Reminiscence'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='blah'/><category term='Mischievous ME'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Solve &apos;em'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Site seeing'/><title type='text'>IRIS</title><subtitle type='html'>“Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-6854216001326374017</id><published>2011-11-25T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:52:25.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><title type='text'>Wish to go back to the time ...</title><content type='html'>Wish to go back to the time ----&lt;br /&gt;when "Innocence" was "Natural"&lt;br /&gt;when "Getting high" was "On a swing"&lt;br /&gt;when "Drinking" meant "Rasna Orange"&lt;br /&gt;when "Love" was "Mum's hug"&lt;br /&gt;when "Dad's shoulder" was "The highest place on Earth"&lt;br /&gt;when your worst "Enemies" were your "Siblings"&lt;br /&gt;when the only that could "Hurt" was "Bleeding Knees"&lt;br /&gt;when the only "Broken" things were "Toys"&lt;br /&gt;when "Goodbyes" only meant "Till tomorrow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6854216001326374017?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6854216001326374017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6854216001326374017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6854216001326374017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6854216001326374017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-to-go-back-to-time.html' title='Wish to go back to the time ...'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-2334213182846609906</id><published>2011-10-21T21:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:07:29.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damage done'/><title type='text'>Damage done @ work.</title><content type='html'>My manager and me were leisurely talking about several things.There came a topic about the different companies offering Internet services..I had no clue what service I had at home..I know a bit about Comcast service b'cos of the good cable TV service along with internet they provide..We had that service for quite sometime when we first moved to Detroit..He asked abt how the present service is..I blabbered..By then he/I shud have changed the topic. The next question was abt the bandwidth..I shud have told 'No Idea', but crazy me said -some 5 or 20 Mbps - He said that is the speed..All I could hear in myself is 'RUN Sahasra RUN'..Anyways running wudn't hv helped..I have to face him the next day even if I ran then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2334213182846609906?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2334213182846609906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2334213182846609906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2334213182846609906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2334213182846609906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/10/damage-done-work.html' title='Damage done @ work.'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-5044897854521844135</id><published>2011-10-21T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:14:13.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damage done'/><title type='text'>Damage Done - Sneakers</title><content type='html'>Back drop - I was already late for my Doc's appointment.Ravi was waiting in the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ravi's sneakers at the very moment,picked them up in a spur and ran into the car..In the hospital, my male OB arrived after 15 mins wait in the exam room. When I laid on the bed, he complimented saying 'nice sneakers'..I just said 'thanks'..I wish I had a chance to run from him ! The sneakers were quite obviously male version...Damage done..next time I shud make sure to go in my sneakers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-5044897854521844135?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/5044897854521844135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=5044897854521844135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5044897854521844135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5044897854521844135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/10/damage-done-sneakers.html' title='Damage Done - Sneakers'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-8150125526880125284</id><published>2011-06-10T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:01:49.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><title type='text'>I wish I were...</title><content type='html'>I wish I were a magic slate, just keep the fond memories and wipe off the bad ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8150125526880125284?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8150125526880125284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8150125526880125284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8150125526880125284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8150125526880125284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-i-were.html' title='I wish I were...'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-8478915660686870982</id><published>2011-03-29T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:40:10.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>First quater of 2011</title><content type='html'>Life seems to be highly unpre tdictable in 2011.I am enjoying it thoroughly(going with the flow).To start with, we decided Dallas would be our last destination before we settle in India.We moved Dallas last year by chance rather by choice.In Dec 2nd week, Ravi got a fulltime offer in AA..The travel benefits were awesome but there are no paid vactations first two years which sucks and limits the usage of travel benefits..In the meantime he had two weeks c'mas vacation. He updated the resume and posted in dice to see how the market was..The two weeks were the best.We spent quality time together,frnds visited us, had a blast in the new year party. I won in Bingo which is quite surprising..After the holidays, life was back to the grind..We totally forgot abt the dice posting..In the second week, He got a call from some NY consulting firm..He attended the call, looks like he is the perfect fit for the position..He gave it a try and cleared the first two rounds. He got another opportunity in Dallas, he attended the interview and cleared it too. In the meantime, my brother was visiting us, so I was busy preparing fhr his visit. He attended both the interviews and succeeded. Now we were put in a dicey situation..We had good time with my brother.He left to SAC. Now we had to decide whether to stay in Dallas with hot dry weather or move back to east coast.We bought everything from scratch, new furniture, washer &amp; dryer...Once again I switched into anxiety mood, it was always Ravi who takes correct decision in the correct time, I just follow him..He opted NY position as the job has scope to learn new skills.. We asked them 4 weeks time to settle things in Dallas and plan for our cross country move..Jan flew very fast with uncertainities, opportunities..Feb was a stressed out month..I had to talk with my adamant apartment maintenence staff regarding the lease breach, sell the furniture &amp; other stuff. My MSc buddy visited us for one weekend..we had nice time with her family..Finally we sold most of the stuff we planned to except for car. We started on Feb 25th, our 3 day car journey(around 1800 miles).The ride was a pleasant experience. We crossed Kentucky, the first state we stayed in US, Memphis,my cousin's place.The memories flashed back, and we talked about the first year of our marriage, sweet nothings, how immensely our bonding together grew..We reached Albany on Sunday night around 8pm as expected..The whole drive was scenic - it started with dry arid spring lands and ended with snow mountains...In the meantime, Raja's match was fixed and his engagement was on March 12th..my parents wanted me to be on the occasion.I stayed for 6 days and left to India on March 6th leaving Ravi all alone by himself...Seperation anxiety, leaving him in a new place - I felt I am a bad wife and scoffed myself several times. I flew on March 6th and reached Vizag on March 7th. I saw YS Jagan, ram naidu and his wife, and Siddharth in the airport..The next 6 days was full of shopping, Jetlag..The engagement went well..I liked Raja's fiancee..Now I am busy with shopping..but a guilt stuck me that I left Ravi in a new place and came to enjoy..Though he was not feeling the same, I complicate my life with the nuances and make myself miserable.You might as well know me by now by reading my past posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two years, I am a part of someone's happinesses..I want to hear one good news soon.Please god, be with me,hold my hand and lead me through the success door without&lt;br /&gt;any disturbances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8478915660686870982?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8478915660686870982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8478915660686870982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8478915660686870982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8478915660686870982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-quater-of-2011.html' title='First quater of 2011'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-8318697536950066514</id><published>2011-03-14T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:11:35.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Emotional pangs!</title><content type='html'>My confidence hit rock bottom!!! No guts to move forward. How can I be calm when my life is choatic? Please god, make me bold to deal with it and come out of it in peace and harmony..It seems like I am not happy anywhere. All of a sudden, I feel I am a loner amidst my parents and relatives..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8318697536950066514?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8318697536950066514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8318697536950066514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8318697536950066514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8318697536950066514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/03/emotional-pangs.html' title='Emotional pangs!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-6744863471410888412</id><published>2011-02-11T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:35:28.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving again!!!</title><content type='html'>Ravi got a job in Albany,NY. We are moving on Feb 25. I was anxious about the whole move - breaching the apt lease, selling 6 months old furniture, washer &amp; Dryer, one of the cars, packing and cross-country drive(1700 miles). It was overwhelming and unexpected, moving back to East coast again. I felt like a nomad all of a sudden. It took us more than a week and finally decided to take this as an adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put ads of all the furniture, car and washer &amp; dryer in craigslist. I sold washer &amp; dryer y'day and today I sold the sofa set. They just took the set. Now that sofa set gone, I could feel the emotional rush. Though I had very bad experiences in Dallas, still leaving a place is emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6744863471410888412?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6744863471410888412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6744863471410888412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6744863471410888412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6744863471410888412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/02/moving-again.html' title='Moving again!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7245515708255306</id><published>2011-01-12T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:46:34.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Mending Wall</title><content type='html'>From past couple of nights, there were flashes of memories that put me into pondering. I had 'Mending wall' - Robert Frost poem as one of my English chapters in my schooling.In reality, no one is mending walls, every one is busy in constructing fortresses around them.Why has everyone become narrow minded? Jealousy,Selfishness,Greed are the most prevailing qualities.Everyone is self-involved and concerned about their well being,no matter what happens to the next door neighbor or a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my questions are do we need to mend our walls too (or else people take advantage of us)? When I have a baby, how should I teach my baby to be diplomatic to this mean world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Thanks to Lakshmi Sharma mam for her excellence in the explanation of the essence of the poem.Even though after a decade and half, I could still remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7245515708255306?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7245515708255306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7245515708255306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7245515708255306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7245515708255306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2011/01/mending-wall.html' title='Mending Wall'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-3185328563792526058</id><published>2010-12-22T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:16:16.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><title type='text'>Time for resolution(s)</title><content type='html'>With 9 days to go for 2011, I am very much waiting for 2011. 2010 was not a good year at all for me in many aspects except for Ravi's new job(&amp; of course new designation),place change, and green card.I hope 2011 will suffice past years' and coming years' wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 Wishes -&lt;br /&gt;Two good news in a row, not worried about the order,&lt;br /&gt;Hale and healthy family,&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my resolutions, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss - always been a challenge for me from past 10 yrs. I don't want to be in zero size, but to loose two sizes in the next year. I weigh 6-8 lbs less compared to last December which is an improvement. Hope this happens every year until I reach my ideal weight. I have to be more bubbly and cheerful, less slothful and sluggish, improve my interpersonal, communication, time management skills  leaps and bound, do more reading not just novels but some management books and biographies, eat less, work more, exercise morning and evening, grasp the meaning of all the slokas of Vishnu sahasranamam,try to reduce the usage of plastics and harmful chemicals,  and above all be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2011 will be a fruitful year to everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3185328563792526058?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/3185328563792526058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=3185328563792526058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3185328563792526058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3185328563792526058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-for-resolutions.html' title='Time for resolution(s)'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7624394997049793494</id><published>2010-11-19T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:11:47.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>My six years of Journey in USA !!!</title><content type='html'>I guess this may be a long post but nonetheless I won't compromise to miss a bit of it.Here starts my saga  -  We already knew Ravi would be sent to onsite but not pretty soon and he promised me that he'll never disturb my career. He pleaded me to apply for passport from the day we met but I never dared to apply for my passport. We finally got married on May 7 th dhoom dhaam sey after 2 1/2 months of courtship. He flew to Lexington, Ky US on July-4th. I stayed with my parents for 3 months, joined him on Oct-1st 2004. He came to pick me up at Cincinnati, OH. I was expecting a big bouquet of RED ROSES like in any Karan Johar's movie, but he came empty handed. On top of that, he brought a companion with him, so I sat in the back seat.It was 1 1/2 drive to Lexington. I was awe-struck with the fall colors through-out my drive. I never regretted for not sitting next to him. I stepped into my home. That was a memorable moment.We had no furniture other than a bed in the bedroom, but still it looked so beautiful. He bought some veggies, fruits,milk and other basic stuff before I came. That night, we had dinner at Sudhakar's home. All that's happening around me was like a dream to me. I was like waiting for my mom to wake me up from sleep but that never happened. Indeed, I had to accept that this is happening in my real life at one point of time.May be after a yr or so, I realized -it's my life, just enjoy and please don't stare at it. After dinner, I called my parents and then we left back to our home.Ravi introduced to his colleagues/frnds who stayed in our apartment complex. I made new frnds. I had bouts of home sickness. I could hardly sleep at nights.(I had worst nitemares of my life)- Ravi was so chweet to tolerate the fuss I used to create every night. He used to work from home sometimes or drop me at some frnd's place. In the meantime, We visited several places, to name a few - Rocky mountains, Mammoth Caves, Kings Island, Memphis(my cousin's place), Indianapolis casino, zoos etc; We decided to stay in US for 10 yrs - so that I can complete my much-awaited PhD program and excel in my career without a break as we never know when IBM will send us back to home. He bought a Toshiba laptop on Dec-31 2004. We had a potluck at Navneet's house. We took Jeeval for a ride and my sweetie forgot the keys in the car and locked it. we were struck outside our home. We called the maintenance ppl, they helped us unlock my door. hmmm finally went to the party. It was a blast. My first new year without my family thousands of miles away from them. All I could do is wish them thr' phone. My first Dasara, diwali without them - slowly got into my head - this is how ur life will be after marriage - new family, new ppl - boy, it was overwhelming. At times,I used to wake up from deep sleep finding myself sleeping next to a stranger, hmmm - it's Ravi.. Did I forget mentioning Thanksgiving - It was the best Midnight madness I have ever enjoyed.Ravi was reluctant about early morning shopping, but see he can't win over me...The first experience is always the best experience..The amusement, anxiety would n't be the same the next time... He started preparing for the job interviews. I was preparing for TOEFL and GRE. He got an in-person interview with Ford Motors in Feb. We drove to Detroit for the interview and he got the job. We moved to Detroit on March -11, 2005. Everyday at Lexington was a memorable day.I can't believe six yrs passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit:&lt;br /&gt;We already came to Detroit twice - Once for the interview and another time to look for apartment. we moved to our apartment. Ravi(my cousin's friend)helped us in moving.we just brought kitchen stuff and clothes. We donated our furniture and appliances to some charity organization.It was again a new place. It took us quite some time to make new friends. On our first anniversary May -7 2005, we gave a party to some friends. My neighbors and I cooked food.Mom sent a saree for me with Pedda aunty. Kiran, Ravi and aunty came to our home in April(a long weekend). Kiran's co-sis used to stay at Warren. They were our first guests to visit us from our family.  On May 30th, we went to Peoria(Chicago) to meet Ramesh sir's family.On July - 4 long weekend, we went to Niagara falls, Pittsburg. I met Swetha, my schoolmate after 7 yrs at Pittsburg Temple. What a small world!  I started my GRE prep, took GRE in sept. We  had to postpone our India journey as my sister-in-law was expecting a baby in March. I went to India on Jan -10th 2006 and stayed for close to 5 months. I had good time with my parents, brother and all my relatives. Forgot to mention, I dropped the idea of PhD and decided to enter into IT. I did get into Wayne univ and Oakwood univ, but for some personal reasons, we backed up on it. My univ and college frnds are still mad at me about it. We had our second anniversary bash at my parent's home - again dhoom dhaam sey.. Ravi flew back to Detroit next day and I joined him after 20 days.I had a miscarriage and was devastated.My brother got admission at UDM and he joined us on Aug-15 2006. I went into depression for close to a year, I guess - though my brother was with me, Ravi being very nice to me - I was stuck in lull - that was when this blog came into life.I applied for H1.To my dismay, the H1 applications maxed the cap and INS decided on a lottery system to select the candidates. I wish I were more optimistic during those days and chill out rather than pestering and whining about everything.hmmm we had our new year party at my home.My brother moved to Virginia to a Stanford Univ. I got my driving license in Jan - 2007.(though I have been driving past six months.)..Pradeep and my brother came to Detroit for a weekend and we flew to Virginia in April and visited NY, Jersey, Washington along with Parveen.we moved to Farmington on Ravi's birthday(May- 2007)..Birthdays and marriage anniversaries were never gala celebrations for us. we usually go out for lunch and dinner.It has been the same since our marriage.To add a twist, Ravi threw a surprise b'day party for me on May 30th 2007 - it wasn't quite a surprise for me as my neighbor left me a string. In July, my pedabajji and ayyana pathrudu visited us. My College Director came to my home. I was elated by thier visits. I made it thr' the lottery but had some problem with the H4 status. In the meantime, I got my EAD. On Oct 1st, I applied for my SSN and got my first break in Dec. I attended the interview and flew to Virginia for my bro's convocation.I was happy to be with him on one of his memorable days. My mom had an issue with her passport - so they couldn't make it, but I din't miss it. I joined my first job on Dec-10 2007..It was for two weeks.Then worked in Ford for 4 months and later BCN. My parents visited us in July-2008. We were eagerly waiting for their visit. We went to several places - Chicago, LA,Vegas, Niagara, Upnorth,SFO,Lake Tahoe etc..I was off the project so I went to California along with them to stay with my bro for a fortnight. They went back to India on Nov 1st.Days passed very fast. Both of us were working, World struck with recession, praying for everything to fall in place.We took a week break in Sept and went on cruise to Bahamas and Florida.After the trip, we booked our tickets to India and kept waiting for the day to board the flight. We started our vacation on Christmas eve and reached India on Dec 26th. I took my pregnancy test on Jan-16 th and got BFP - I was happy, burst into tears, postponed my vacation. Ravi stuck to his plans and reached back. I called BCN and quit my job.My parents and in-laws were happy to hear the much-awaited news.Everyone jumped with joy. But you can't go against the destiny. I had to deliberately terminate my pregnancy April first week as the fetal heart beat was not stable and way too low. I cried and cried, I wish I had something than my baby-to-be. Ravi flew back to accompany me..God has given me the best but was cruel twice..Ravi stayed with me for 15 days and came back. I joined him after 15 days.He got a job in American Airlines so we moved to Dallas.It's been 6 months.I am slowly getting through it.The only exciting news in 2010 is Green card. Other than that, this year has been a rough year. As u grow old, u'll evolve. I am slowly evolving..I am taking time to observe the nuances of life and maintaining my poise. I am blessed with a good husband. I consider him a boon. He took a week off and took me to California to make me come out of it.What more can I expect from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't end this post with a sad note. I am sure I'll have a healthy baby sooner or later - so I don't want to be depressed..When I look back my life(or this blog), I should have more happy moments than sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;Sahasra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7624394997049793494?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7624394997049793494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7624394997049793494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7624394997049793494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7624394997049793494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-six-years-of-journey-in-usa.html' title='My six years of Journey in USA !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-32918080758717296</id><published>2010-11-19T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:05:50.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>Strings attached !!!</title><content type='html'>Why can't people be just people and understand our uncomfortable gestures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to be on the receiving side of advices?&lt;br /&gt;what is it like ur life being meddlesome?&lt;br /&gt;What is it like someone telling about her private life and expecting u to reciprocate back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an acquaintance or a frnd to her, I would have walked out of her!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to deal with HER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-32918080758717296?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/32918080758717296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=32918080758717296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/32918080758717296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/32918080758717296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/11/strings-attached.html' title='Strings attached !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-4350148712169974157</id><published>2010-07-10T12:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:07:30.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>My first potluck at Dallas</title><content type='html'>It was fun spending time with a bunch of ladies after a month or two being just me and my hubby with occasional visits of my cousin's family.I am the only person who worked earlier.Rest of the ladies were homemakers.All their talks were abt movies, jewellers,designer costumes,watches,cooking..At one point of time,I felt like a fish out of pond.I am inclined to shopping(and of course cooking.being a female,I had to) but always wanted to discuss current affairs, how the job market is, who bought what(talking abt Mergers). Finally I concluded myself being tomboyish in thoughts..I enjoy the gurly talk to some extent but long for what guys discuss...hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not justifying the title, I was always a tomboy while growing up. I used to climb trees, never scared of fire crackers, adventurous. I still remember a incident which happened closed to 20 yrs. I was in 3rd or 4th grade.We used to have wooden chair and desk joined together at school.I sat on the edge of the chair with one of the legs of the desk in between(a very awkward position).My history teacher commented,"Dont be tomboyish, Sahasra".That was the first time I heard this word. I put a blank face. She came to my desk and told me to sit properly. I never sat like that again in my life. I went home and checked the dictionary. Afterall I was very young to understand the difference between a gal and a boy at that age.I feel I have some tomboy traits still in me which come into motion once in a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-4350148712169974157?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/4350148712169974157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=4350148712169974157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4350148712169974157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4350148712169974157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-potluck-at-dallas.html' title='My first potluck at Dallas'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1360714283687568973</id><published>2010-07-09T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:01:32.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Modern Husbands vs Conservative Husbands</title><content type='html'>The other day,I was at my cousin's place.She want us to join to one of her frnds' circles.(we moved to Dallas recently).She gave me two choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First group - women will be in one room chit chatting and men will be another room playing cards. Women and kids can have dinner before men ate(usually end up having dinner at 3:00AM). --I said," NO WAY, I am used to spend time together with Ravi and rest of the families all together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second group - women will be in one room chit chatting and men will be another room playing cards.kids can have dinner before men ate.  -- I asked" What abt women?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied "Women eat after men had dinner after 3:00 AM" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be a couch-potato watching an already watched movie in some desi channel&lt;br /&gt;along with my dear hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now blog buddies, whom would you choose between the two groups???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1360714283687568973?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1360714283687568973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1360714283687568973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1360714283687568973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1360714283687568973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/07/modern-husbands-vs-conservative.html' title='Modern Husbands vs Conservative Husbands'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-4044534818964695369</id><published>2010-06-23T14:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:02:46.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Bored !!!</title><content type='html'>It's been close to two months I came to Detroit from India.First month flew in a jiffy..Now I am killing time fighting my emotions..It's hard to tame an idle brain.No matter how much you try to change ur mood, it goes back to doldrums..Hope I'll be back from the blues soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-4044534818964695369?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/4044534818964695369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=4044534818964695369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4044534818964695369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4044534818964695369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html' title='Bored !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-6098079112665610214</id><published>2010-06-18T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:18:25.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>It's been long time I scribbled in here.Time just drifted..Not much exciting and din't feel like updating the blog..I went to India,stayed for couple of months,quit my job for extending my stay, attended one of my cousin's wedding,had loads of fun. I came back to Detroit.Ravi got a job in American Airlines so we had to move to Dallas.We moved to Dallas on May 9th. It was hectic. I had only 9 days for packing,cleaning as I arrived to Detroit on April 30th. My Cousin and his wife visited on May 1st as we are moving South.So hardly a week to finish off. We had nothing planned for our anniversary(May 7th) but my frnds threw a send off party.They made us cut the cake and lighten up the day as we were stuck with mundane thoughts.We started on May 8th and reached Dallas by May 9th.A warm welcome from Kishor Annaya and Sharmila.Stayed at their home for two weeks b4 we finally moved to our apartment. We live next to a creek enjoying pleasant evenings.Still settling down here. I do miss Detroit once in a while.Hope winter makes me happy that it was a good decision to move South.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6098079112665610214?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6098079112665610214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6098079112665610214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6098079112665610214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6098079112665610214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7783470340212570066</id><published>2009-08-29T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:05:20.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischievous ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh Zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/TBwXwXhRg9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/-fblevl_sV8/s1600/Vicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/TBwXwXhRg9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/-fblevl_sV8/s320/Vicky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484284565945156562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long I haven't scribbled in my blog. I knew I can't tell that I was busy and am busy and will be busy. Among many skills I lack is Time management. Ok, no more excusess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am here to share few tidbits of one of my cousins, Vicky.All my cousins are weirdos.We stay close to one another and visit atleast once or twice a week. Vicky used to stay next to my house.To start with, let me introduce this character. Vicky is innocent, obedient chap. why is he a weirdo,huh? 'cos of his submissive nature to a fold that we can easily catch him if he is a part of a deceptive plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two moments that share:&lt;br /&gt; I was in my tenth grade and he was in third grade and at the same time, Mom was graduating from her pottery designing course.Three of us very busy with our course works. Mom painted a pot using all kinds of crap.To be frank, the pot was very beautiful.She bought a bunch of artificial flowers to go with the pot and a stool. The pot used to stand in one of the corners of my room(next to a chest).I have some stealthy places where I put the chocolate wraps. The pot became a new sneak point. My mom adored the pot. Dusting the pot became one of her everyday activities. One day, when I was gobbling a 'Five Star' heard some footsteps.I ran to the sneaky place to put the the wrapper. In haste I dropped the pot. It broke into 3 pieces.A gasp of fear struck me.I knew this would shatter my mom's heart. I calmed down.I did overlook who came to my room. I was preoccupied with the aftermath. Vicky slowly came close. Both of us were in SHOCK. I put the broken pieces to make it look the same.We came to an agreement that none of us would reveal to anyone and if mummy asks we should pretend that we are not aware of it. Next day, as usual Mom went to dust the pot and it fell apart.She became furious. She called me and enquired me if I broke it. When I saw the broken pot, I dropped my jaw. The expression itself affirmed mom that I was not the one who broke it. In the evening all my cousins came to play at my home. She asked my cousins. None of them were aware of it, ecxept for Vicky. I was scared when Vicky opened his mouth to talk. By the time I baubled, Vicky admitted that he broke the pot.My mom scolded him and gave an imposition. I was like WHAT? hmmm I acted as if I knew nothing about it.My mom becomes centi whenever she remembers the pot. I admitted to her that I broke the pot when she visited us last year(after 10 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Vicky's house.Vicky was scared to drink Coca as Chinnana is strict and doesn't tolerate any rules violated. I told him to take a sip and dilute it with water to the mark. He was happy and was ready for a sip. I left to my home. It was around 8:00 PM,guests visited Vijaya pinni's home. She asked me to help serving Coca.When I poured Coca in the glass, it was almost transparent. I knew it was Vicky.I din't say a word, just stood staring at the glasses. Chinnana came and looked at the glasses. He called Vicky and Vidya. As usual, he confessed that he diluted it.I slowed slipped from the room as I have a share in it(just the idea, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is 20 years old 6 feet tall, still has the same innocence.He din't change a bit.We had loads of fun when I went to India this Jan.After 3 and 1/2 yrs,I met all my cousins.It was fun hanging with cousins late nights on the beach road.I miss 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7783470340212570066?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7783470340212570066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7783470340212570066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7783470340212570066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7783470340212570066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminiscence-1.html' title='Reminiscence - 1'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/TBwXwXhRg9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/-fblevl_sV8/s72-c/Vicky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-531002946031208959</id><published>2009-01-13T21:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:46:27.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>My new year resolution - A date !</title><content type='html'>Don't be surprised ! It's a new year resolution of my 45 year old colleague.I was shocked when I saw "A date" on the display.We were asked to give our past yr achievements and new year resolutions for a divisional meeting before Christmas.I knew she was looking for a date.But I never thought she would admit in front of 50 people.Hope her wish fulfills this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another teammate,39 yr old is waiting for a 20K ring.All she wants is a ring worth of $20,000.All she was waiting throughout her life is a ring.She leaves Texas every Thursday to meet her boyfriend(boyfriend ?)who has a 20+ yr old boy and a teen gal.Hope she gets her ring and be happy with her would be fiancee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cultural shock for me.Wish I would grow culturally this year.Coming to my resolution is a long lasting wish-to-come-true.I want to shed tons of weight .Wish me all to achieve my goal this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy New Year and Happy Pongal wishes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-531002946031208959?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/531002946031208959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=531002946031208959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/531002946031208959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/531002946031208959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-year-resolution-date.html' title='My new year resolution - A date !'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-2007847070464917603</id><published>2008-12-14T20:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:55:28.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Monday fever !</title><content type='html'>Growing as a child,I hate mondays.From sunday morning,fear creeps in me.Being an alumni of Delhi public skool,We had a weekend culture in our skool.Two days of fun followed by a test on monday morning was dreading for me.So the fear never subsided.It grew as I grew.There are some sunday nites which are unbearable.One such nite is today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless crazy ppl like me and of course their respective husbands/wives for enduring their spouses' mood swings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2007847070464917603?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2007847070464917603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2007847070464917603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2007847070464917603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2007847070464917603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-fever.html' title='Monday fever !'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-9055615399015053876</id><published>2008-12-11T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:29:24.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>A snapshot !!!</title><content type='html'>I wasn't blogging last six months because of my tight schedule.Yeah,very busy..I was greedy enuff to not to waste a moment of my time away from my parents during their stay.Ravi was jealous like a small kid.I should confess ,I kept my dear hubby at bay,but I cudn't help being biased.He also had a nice time with my parents.We had loads of fun this summer.We were happy to satiate my parents' visit.We went to Peoria,Chicago,Vegas,SFO,LA,Lake Tahoe,Niagara falls,Traverse city,Mac kinaw islands.I hope we should cover more places next visit.I am happy that my parents enjoyed their stay.Mom used to be busy with chores but dad was bored a bit at the end but he stayed 'cos of me.Love u daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back to bang..took a month to get used to the household chores... I am on pace.Yep, my daily schedule starts at 6:30 and back to home by 5:00pm, then go to gym for an hour,later cooking then a deep snoring sleep.Everything is planned as schedule.But the culprit is a table next to my cube.Guess what it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-9055615399015053876?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/9055615399015053876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=9055615399015053876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/9055615399015053876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/9055615399015053876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/12/snapshot.html' title='A snapshot !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-5583580099452934242</id><published>2008-12-10T22:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:39:46.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>A Year  in IT world !</title><content type='html'>Not pretty bad...Just completed a yr in cyber world.Now I am a Sr.Business Analyst,  Risk Management Team,Blue Care Network.I play a very meticulous role at BCN which makes every day exciting for me.In short,I develop reports which predicts company's progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-5583580099452934242?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/5583580099452934242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=5583580099452934242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5583580099452934242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5583580099452934242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-in-it-world.html' title='A Year  in IT world !'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-3304472352601272967</id><published>2008-07-09T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:40:43.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>Racing heart !</title><content type='html'>My physical body trying to beat the pace of my racing heart.I wish it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS,An hour to go for my chweet hearts to land on US of A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3304472352601272967?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/3304472352601272967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=3304472352601272967' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3304472352601272967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3304472352601272967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/07/racing-heart.html' title='Racing heart !'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-6462922347545637985</id><published>2008-07-09T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:16:51.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings !!!</title><content type='html'>My parents are coming tomorrow.I am in anxiety shock!Too many thoughts preoccupied my mind,I could hardly do anything.Eagerly waiting for their arrival.The moment I think of them,I feel butterflies flying in my tummy.....Hope we would have fabulous time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS,My husband is always the victim of my emotional outbursts.GOD knows when I'll be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6462922347545637985?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6462922347545637985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6462922347545637985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6462922347545637985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6462922347545637985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-3591222759555627289</id><published>2008-06-20T00:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:36:56.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Shiva Garu.</title><content type='html'>I spoke to Shiva garu(Au Biotech Dept Clerk) after 2 long years.Well,it's nice to talk to someone who was a part of fond memmories.Wherever I go,I'll have someone to shield my mischief,my mistakes.In AU,those two years would have been miserable if Shiva garu,Parvin and Jyotsna not existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost six years back when I proudly entered Biotech building(frankly speaking,it was a shed, war godown built in early 20th century for second world war).The first person I met was Shiva garu.He was amicable and left a good impression in my first visit.Once the classes started,we became good pals.Helped me always with the attendence,shared university gossips.I never spent a penny on phones as I always used Dept phone.It was only me who had the previlege to use it among my classmates.Many were envoius about the bias.It was fun to see the attendence chart displayed every month end.I used to be attend twice or thrice a week and my attendence would always be above 85%.That was all fun filled days,of course had to face some attacks from bullies in my batch.I learnt true human nature during my masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your support and help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3591222759555627289?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/3591222759555627289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=3591222759555627289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3591222759555627289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3591222759555627289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/06/shiva-garu.html' title='Shiva Garu.'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7824423623803005685</id><published>2008-06-19T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:11:59.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>Last few days at work !</title><content type='html'>Once again open to job market and started job hunt.It seems like I can't stick to one place.My first assignment was for 2 weeks and second assignment was for 4 and half months.Hmmm,enjoyed every momment of the work.I miss my work, my collegues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started almost three weeks back when everyone sensed there is a tornado hitting in near future which would snatch their jobs and go away leaving deep pain.There was tension in air every nook at office.Usually cabana and lobby are the gathering places which are noisy at lunchtime and snacktime.Gossips about employee cuts are most heard which was not usual for a fresher like me.I saw people fighting back their tears,holding breath with disappointments.My project was always vacillating from the start,but my manager always extended at the last moment.I got used to it and had faith on my manager that she would look for my dorf(pay check)every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,I came to know from my team lead,that suresh and me are at high risk,but Nagwa is trying her best.This is not the first time I am hearing from Srinath,so I took it lite...A day has come where many were given last date.That was Monday.I was in the training room assisting my users.Somewhere deep in my heart,I had the fear.I got a call from Pavani,that she was given last day and she affirmed that mine would also at anytime.My heart dripped,choked to death,fought back my tears...Damn it,why me? It's a terrible feeling.My stomach churned as if I was on a rollercoaster which is about to hit the ground.Slowly came out of the conf room and sat on a bench next to the door with heavy heart.I waited whole day for Nagwa's mail.I prayed god not to grab my job at least for some days.Slowly the day slipped without any notice.I din't get the mail.I was bit happy as Srinath said Nagwa was requesting my PTG,IT Manager.She accoladed me a week before for my performance.I had some hope that she could chip in funds for me.After coming home,I din't dare to login and check my mails.Tuesday morning,I got a call from Srinath to attend the training by 8:30 am.I went to the training,couldn't wait long hence conveyed Jon(Mitratech trainer) that I would be back in 10 mins and walked briskly to my cube.Logged in and opened Outlook...Hmmm the inevitable happened...Nagwa's 1:1 meeting.It implies it.hurried to the restroom and felt really really bad.I made my mind not to cry when she tells.Went back to the training room.There I couldn't stay long.Again went out and sat on the bench with deep thoughts.Srinath came and said they are sending me to QC team for a couple of days until the enhancement budget is sponsered,but not concrete though..I sighed with relief....The meeting went on good as there is some hope..Next day,wednesday I got a mail from Michelle(QC supervisor) that she can't favor me.That's it...I am sure this time I'll be ousted.Damn it,it hurt me a lot.As days passed, it was unbearable.There were several trails by Nagwa.Some hope and distress shaded whole week.I appreciate Nagwa's trails for keeping me in Ford.we used to shoot mails every night which is quiet unusual.She always used to say "God will keep u in the right place".It hurted me even more when I see her with that sober look.In a week,I am no more in this project.I don't exist in Ford bothered me a lot.The last week was like a hell for me.The transition was even more horrifying as I felt like giving my babies away.I bursted my anger and frustration couple of times on my teammates.Hmmm finally the most dreadful day came and that I had to part..Suresh was next to my cube.We shared everything,be it food,jokes,gossips,news anything.He is around 50,an elderly person showering fatherly love on me.He said "who'll give me mango rice and who'll tease me about yoplait".I burst out tears.That was so hurting.I know I am emotional,I don't know when I'll stop bonding to ppl and even projects.Finally fare-bid my team and came out of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back to my normal mode (man,those 2 weeks were irksome).Past is past.Started fresh week with updated resume in dice and vendor calls.Hope I would get job soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good news :My parents will be visiting us in a fortnight.I am excited for their arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7824423623803005685?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7824423623803005685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7824423623803005685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7824423623803005685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7824423623803005685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-few-days-at-work.html' title='Last few days at work !'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7012015072465608304</id><published>2008-06-01T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:30:07.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says Elephants can't dance?</title><content type='html'>I always wandered whats with MBA..afterall do 2 yrs of graduation in B-skool change a person's attitude and problem solving and decision making skills.I was skeptical what actually an MBAian role in decision making of a company.I was dubious  about IT techies(in fact what they do in the AC rooms and come home with high pay check) also as I am a seriously Bio student and engrossed in molecular biology of the tiniest part of our life system 'Cell'.I thought my part of study is most exciting as it is exploring the SDLC of a cell(metabolism) and coordination with other cells and finally the body metabolism, evolution over period...hmmmmmmmmm I miss those days how I used to imagine, in true sense, I imagined as if I was observing each and every reaction of the Glycolysis, TCA cycle or DNA replication...how A and T unite with the help of DNA replicase(if anyone remember  Sundrop ad where a kid slides on vada exploring his mom cooked food using sundrop oil)....full crap for non-bio ppl...I was naive and believed that Biology is the only exciting subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marrying a techie, I slowly realised my opinion was quiet wrong(I never accepted with my husband though).When I finally decided to move to IT , I had my own fears whether it would be mechanicallly reading or would give my brain some work....hmmm,finally fell in love with computer technology...My work is challenging...I learn a lot everyday...I come home everyday contended with the kind of logic I applied....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Internet for opening new horizons to acquire knowledge.I started reading success stories of great business people.I am in the mid of "Who says Elephants can't dance? - Louis V. Gerstner"-----I am spellbound.hmmm he is the real hero of 90s.A small mistake would  have wiped out the so called institution IBM.Next to it I also liked Jack Welch's Straight from the Gut,Sam Walton "Made in America" ,the Tylenol turn-around etc;These stories are inspiring to go further in my career.Hope my dream comes true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7012015072465608304?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7012015072465608304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7012015072465608304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7012015072465608304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7012015072465608304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-says-elephants-cant-dance.html' title='Who says Elephants can&apos;t dance?'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1988756547107768762</id><published>2008-05-29T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:40:53.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>My jil jil jinga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/SD9NDZXM5iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/omf3VYAM9JY/s1600-h/happy_days.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205964415006729762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/SD9NDZXM5iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/omf3VYAM9JY/s400/happy_days.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poddulegalli snanamcheyyali caryekali office kelali..(ohhhhhhhhh ohohohohoh)&lt;br /&gt;bathroom lo patalu breakfastlo matalu&lt;br /&gt;team mundu wonderlu users mundu blunderlu&lt;br /&gt;worki tenderlu&lt;br /&gt;ika lunchtimeki waitinguu looby lo walkinguu cabana lo tea meetinguu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jil jil jinga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendor tho conferencelu,userstho classulu,colleguestho jokulu&lt;br /&gt;cubelo seatingu,communicator tho messaginguu lunch-breakki waitinguuu&lt;br /&gt;cubelo seatingu,websites surfinguuu,tea-time ke waitinguuuu&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jil jil jinga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poddulegali snanamcheyalii.....&lt;br /&gt;burlington lo shoppingu eatingu lo ollie'su ratna cube lo huskinguu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey pilla.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jil jil jinga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ika car poolmate laki waitinguu cubelo chattingu waitingu waitinguuu&lt;br /&gt;ika car poolmate laki waitinguu waitinguu ,cubelo chaittinguuuuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1988756547107768762?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1988756547107768762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1988756547107768762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1988756547107768762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1988756547107768762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-jil-jil-jinga.html' title='My jil jil jinga'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/SD9NDZXM5iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/omf3VYAM9JY/s72-c/happy_days.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-2805888844952373229</id><published>2008-05-26T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:32:59.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Bouncing Bak</title><content type='html'>Hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;Let me thank Compassion unlimited,joe and keerthi for the concern.I am very much fine.I was worried about my project.My previous posts are horrifying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know when my project is going to wind up but I am  happy  for proving my mettle and problem-solving skills again.My manager is all impressed and thriving hard day-in and day-out to keep me in her project(lack of budget,recession etc;- nitemares for most IT techies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find IT is not so passionate as I once thought, or may be at least BO so taking initaitive to go ahead with MBA.Ok now,enuff beating around the bush,I planned to lay my leg into Management..God knows,how I'll manage work and skool,but decided that I should go to Business skool.I have to start GMAT prep,get good scores and admission in Univ of Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog buddies,wish me good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2805888844952373229?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2805888844952373229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2805888844952373229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2805888844952373229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2805888844952373229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/05/bouncing-bak.html' title='Bouncing Bak'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1036017396657523119</id><published>2008-04-09T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:47:14.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Is LIFE a Snake n Ladder game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bitten by snakes several times,but never lost my hope.I am hoping,I'll climb the ladder now.Of course,the dice is in the hands of destiny maker..I have to wait for his blessings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1036017396657523119?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1036017396657523119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1036017396657523119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1036017396657523119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1036017396657523119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1263938754306910809</id><published>2008-03-28T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:49:03.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>When I woke up !!!</title><content type='html'>I just woke up,&lt;br /&gt;found all alone in a small boat with no paddles amidst of water.How can I come out of it?I hear huge gush and guess my boat is esculating towards a waterfall.Help ME....Somebody save me please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1263938754306910809?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1263938754306910809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1263938754306910809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1263938754306910809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1263938754306910809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-woke-up.html' title='When I woke up !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1466082302141201259</id><published>2008-02-01T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:26:04.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Not Excited !!!</title><content type='html'>Till last Monday,I longed for a job..Now that I got the job,I want to be a home-maker.I donno why ....I am all tensed up how I would do my job,how to prove myself,how to pretend as an experienced BO developer,how the new environment would be,my collegues would be.Tons of questions buzzing my mind .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is my D-day..am not really excited as I was for the first job..First experience will always be thrilling....Though I feel happy that I would be working, but zeal is missing..I became lethargic again...I should revitalize myself...bounce like a radium ball...No more depressing days...plan myself beforehand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My zoology sir used to say I am moody,but never believed him...Now when I look back into my life,I agree with him...All of sudden,I'll be turned off, for no specific reason at all...Ravi is ultimate scapegoat for my mood swings...need to grow up...get ride of blues....I donno if I miss my parents to death but masking my heart that there is no other go than just pass the days....May be hiding my inner feelings (which even I myself couldn't understand ) is the reason behind all this...How do I come to reality...This is LIFE...Go Get Going is what is life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope happy days are ahead...And another prominent reason for not-all-excited-thing is I din't buy stuff recently for monday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a busy bee from next week......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1466082302141201259?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1466082302141201259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1466082302141201259' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1466082302141201259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1466082302141201259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-excited.html' title='Not Excited !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-2548327426056312139</id><published>2008-01-29T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:01:21.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer Letter from Ford</title><content type='html'>I got an offer from Ford for three months project..I would be joining on Monday..."Chala chala happy"-A Shekar Kammula dialog......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nite b4 the interview, I was restless...somewhat tensed up,though I knew I hv an offer in my hand.The more I think I hv an offer,the more I was  bothered...If I loose this opportunity,I hv to go to California all the way from Detroit leaving Ravi,frnds and live all alone until Ravi joins....I just can't express how heavy my heart is,how fast it was pounding...I myself told my atmaram,I am not gonna loose anything, forget abt CountryWide project too...I can stay at home until I get a project in Detroit.....But u know,Restless Mind is hard to be controlled.It took me long time to make up myself...By monday morning,I was OK....I said to myself,If I deserve it,I am sure,I'll get it...That's it...No more vacilating which would jeopardize my interview....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well..It was for like 30 mins..By the end of the interview,I came to knew there are more chances for getting selected..Hmmm by evening 5:00pm,my vendor called to find If I would be available from next monday...The Ford folks want to know if I can join them early...So I'll go to work from next monday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to call the CountryWide vendor and inform them I am rejecting the offer....For that I have to prepare note...hmmm another big task to do today...I think Alex(CW) would kill me...God knows how I'll convince them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2548327426056312139?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2548327426056312139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2548327426056312139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2548327426056312139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2548327426056312139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/01/offer-letter-from-ford.html' title='Offer Letter from Ford'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-3309633105563606416</id><published>2008-01-24T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:55:21.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer Letter from CountryWide(Bank Of America)</title><content type='html'>Hey Blog buddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially I got an offer(contract to hire) from CountryWide today. I am kinda happy for it.Still waiting for calls in Detroit.My join date is Feb-06.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3309633105563606416?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/3309633105563606416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=3309633105563606416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3309633105563606416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3309633105563606416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2008/01/offer-letter-from-countrywidebank-of.html' title='Offer Letter from CountryWide(Bank Of America)'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-8300628956443605501</id><published>2007-12-22T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:41:02.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Job!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my first break thr' Priority Health.Though it was a short term project,I was happy for the job.The project is just for two weeks.It started on dec-10th and ended on dec-21st.Now I have to start job search again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder how I would sit 8 hrs in the office,but the time used to just fly away.I was under lot of stress and pressure the last two weeks.I could hardly sleep.Even in my sleep,I used to think about claims,member months ,reports,calcs etc;I should say it was hectic.I worked 11hrs a day.At the end of day,the job satisfaction is worth it.My boss really liked me.She gave a good performance evaluation to my employer,an impressive one(she CCed it to my inbox).Got my first pay check y'day.It was a memmorable  moment in my life,I did something worthy for all the efforts of my parents did turn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are a real gem.They gave atmost importance to my education.Whatever I am today and will be in future is just because of them.I decided to present my first pay check to my parents.This is not to repay them.I am indebted to an extent that I can't repay them in any jenma(if really there is rebirth after life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love U Dad and Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Ur kiddo,Sahasra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8300628956443605501?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8300628956443605501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8300628956443605501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8300628956443605501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8300628956443605501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-job.html' title='My First Job!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-3255026726968965414</id><published>2007-11-30T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:23:20.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>How wud it be if ???</title><content type='html'>Does the title sound wierd???yes of course  the post will sound weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday,Ravi and myself were talking abt my upcoming in person interview.We had this funny discussion which I wud like to imprint in my web diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here starts:&lt;br /&gt;The sequence is between the Interviewer(IV from henceforth) and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Tell me abt urself&lt;br /&gt;ME:"Chatrapathi title song"This will be coming after the IV asks the Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV,somewhat puzzled:Why shud I give u this job?&lt;br /&gt;ME:Chaduvurani Reddy,&lt;br /&gt;Chethakani Reddy,&lt;br /&gt;Jobleni Reddy,&lt;br /&gt;Jobpoyina Reddy,&lt;br /&gt;Jobrani Reddy,&lt;br /&gt;Interviewfailayina Reddy,&lt;br /&gt;Ila chala mandi kannaka,ika puttedi Job techukoneedi kani ranidi puttakudadhani,maa amma nanna JobVachee Reddy ani pettaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV totally lost asks the last Q:Are u confident that U can do the job?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Place nuvvu cheppena saree aha nenu cheppena saree aha,&lt;br /&gt;mee office kostha,mee lift ekkutha,nuvvu chupinchina seatlo kurchuntaa aha,job chesthaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nice meeting u,shake hands and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "Samjo hohi gaya..........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Lage raho Munna Bhai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:It is not to offend any particular community.This is just for fun and is based on movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3255026726968965414?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/3255026726968965414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=3255026726968965414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3255026726968965414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3255026726968965414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-wud-it-be-if.html' title='How wud it be if ???'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-8367225385653229336</id><published>2007-11-21T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:11:32.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maaTE mantramu</title><content type='html'>Movie Name: Seetakokachiluka&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Balasubramanyam S P, Shailaja S P&lt;br /&gt;Music Director: Ilayaraja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Satamaanam bhavati Sataayu purushaSatendriya aayushEvEndriyE prati dishtaTi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaTE mantramu manasE bandhamuee&lt;br /&gt;mamatE ee samatE mangaLa vaadyamuidi&lt;br /&gt;kaLyaanam kamaneeyam jeevitam&lt;br /&gt;maaTE mantramu manasE bandhamuee&lt;br /&gt;mamatE ee samatE mangaLa vaadyamuidi&lt;br /&gt;kaLyaanam kamaneeyam jeevitamneevE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalO spandinchinaaee priya layalO&lt;br /&gt;SRuti kalisE praaNamidEnEnE&lt;br /&gt;neevugaa puvvu taavigaa&lt;br /&gt;samyOgaala sangeetaalu virisE vELalO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nEnE neevai prEminchinaa&lt;br /&gt;ee anuraagam palikinchE pallaviv&lt;br /&gt;Eyedanaa kOvelaa yeduTE dEvataa&lt;br /&gt;valapai vacchi varamE icchi kalisE vELalO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8367225385653229336?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8367225385653229336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8367225385653229336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8367225385653229336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8367225385653229336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/11/maate-mantramu.html' title='maaTE mantramu'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-6239789228963646523</id><published>2007-11-20T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:00:13.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snehabandham.</title><content type='html'>............................ohu ohoh oho oh oooo...............................ohu ohoh oho oh oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paadametupotunna,payanamendakaina;&lt;br /&gt;adugu tadabadutunna,thodurana;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinni edabaataina,&lt;br /&gt;kanta thadi pedutunnaa;&lt;br /&gt;gunde prathi laya lona nenu lenaa;&lt;br /&gt;ontaraina,otamaina;&lt;br /&gt;venta nadiche needa venaa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi kannulane tudichina nestama;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;odi dudukulalo nilichina snehama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................ohu ohoh oho oh oooo...............................ohu ohoh oho oh oooo...(1:49):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amma odilo leni paasam;&lt;br /&gt;nesthamalle allukundee..;&lt;br /&gt;janmakanthaa theeriponee;&lt;br /&gt;mamathalenno panchutonde;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'meeru','meeru' nunchi mana sneha geetam;&lt;br /&gt;'aera','aera'alloke maare;&lt;br /&gt;momataale leni kale jaaruvaale;&lt;br /&gt;ontaraina,otamaina;&lt;br /&gt;venta nadiche needa neeve;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;tadi kannulane tudichina nestama;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odi dudukulalo nilichina snehama;(3:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:vaana vasthe kaagithaale padavalayye gnapakaale;&lt;br /&gt;ninnu choosthe chinnanaati chaethalannee chentha vaale;&lt;br /&gt;gillikajjalenno ilaa penchukuntoo tullintallo thele sneham;&lt;br /&gt;modalu,tudalu telipe mudi veedakunDe;&lt;br /&gt;ontaraina,otamaina;venta nadihe needa neeve;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;tadi kannulane tudichina nestama;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;odi dudukulalo nilichina snehama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................ohu ohoh oho oh oooo...............................ohu ohoh oho oh oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent lyrics...takes me back to my college days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6239789228963646523?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6239789228963646523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6239789228963646523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6239789228963646523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6239789228963646523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/11/snehabandham.html' title='Snehabandham.'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7842289587948283074</id><published>2007-11-18T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:45:53.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>Saaga Of a Fresher!!!</title><content type='html'>A fresher needs a damn break.To get a BREAK, here is what he happens to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more u prepare,the more complicated life becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur wellwisher tells  by doing a particular course,u'll get a job,lets say Business Objects.Mind u,only reporting wud be fine is what they say.Then a BO developer says "NO,NOoooo,U hv to learn design part too to get calls".The fresher starts preparing Designer too.U get a mail from another techie that u have to learn SQL,as SQL is heart of Datawarehousing..Again he(fresher) downloads SQL ebooks, and study SQL,and of course Oracle,SQL Server,ETL etc;As Unix is the Operating System for some companies,they advice u to learn some basic commands.Now he thinks he is done with prep and uploads his resume with mediocre knowledge in DICE.The resume he prepared(which took a week to prepare) will hv tons of mistakes and unknown terms which he might have no idea what they are.The real story begins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the market is good,he'll get several calls which makes him enthu .The vendors bug him as if the requirement is damn urgent.They use all chweet words until they get the resume.Some may do the tech screening to test ur knowledge.Thats the end,they won't call u unless until ur resume is shortlisted,which is very rare as they are mid-level vendors.If he is lucky enuff to get an interview,he'll be very happy,dreams a lot abt the job,of course the pay and benefits too.He'll be restless and waits for the Big Day.To his agony,after a three hour long never-ending interview,he finds one of the interviewers worked in the same project.He asks abt which building and even the team lead too(where u hv to pretend as if u know the person even though the interviewer knew u hv not worked there by then).With lots of expectation he goes into the room and comes out heavy hearted,learns his mistakes,modifies the resumes,if possible changes the company names to small companies and waits for calls again.He gets requirements,but finds that they are looking for ppl who hv experience in PL/SQL,VB.Net and hundred and one skills which he finds lacking.The saga is unending until he gets a Damn BREAK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;I am in the same journey,waiting for a break.Wish me gud luck,blog buddies!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7842289587948283074?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7842289587948283074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7842289587948283074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7842289587948283074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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phases.Each phase has its own importance.I relish the memories to an extent,I feel like goin' bak if I were given a time machine.Recently I watched "Happy  Days" movie which made me go back to good olden college days. College life is really one of the sweetest part in my life.I enjoyed every day in my degree college.I never missed the college.My three yr of degree life revolved around the college.Every day was exciting.The exams,boring classes,seminars,love affairs,sorrowful moments,happy endings,petty fights, nite outs,soap/buttering lecturers,practicals,ragging,freshers party,farewells,bunking classes:all make a Student's life. Hmmm what a fun.Life was really coooooooooool,only tension was exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several people who influenced my life in my college.It was really a place which made me matured and also made me set my goals,thrive to achieve them.My class strength was around 18 students,9 boys and 9 gals.We used to hv common classes with other batches.&lt;br /&gt;In this post,I am describing the most influential people in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Director sir:&lt;br /&gt;He is a nice person to me.Though many of my frnds and of course lecturers won't agree with me abt it.He was a sweet person to me.He always ignited spark in me.He is for sure my guru.Though he never taught me any subjects,he encouraged me from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ramesh sir:&lt;br /&gt;He is my GURU.Whatever I wud be in my career life,it is because of him.He supported me till date and will support in future.He taught Biotech,microbio.He is the sole reason for me acing my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Sailaja mam:&lt;br /&gt;She is my Genetics lecturer.She was very kind to me.She gave me lots of freedom.She made me live like a QUEEN in the college.I was her pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Sashikanth sir:&lt;br /&gt;I learnt patience from him.He taught us Genetic Engg.He was soft and believed I wud rock in management career.He always insisted me to do MBA.Still pending sir,but wud do in near future,to make ur belief correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Anuradha garu:&lt;br /&gt;She is my bestest frnd,with whom I share everything.She is three yrs senior to me.We met in Scholars coaching centre ,from then we became good frnds.She always inspired me and had faith on me more than I had on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Chaitu:&lt;br /&gt;He is my best frnd.He is the first guy to be my frnd.He encourages me when I am in low spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Priyambika:&lt;br /&gt;She was my benchmate in degree.I learnt to be independent from her.A very gud quality,u'll observe from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Oindrila:&lt;br /&gt;I learnt discipline and punctuality from her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2027637755798839536?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2027637755798839536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2027637755798839536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2027637755798839536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2027637755798839536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-515194788666942408</id><published>2007-10-28T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:43:01.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Life's colorful!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn busy all these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ages,I cud see,&lt;br /&gt;A twinkle in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;A dimple on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Feeling of Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;A Sense of Achievement,&lt;br /&gt;A Hope of Accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been so cool these days.I hv so much work that I am totally engrossed in it.I fell in luv with my life again.I find a "new ME, a new SAHASRA in me".Now the bubbly gal came bak into life , revived with punch of energy , enthu  &amp;amp; attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a promising upfront and wish  all my blog buddies the same with whole heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-515194788666942408?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/515194788666942408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=515194788666942408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/515194788666942408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/515194788666942408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifes-colorful.html' title='Life&apos;s colorful!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-307040905819093640</id><published>2007-10-10T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:10:20.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Weird habbits Of Sahasra!!!</title><content type='html'>I have some weird habbits when I am on preparation for exams.Believe it or not I go to a cinema hall or at least watch a movie at home the nite b4 the exam and after the exam.Though I am not a movie freak,I get relieved from tensions if I watch movie.I watched Indra in a near by theatre for three times in successive days during my M.Sc first yr...Everytime I watch Indra,I feel tension in the air.Of course,ppl do laugh at me when Ravi says abt my peculiar habbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do read novels and magazines when I am in the preparation phase.My mom always used to doubt whether I am studying my subject or reading novels.She used to peep into my room just to check most of the times.I read The Malory Towers, Nancy Drew series when I was in my tenth though I read several times b4.In my degree,couple of Sidney Sheldon novels and in my Masters,I watched Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During My exams,I shud get something new, something that draws my attraction.In tenth,most of my frnds got spects,I was crazy for spects. As I pretended as if had severe headaches,mom took me to eye specialist.he just gave me medicines.I created a big fuss to get my spects..To satiate me,my mom took me to the lens crafters and bought one.During my degree 2nd yr,I was after a watch.Crankiness repeated again.Finally I won.These are just a few to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I am an emotional eater untill last yr when I was in doldrums.During my preparation time,I used to be a voracious eater(Only choclates,sweets).I still remember one nite I ate ten(10) 5-stars while studying.I used to study until I had something to eat at nites.This habbit grew as I grew.In M.Sc I replaced fruits to choclates as my weight graph was on uphill.I used to put on atleast 2-3 kgs during exams...Now I am trying hard to burn the fat accumulated from past 10 yrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-307040905819093640?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/307040905819093640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=307040905819093640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/307040905819093640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/307040905819093640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-habbits-of-sahasra.html' title='Weird habbits Of Sahasra!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-2943652876595238471</id><published>2007-10-09T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:31:02.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct-4-2007</title><content type='html'>Oct 4th 2007 is one of the memorable days in my brother's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2943652876595238471?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2943652876595238471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2943652876595238471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2943652876595238471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2943652876595238471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/10/oct-4-2007.html' title='Oct-4-2007'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-2744529839358019404</id><published>2007-10-08T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:11:25.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>I want to bring  my dying blog back to LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past months,I cudn't scribble as I had some problem with the page.Everytime,I open the page,a pop-up box used to open and prevent me to move further.Hmmm,it is resolved and I am back to bang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened in past three months..I'm still wandering whether it is true or not..Guess what,I got My EAD, a work permit which I was dreaming for ages..Ravi used to present me something(of course after me reminding him abt the day and for a present incessantly) on OCT-1st(The day when I finally landed on United States Of America).Its been three long years I came here..Faced hell lot of troubles 'cos of joblessness,idleness,loneliness et al.The best gift I got on this OCT-1st was My EAD card.It was a treat for my eyes to see the card.I went on the very next day by 9:00 am to Social Security Office to apply for SSN card..Why shud I waste a single day after getting  EAD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is coming this week.Mommy has sent goodies for me,and of course dresses too..anxiously waiting for his arrival ....Lost 7lbs which is another gud thing to be mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2744529839358019404?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2744529839358019404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2744529839358019404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2744529839358019404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2744529839358019404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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she puts on.I take life as it comes my way.This doesn't mean I am aimless,rather I am not pre-planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every yr,during my final exams,I scoffed myself for not planning.I used to think that I shud not repeat the same next yr.I always got nice marks.If at all , I cud plan revision, I cud hv excelled .But that never happened.I am done with my acads too,still I cudn't inculcate planning habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am here thinking of the past and of course tantalizing myself.On friday nite,I told my hubby dear that I need an hour of his time(with no gadgets switched on) dedicated to "our future planning".He was like Grrgh...Don't spoil my friday nite plzz....We had a trivial discussion,he was not in a mood to hear my plans or words.We ended up with some other conversation finally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole weekend, I thought ,thought and thought to the power of infinity,discussed with my frnds(I invited 4 families for lunch on sunday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2797956222987096238?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2797956222987096238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2797956222987096238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2797956222987096238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2797956222987096238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/08/planning.html' title='Planning!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-142443346034443042</id><published>2007-07-25T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:29:40.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Gadgets- Health Consciousness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rqe224JBb0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y53NhuULSNg/s1600-h/csl0190l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rqe224JBb0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y53NhuULSNg/s200/csl0190l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091238957665054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking in simple needs one pot and a spatula in age old days.Only one pot to cook rice,stew or whatever food.The earthen pot in the picture is what our great grand parents used.The earthen pots were made of mud and baked under dry paddy stalks to solidify.Cooking used to be simple,cooked freshly.My Dad often says pulav or biryani was one among olden recipes.The women in olden days cooked rice mixed with meat,vegetables,condiments as their dear ones come home hungry .The meat and cereals what they brought for the day should be cooked fast to feed them.The pic on right inspired me to scribble abt today's kitchen appliances and gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one topic "A must for kitchen" in TIA community(Orkut).I hv seen gals posting appliances which they use daily(Onion and vegatable cutter,wet grinder,food processor etc;).I am one among them.I hv insatiable desire for kitchen appliances.The technology has developed a lot that everything is done in minutes,sometimes seconds.To prepare rotis in olden days,women used to crush wheat in a motor and pistle and then bake the rotis.Now we have instant flour(roti maker) to prepare rotis or whatever u name it, we hv a gadget for it.Women in olden days are meant only for household.But today Women compete with men in every aspect of life.The limited time for cooking led to the invention of GADGETS.We buy them with an intention to make our daily chores easy.But hv we ever thought how safe they are , do they hv any gradual effect on our human system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 buying any stuff regarding kitchen,I google a lot,check the reviews,pro n cons...Recently,I started searching on evry commodity, be it pots n pans,appliances , vegetables ,fruits..I know I'll get obsessed, but I saw ppl with rare cancers at very young age,which provoked me to be cautious ,may be over cautious.I don't want to live for ages but stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent Findings:&lt;br /&gt;1.Using Aluminum  Cookers, vessels  is not very advisable 'cos  Al may effect Brain &amp; nervous system.Still research    is going on,yet to be confirmed.Alzheimer's and Parkinson's Diseases  can be caused by excess intake of Al(Still to be confirmed).Though Al  won't react with food, (Al is a stable element) but may react with acidic or alkaline foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Use of Microwave: Even excess use of microwave is not good for health.The radiations are not very harmful,but the heat generated by the waves may cause unknown changes in the atomic structure of the biochemical molecules.Especially heating milk for longer periods on microwave is not recommended.Vegetables cooked in microwave doesn't have any vitamins,anti-oxidants and flavinoids.Steaming or cooking on stove-top reduces around 30-60% of vitamins in the vegetables.Reheating the food in microwave without a lid on the bowl leads to improper warming,so microbes sustain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Use of plastics in freezer and microwave: is unsafe.The plastics react with the food at extreme low or high temp to form certain type of chemicals,Dioxins which may cause breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Milk:In USA,cows are stimulated with growth hormones to yield more milk and meat.Though most of us don't eat beef,but milk is unavoidable.Milk here is loaded with growth hormones.So if possible go for organic or Amish milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Chicken &amp;amp; Eggs: same as mentioned in point 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Frozen Foods:Though frozen veggies &amp; fruits have more vitamins &amp;amp; anti-oxidants than the veggies from fridge, they have preservatives as well as salt.Both are not good for health.Think twice b4 going for frozen food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:This is my opinion.Pour on ur opinions,my blog frnds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-142443346034443042?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/142443346034443042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=142443346034443042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/142443346034443042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/142443346034443042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/07/gadget-world.html' title='Gadgets- Health Consciousness.'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rqe224JBb0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y53NhuULSNg/s72-c/csl0190l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-7784689658440140303</id><published>2007-07-24T23:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:47:21.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>My Ceilu Kanna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqbVfIJBbzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7om1-I80DR8/s1600-h/celu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqbVfIJBbzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7om1-I80DR8/s200/celu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090991159526911794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqbVN4JBbyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XDyNRB7ouas/s1600-h/celu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqbVN4JBbyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XDyNRB7ouas/s200/celu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090990863174168354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bujji Doggy.&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute,rite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7784689658440140303?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqbVfIJBbzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7om1-I80DR8/s72-c/celu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-733813742757310881</id><published>2007-07-24T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:44:01.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Feeling Homesick!!!</title><content type='html'>I am homesick!!!&lt;br /&gt;Want to lay on daddy's lap!!!&lt;br /&gt;In need of mummy's warmth!!!&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for my ceilu kanna's hugs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: My bro is landing on Hyd the very moment.I am jealous of U,ra .Proved another time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-733813742757310881?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/733813742757310881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=733813742757310881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/733813742757310881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/733813742757310881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/07/feeling-homesick.html' title='Feeling Homesick!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-323531119094280996</id><published>2007-07-23T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:17:46.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Site seeing'/><title type='text'>Wheeling-The Palace of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUrbYJBbxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gdqywS5skhQ/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUrbYJBbxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gdqywS5skhQ/s200/DSC01240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090522703148969746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUq64JBbwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MymZqAKnnXs/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUq64JBbwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MymZqAKnnXs/s200/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090522144803221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUqf4JBbvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yuA3VgpHXWM/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUqf4JBbvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yuA3VgpHXWM/s200/DSC01299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090521680946753266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUppYJBbtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mKfUoDncWiE/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUppYJBbtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mKfUoDncWiE/s200/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090520744643882706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUpVIJBbsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ny0e5LfdaIQ/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RqUpVIJBbsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ny0e5LfdaIQ/s200/DSC01231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090520396751531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks back we have been to Wheeling...There is a ISKON Temple which made the place so special....A must-to-see place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-323531119094280996?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/323531119094280996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=323531119094280996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/323531119094280996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/323531119094280996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheeling-palace-of-gold.html' title='Wheeling-The Palace of Gold'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANA-(Telugu Association of North America) made me busy for three weeks.....relatives babbu.....me all the time cooking n cleaning......My pedabaji, Ayyana Uncle came last week and my college Director sir came y'day......I wonder these ppl hv come all the way from vizag to US for TANA---Crazy ppl!!!I being here from past three yrs never been to TANA...Two yrs bak it was held in Detroit but we went to Niagara falls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Director Sir gave me the college brochure(Yeppiee, My pic is in the brochure!!!!).All the time he praised me..Y'day,I felt very happy..."U are always SPECIAL to me" is what he said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:The pic was taken five yrs back when I got 1st Rank in Human Genetics,2nd Rank in Biotechnology,3rd Rank in Biochemistry and 9th rank in Microbiology.That DAY was the most memorable day in my life.No one ever received like this till today-Acc to My Director sir's verdict .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1794434018277640977?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1794434018277640977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1794434018277640977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1794434018277640977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1794434018277640977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-moments.html' title='Happy 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3927393098506957255?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/3927393098506957255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=3927393098506957255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3927393098506957255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/3927393098506957255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1918279750811972098</id><published>2007-06-17T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:22:39.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Words mean a lot!!!!</title><content type='html'>On monday,I cooked chicken curry which turned out to be a fiasco....Ravi din't like it,even I too...yuckieeeeeeee,none  can ever eat such curry.....while we were talking,topic raised abt my cooking and the curry....it went on n on....My neighbor n I have the habit  of exchanging the curries everyday...as usual I gave her that day too....Ravi started teasing me saying that she wud not open her door even if I knock fearing that I wud give something else blah blah blah.........and there came a point&lt;br /&gt;Ravi (funnily) :give the curry to our neighbors downstairs(the couple is 85+,I call her grandma,him grandpa...)&lt;br /&gt;Me(immediately) :"No,ayyo if something happens to them after eating,I'll be in prison"...&lt;br /&gt;Ravi:(still teasing)I'll come every week to see u and bring chicken for U.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Will U come every week???&lt;br /&gt;Ravi:Yes,every week..&lt;br /&gt;Me:will U not marry another gal???(my voice is quivering)&lt;br /&gt;Ravi:NO raa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when tears roll down from my eyes...I started crying somehow cudn't fight bak my tears,the more he consoled,the more unbearable it became..what he said for the couple of minutes is way too much I expected from Ravi..It was too emotional to take....All I can say is "I love U , Ravi nanna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words mean a lot.yeah,yrs may pass but words remain fresh....I believe In any relation,we shud express our feelings abt others to them to strengthen the bond....I don't mean to praise all the time,but once in a while,If we express how imp our partner,parent,sis,bro,frnd is to us,they'll be happy and relish the comments....ppl like me expect such things ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz Note:It's my opinion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1918279750811972098?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1918279750811972098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1918279750811972098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1918279750811972098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1918279750811972098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/06/words-mean-lot.html' title='Words mean a lot!!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-1754993423014224672</id><published>2007-06-17T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:24:30.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haps'/><title type='text'>First half of June</title><content type='html'>I have been busy lately...partying,picnics,playing games,walks,long chats with frnds that I completely ignored my blog(who was my best buddy in my doldrums) for a while...I honestly owe a SORRY to U....what can Sahasra do when her master is too busy with her pals.....Ok,now I am back with tiny teeny things of my life....All of U know that I started my blog with heavy heart,now that my heart is lightened(touchwood,I pray almighty that I and of course rest of the world shud be happy n hale)I procrastinated scribbling here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flashback of the fortnite::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very busy these days, no productivity though but time flew away...Day starts at 7-7:30am,still found difficult to do the chores..Reason-frnds,car,calls,preparation????I don't know which of them made me a busy bee,may be cumulative effect wud be apt....I had car most of the time for the last two weeks,me n one of my frnds made regular visits to KOHLS n K-MART....If this continues for couple of months,we may get especial discounts,no kidding....we bought a pair for our other halves so that they won't mind us shopping......I bought three tops,two trousers from Kohls n one skirt and two cotton shirts from K-mart....for courtesy,I bought one T-shirt n jeans to Ravi(happies)......&lt;br /&gt;This week I was into Cognos....Though I din't started prep seriously,but made my mindset...I always need a buffer period for studies...a week to make my heart n soul to immerse into studies, give utmost concentration to what I do....Once I am all set,none can distract me....I have two small books named"Letter to a Student" and "Secret of Concentration" which played an imp role in my academics....I carry them wherever I go,whenever I need self-motivation,I read them...They are just 20-30 pages and handbooks..(This post is not for advertising the books)...&lt;br /&gt;Lately a saying made me realize my goals&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Keep trying no matter how hard it seems,it will get easier" &lt;/span&gt;Coming back to this week,I went to library for two days,studied for couple of hrs...went to CCS for two days for software installation...I met V there,he is helping me a lot...as I am from biology field,everything seems new to me,so coping with my peers is  somewhat tuff, but whenever I think I am incapable,I say aloud my wonder saying and go ahead....Lets hope I'll face the IT world in the nicest way....U know taming my mind is the difficult part for me...so coming week or may be two,i'll be buzzzy in that.....ayyo forgot to tell u,I was sick for 2 days,mild fever ,but now I am fine.....And one more imp hap is We can apply for 485.........This is the good news we wanted to hear from a yr or so,finally we heard it........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1754993423014224672?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1754993423014224672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1754993423014224672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1754993423014224672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1754993423014224672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-half-of-june.html' title='First half of June'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1871308141683528365</id><published>2007-06-12T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:25:51.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solve &apos;em'/><title type='text'>WHY?????</title><content type='html'>WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this post from charumani,thought it was nice n posted in my blog......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer my questions?&lt;br /&gt;Drive away my tensions?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why so high is sky? Why is the earth circular?&lt;br /&gt;Why you &amp; I speak lie? And why are we afraid of failure?&lt;br /&gt;Why love is related to heart only?&lt;br /&gt;Not with liver, lungs or kidney?&lt;br /&gt;Why lemon is sour but sweet is sugar?&lt;br /&gt;What’s the difference in babies or adults cry?&lt;br /&gt;Why everything starts and ends with a Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why you are you &amp;amp; I’m I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1871308141683528365?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1871308141683528365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1871308141683528365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1871308141683528365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1871308141683528365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/06/why.html' title='WHY?????'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-834047980087121435</id><published>2007-06-01T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:59:11.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Party !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmASEWusyQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BHiLPmJyld4/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmASEWusyQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BHiLPmJyld4/s200/DSC01024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071073046449408258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmAVRmusySI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0iJwuKYb9ZM/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmAVRmusySI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0iJwuKYb9ZM/s200/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071076572617558306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmAW9GusyTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0YBV9kMWBuQ/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmAW9GusyTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0YBV9kMWBuQ/s200/DSC01041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078419453495602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmAXWGusyUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uYJgxZ3GkwA/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmAXWGusyUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uYJgxZ3GkwA/s200/DSC01075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078848950225218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,In my previous post I mentioned abt my B'day,rite.....Ravi threw a surprise party for me....This was my first surprise party in my life....And added to my surprise,he gave a gift for me....To much to take for a day!!!!I never expect any surprises from Ravi as He is practical and thinks kiddish when I long for....Whole three yrs,he never gave me any gift...He was like,come let us go n buy types....It seems he feels I deserve more than what he wud give...Every b'day or wedding day,he goes to some shop,tries to find something nice to present,but finds nothing which wud satisfy him....So we made a deal  on May 7th(our marriage day),that I shud not expect any gift from him.....We both go and buy something I like....Hmmm, so was least prepared to expect from him....But the nite b4 my b'day, he was restless...when I asked him the reason,he told he went to BORDER but cudn't find Dale Carnigie's books....He got up early,cleaned the house, u know he cleaned the restroom too which is very unusual.....we planned for going to chinese restaurant....In the evening, we headed to Basu's home as He is also accompanying us....When I opened the door, TA  DAAA..........huge clamor, wishes from all my pals....I was very happy,spent the evening with all my frnds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Ravi for all U have done to me ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-834047980087121435?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/834047980087121435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=834047980087121435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/834047980087121435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/834047980087121435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprise-party.html' title='Surprise Party !!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RmASEWusyQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BHiLPmJyld4/s72-c/DSC01024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-6387732394217581694</id><published>2007-05-30T08:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:54:47.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My BudDay!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hurray,me completing quarter century of ME on This beautiful world........25 yrs old????I can't believe it.....Got to be matured..... When I was a kid,I eagerly wait for my b'day so that I can hv a party,gifts,cake,chocolates n lot more....Now,I don't wait for b'days neymore as every b'day,I turn ONE yr older.....I still want to be a kid ....being nurtured by my parents,small hugs n pamperings from all....As days,months n yrs pass,we gradually change,to be apt modify,adapt,acclimatize to our surroundings, grow bolder n braver, make wise decision without parents' consult.....I always depended on my parents till I got married...even for buying a dress,I need my mom to be on myside.I used to think at times how am I gonna live away from 'em.Yep,This may sound silly,But I never had a day away from my parents....I remember a day when I went to my aunt's house without my parents...My heart weighed tons of iron as it became dusky...It pounded,my heart aching,Only crying aloud wud comfort me...I was in the room with my cousins,I cudn't fight bak my tears.I am a weak soul so rushed to the restroom...Tears rolled down uncessantly from my eyes...My Seshakanamma guessed what's going on and sent me bak to my home.....First yr of my marriage was full of homesickness,somehow  unable to digest that I shud be away from my parents....later on, I got used to it...Of course,once in a while ,I cry for my parents....Ravi was always the patient one in my family...He consoles me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now That Today is My Birthday,I am proud to say that I am blessed to have caring parents,bro and lovely Ravi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6387732394217581694?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6387732394217581694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6387732394217581694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6387732394217581694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6387732394217581694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-budday.html' title='My BudDay!!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-1934527124508201272</id><published>2007-05-25T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:14:20.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>IT haunts me,&lt;br /&gt;IT laughs at me,&lt;br /&gt;IT wakes me from deep sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I love IT,&lt;br /&gt;I want IT,&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't get IT,&lt;br /&gt;But a small Ray of Hope makes me wait for IT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT is what I want in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz NOTE: Don't ask me abt IT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-1934527124508201272?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/1934527124508201272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=1934527124508201272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1934527124508201272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/1934527124508201272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/it.html' title='IT!!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-4945810330084407952</id><published>2007-05-23T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:23:19.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahasra Unearthed!!!!</title><content type='html'>The following List of Q's were looted from arZOOOn who got from Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoked Cigarette&lt;/span&gt; -Never,but wanna try Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crashed a Frnd's car&lt;/span&gt; - Not yet.But crashed my car recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stolen a car&lt;/span&gt; - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been in Love&lt;/span&gt; - with  Mr.X???? never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been Dumped &lt;/span&gt;- Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoplifted&lt;/span&gt; - Yep once.Pearl earrings from SEARS.It was unintentional though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been Fired&lt;/span&gt; - I am desperately waiting for my first break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt; - yep,when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Snuck out of yours parent's home&lt;/span&gt; - Never.BTW Parent's home????It's always my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Had feelings for someone who din't have them back&lt;/span&gt; - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been arrested &lt;/span&gt;- OMG!!! never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone for a Blind Date&lt;/span&gt; - hmmm.....If I consider meeting Ravi for the first time is a date,then oh    yeah,It's a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lied to a frnd&lt;/span&gt; - yes,several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Skipped School &lt;/span&gt;- once in 6th grade.My bro,two frnds n me skipped the school and had nice time in the park.The irony is when we were returning bak,our school bus driver stopped when he saw us.we boared the bus but none of the teachers realised we bunked the classes.(Imagine US in the situation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seen someone die&lt;/span&gt; - My paternal Grandma n my pet Ceaser a.k.a Ceasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Had a crush on one of ur internet frnds&lt;/span&gt; - nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been to canada&lt;/span&gt; -no,may go in couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt; - nope,will B4 we go back to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been on plane&lt;/span&gt; - many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Purposely set a part of urself on fire&lt;/span&gt; - Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt; - no,wud like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been jet-skiing&lt;/span&gt; - yep last summer in Cadillac,mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Met someone in person from the internet&lt;/span&gt; - nope,but talk on phone with some orkut frnds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken pain killers&lt;/span&gt; - dread to take any pills, but yeah I take Motrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Loved n missed someone&lt;/span&gt; - yeah, I don't wanna get emotional now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Flown a kite&lt;/span&gt; - Yes,long long ago when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Built a sand castle&lt;/span&gt; - yep,played some silly games with sand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone puddle jumping&lt;/span&gt; - Oh yeah,I still remember the rainy days when my bro n me get down the school bus b4 our stop ,  drenched ourselves in rain n never left a puddle without jumping.Mom used to scold a lot.U know what my name(Varuna) itself is RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheated while playing a game&lt;/span&gt; - cheated n 'll be cheating in future too...no masti if genuine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been lonely&lt;/span&gt; - Yes,it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school&lt;/span&gt;- School.. I slept in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Used a fake ID&lt;/span&gt; - nope,somehow I missed this chance in Univ,thought of creating a fake library ID, but the librarian was too nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Watched a sunset&lt;/span&gt; - Yes with my bro at our farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Felt an earthquake &lt;/span&gt;- once when I was small.It was very mild though..I don't want in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Touched a snake&lt;/span&gt; - Saw snakes, but never dared to touch 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Slept beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt; - yep,my cousins n me sleep under the sky in summer,chat till we hear early bird chirping.. I hv radium stars n moon on my ceiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been robbed&lt;/span&gt; - No,I am always cautious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been misunderstood&lt;/span&gt; - yes, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Petted a reindeer/goat - &lt;/span&gt;no,but I bottle fed a baby reindeer when I was 5.I hv a pic too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Won a contest&lt;/span&gt; - no,never gud at 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Run a redlight/stop sign&lt;/span&gt; - sometimes,wat to do if I am in hurry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been suspended from school&lt;/span&gt; - no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been in a car accident &lt;/span&gt;- Yes, hit a pole in parking lot on apr30th....hey hey don't laugh at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one nite&lt;/span&gt; - Nope,though being an ichcream freak never ate a whole pint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Had deja vu&lt;/span&gt; - oh yeah,lot many times..When I go to some places which I hv never seen in my life for the first time,I feel I hv visited them...My Vikas hostel's kitchen was my first Deja vu. I get premonitions too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Danced in the moonlite&lt;/span&gt; - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Witnessed a crime&lt;/span&gt; - I have seen my bro n cousin killing 12 .. 12 wat????&lt;br /&gt;lizards yuckkkkk....my duty was to find the location...Holy shit, I am in the plot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;/span&gt; - I scribble on post-its and stick to the fridge, but not to the point of obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Squished barefoot thr' the mud&lt;/span&gt; - ya,it was fun..even in my last India trip,muh cousin's n me squished barefoot thr' mud on a rainy day...My dobhi got mad at us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been lost&lt;/span&gt; - most of the times..I hv poor sense of geography.I literally mug the route to return safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been on the opp side of the country&lt;/span&gt; - I wud love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Swam in the ocean&lt;/span&gt; - Nope,but I can swim in a pool or in static waters...ought to be safe, rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cried urself to sleep &lt;/span&gt;- Yes,I used to when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Played cops n robbers&lt;/span&gt; - Donga police is what we call....I always used to be the cop....I was bad at hiding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently colored with crayons&lt;/span&gt; - yes,with my frnd's kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sung Karoke&lt;/span&gt; - no,very bad at singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt; - several times in the Univ faculty club canteen...at times we used to pay the next day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Done something u told urself u wudn't&lt;/span&gt; - yes,uncountable times...being a Gemini,very feeble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Made prank calls &lt;/span&gt;- several times..recent one was couple of days bak.... I called my orkut frnd jyoti&lt;br /&gt;Me: hello&lt;br /&gt;Jyoti:Hi,may I know who is speaking?&lt;br /&gt;Me:I am calling from ICICI bank,mam.Are u jyoti?&lt;br /&gt;Jyotu:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me:do u know a frnd by name Varuna?&lt;br /&gt;we burst into laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught snow flake on ur tongue &lt;/span&gt;- My first snowfall was in dec04...I was very excited,caught snowflake on muh tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; - nopey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched The sun rise with someone u care abt &lt;/span&gt;-Yep..My family n me watched Sunrise withe steaming cups of coffee at our farm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt; - Summertime was full of fun...We used to buy the bubble liquid n the loop in the exhibition...once the liquid is over,we used to dilute shampoo or some detergents and blew bubbles..My bro's mouth was swollen once cos of the detergents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt; - nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughed so hard u pee ur pants&lt;/span&gt; - essshhhh....no...Does anyone pee when  they laugh hard????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheated on test&lt;/span&gt; - once in Inter final yr..It was a weekend test...Physics paper,topic is electromagnetism...I had some party b4 nite,so cudn't study for the exam... I copied some answer from One of my frnds,Sudha Parimala..I got 22/25..She got 19/25..who ever gets less than 20 gets 5 times imposition.I was on safe side.I think Vindhya,sirisha n me got more than 20...rest had to work ...Papam Sudha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been kissed by Someone u din't like&lt;/span&gt; - nope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Joy N Sush.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-4945810330084407952?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/4945810330084407952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=4945810330084407952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4945810330084407952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4945810330084407952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/sahasra-unearthed.html' title='Sahasra Unearthed!!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-766271717305352078</id><published>2007-05-22T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:18:50.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahasra's suggestion to newly wedded!!!!</title><content type='html'>A great man said "Everyone should have a spouse, because there are a number of things that go Wrong that one can’t blame on the government."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood the saying after marriage.......my husband and me point the other when something goes wrong but never ever agree its our own mistake...I get up late and blame my husband for sleeping late...he forgets lunch box in the off and blames me for calling him while he leaves the off....some tiny tiny tidbits ........Human Tendency &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sahasra&lt;/span&gt; had successfully completed three  fruitful wedding anniversaries, so can give an advice on marriage front..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my marriage,First year was like a BATTLE GROUND(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yudha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rangam&lt;/span&gt;) for us, we used to fight for petty things too...&lt;br /&gt;ME(always crying):  whine a lot...my dad buys this that blah blah....my mom does,my bro was yap yap yap...........and see U, U do nothing *again blah blah*&lt;br /&gt;HE(It's his turn now): My mom cooks blah blah....my sis never cried like U blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Yr was We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arguements&lt;/span&gt; but once or twice in a week&lt;br /&gt;HE:U can't cook properly even after a yr...taste the food while cooking blah blah........&lt;br /&gt;ME:I cook this way, can't bear my cooking??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then let's go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; or subway blah blah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u observe, no parents in our conversations....This means we got closer that we forgot to bring our parents in our disputes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Yr was we argue at times for petty things, but patch up within couple of secs....no EGO at all...I hardly long for my parents....Though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hv&lt;/span&gt; the same love n affection for mom n dad but Ravi became my life now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First yr, I was homesick,cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;evry&lt;/span&gt; day....Second yr was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but third yr was diff, I call my parents every day,may be I may miss in weekends, but Ravi became part and parcel of my life...He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;evrything&lt;/span&gt; for me... most times I feel he loves me more than I love him...of course, there is no way to compare LOVE....Now I dread to go India without him....There is some Magic in Marriage which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mesmerizes&lt;/span&gt; the couple to love each other that they can't allow  third person to enter into their life,be it their own kid,parents etc;Sometimes I ask my mom whom she loves more me,my bro or my dad...."obviously DAD" will be her answer...yeah,I truly agree 'cos he is the person who stayed with her,shared the joy,sorrow n is gonna stay with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thr&lt;/span&gt;' out her life....This is what I learned from my marriage......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suggestion for newly wedded: Without small disputes,marriage is a desert....disputes make the couple closer and more stronger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-766271717305352078?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/766271717305352078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=766271717305352078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/766271717305352078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/766271717305352078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/sahasras-suggestion-to-newly-wedded.html' title='Sahasra&apos;s suggestion to newly wedded!!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-5729601032267902689</id><published>2007-05-21T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:01:07.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do U know My New Buddy???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RlGUy2usyPI/AAAAAAAAADo/S3QcgOWPIME/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066994657174276338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RlGUy2usyPI/AAAAAAAAADo/S3QcgOWPIME/s200/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RlGRWGusyOI/AAAAAAAAADg/6w6re024nac/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066990864718153954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RlGRWGusyOI/AAAAAAAAADg/6w6re024nac/s200/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved  recently,may be a fortnite back......I hv tons of frnds over here......made new frnds within couple of days...vowwww my day passes very fast,no more frustration, loneliness....thanks Ravi for a good decision.....But u know what,the more exciting buddy I hv is a BIRDIE....Yeah, a small,tiny yellow humming bird......I named it as TWEETY.....I know this sounds somewhat stupid......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do u want to know how I met Tweety??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my new apt,we hv a bedroom of course every apt will hv,but we have an inbuilt alarm ....We moved on friday.Though,it was a new house,being tired we slept like babies.Suddenly we heard someone tapping,both of us were reluctant to hv a look....The tapping increased....Somehow I pulled up my energy to see whats happening....slowly moved the blanks to the corner...something caught my eyes, its a small bird flying...I ignored it as we hv a tree next to the window....but within couple of secs,we heard the tapping again...this time we are awestruck to see a small bird tapping.....as we got up,we started unpacking stuff and daily chores....The next day also,we heard the taps,got up .....As days passed I made a habit to get up when Tweety taps....Tweety taps the glass window around 7:10am.....This became a wake up call for me....This Saturday,I waited for Tweety but it din't turn up....It was raining, may be she was  in her cozy nest...Sunday,She came on time....felt happy to see her again.....I am really happy to get an opportunity to enjoy nature.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-5729601032267902689?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/5729601032267902689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=5729601032267902689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5729601032267902689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5729601032267902689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-u-know-my-new-buddy.html' title='Do U know My New Buddy???'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RlGUy2usyPI/AAAAAAAAADo/S3QcgOWPIME/s72-c/DSC01014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-3059560405648364609</id><published>2007-05-19T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:47:48.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>men</title><content type='html'>I don't know why men always think their families are superior when compared to the women....The word "Male" may be inputs superiority, ego etc;  into them...Especially the married ones, I heard a lot from my frnds.....If husband's parents, sisters ,brothers comment his spouse,she shud take it and mind it in a positive way , but if a wife's parents give a suggestion, just a suggestion,not an advice , it's fatal for them......Why the hell they think that way???We are educated like them , better in acads &amp; may be some are highly payed too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One frnd's life: She doesn't have any freedom to buy anything for herself,forget abt giving money or gifts to her parents..... need to take permission from him,explain him the reason, even though she earns money....But He doesn't even bother to say a word to her b4 sending gifts/money to his parents...He talks to his parents in secrecy, walks out of the room if he gets a call from them....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My husband is no exception....I hv freedom to be myself n to send gifts to my family, but he passes silly comments n addresses my parents as musaladu n musili which makes me crazy....except that,he is nice.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-3059560405648364609?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-1907381030336398957.post-7060619142633181784</id><published>2007-05-18T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:49:37.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Jewelry  Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a Jewelry freak....Always in search of some unique models.....To buy simple earrings , I would visit all the jewelry shops in my place...In my last India trip,I bought only few sets 'cos of my pickyness....will surely upload my jewelry pics..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These sites were mentioned by orkut frnds....I found some designs interesting so bookmarked here.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldpalace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.goldpalace.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gold Palace have tons of models....I already selected a few, waiting for his green signal....papam ravi, a big hole to be in his purse!!! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7060619142633181784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/gold-jewelry-designs.html' title='Gold Jewelry  Designs'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-5683683658900603455</id><published>2007-05-17T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:20:47.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Blog???</title><content type='html'>Yes,Why do I blog???This is the question I often ask myself these days.....I used to read blogs from quiet long time,may be 2 yrs or more....but I never thought I wud my own one day.....I saw some  bloggers expressing their daily life chores,some abt their moods, sadness,happy moments, some share the tiny winy things their chweet little hearts do,some geeks abt latest technologies,some share childhood memories, cookbooks, movie downloads etc;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                I being a poor writer , was dubious to start my blog....but my emotional state led me  kickstart to express my feelings, my whinings, my rantings.....The loneliness made my life miserable....I had almost everything I want in my life except my career which made me more frustrated as the years passed...I am worried of my career front....none to empathize my condition....On top of that,I am alone all day until he arrives.....All these provoked me to start IRIS.....On the first day,I summed my courage  to put forth my feelings.....From then,I scribble  here abt anything which bugs my brain....Hmmm saving my gray cells.....This helped me a lot.....I can express anything and everything.....Oh yeah,my grammar is wrong at times or may be most of the times,but who cares if I am happy.....I changed a lot..To be frank,My attitude changed....I advised a couple of frnds .....They are rocking too......Anyways ,I am happy now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-5683683658900603455?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/5683683658900603455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=5683683658900603455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5683683658900603455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5683683658900603455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why Do I Blog???'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-6931580781549803490</id><published>2007-05-17T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:06:42.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thyroid:((</title><content type='html'>My frnd's kids are lethargic,slow in almost all activities....nothing excited them the way I observe in other kids of their age..the elder one is 5yrs old and younger 1 1/2.....I hv been keenly observing both of them past one yr......I cud sense something is wrong....Their metabolic activity is way too low....the 5 yr old is bit active when compared to the younger one....sluggish, pale skin, aged features...there is no baby fat in the 2 yr old.....I always wonder what the prob is.....Though I hv several questions ,I cudn't ask them.I don't want to annoy them....Recently we happened to talk abt some health issues....that is when I came to know both the kids and herself have thyroid problem ...They hv been taking pills from day one....My stomach churned when I heard that....Why does this happen????Is this a genetic trait to pass on to kids if she has????They are babies too small to take pills.....They gonna take the pill for many yrs....no certainty how long...I myself dread to take medicines when I am sick....Regular blood works,needles piercing the skin to find their tiny veins.....it wud be emotionally disturbing the mother everytime she takes them to blood work.....My worry is why can't they be normal like their peers inspite of the pills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: No offense to any readers who &amp;amp;/or thier kids with thyroid disorders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6931580781549803490?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6931580781549803490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6931580781549803490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6931580781549803490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6931580781549803490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/thyroid.html' title='Thyroid:(('/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7475693547479825268</id><published>2007-05-14T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:08:28.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My English Class !!!</title><content type='html'>College Life was the most memorable part of my life....I was like a princess in my college....My photo emerging as a star is still on my Director sir's Desk...I was astonished to find it even after 4 yrs when I went to visit him last yr and he assured it wud be in future....There were tons of PJs,pranks,happy endings,sorrows etc; we (me n my co-students) shared under the Mango Groove.....Everyday was filled with joy....Some of the lecturers were too young to be called so....I was always teacher's pet,So had three lecturers under my control,no kidding....My Sailaja Mam,Ramesh Sir,Madhuri Mam were my best lecturers.....They gave me full freedom....On top of that,my Director Sir is on my side....college became my ADDA.....I never missed a single day in college reason not to miss the funnn...The Mango groove was a recreation centre for me....My director sir always says it is second Santhinekethan....I truly agree with him.....I had only fond memories thr' out my three yrs which I cherish everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funniest event that remains fresh in my mind is what I gonna share here.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My frnd,benchmate,batchmate n bunkmate is Priya.....bunkmate huh?????? yep!!! we used to bunk the lang classes....In two yrs,we attended only one english class....and that precious class for Sharon Mam was in the mid of my degree 2nd yr.....Both of us unknowingly missed our lang classes on the first day,so that promted us to bunk the whole two yrs....It was not only we both,but there were several students who happened to bunk the classes,be it the lang classes or other subjects which reached to my director sir's notice......He ordered the watchman to close the gates till 4:30pm....It was Hum Genetics class followed by Eng class....we stayed in the mclassroom for a while and slowly started our way towards the entrance....To our suprise,the gates were closed and the watchman denied to open the gate though we convinced him that our classes for the day were done....we headed for library,but Director sir was at the door scolding some students who tried to go from back door....OMG!!! we had that option in our brains too.....so both back door n library were ruled out.....we went to HG lab and sat on the bench which can't be viewed from outside so that Sir won't find us,literally hiding ourselves not to be caught....Sailaja mam knew that we bunk the classes...she helped us several times......but now she insisted us to go to Eng class....It was already 2:55pm,half an hour class gone....we were reluctant to go,but she scared us to death saying Director sir is on rounds....no way to miss the class....finally with our mam's help,we came to know where the class is conducted......really we never cared where the eng class used to be....it seems the eng classroom used to vary depending on the # of students that day.....Several students like us flooded the class so the class was conducted in a conf hall,around 250 students were there in the room.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was 3:05pm, Sharon Mam busy scribbling on the blackboard....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We: Excuse Me,Mam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam:Do U need anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We:No,Mam.We want to enter the classroom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam(puzzled): Are U my students????I haven't seen U both (Huge clamor in the room........the class burst into laughter) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(embarrassed):Yes Mam!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam: Find urselves place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We found some room for both of us...rest 25 min,we got comments from the back benches....Students from Commerce,Physics,Math,Biological Sciences etc; have the same Lang classes...So huge #....we had to bear the comments, though funny ,hard to take at that time.....nothing to do,dug our faces.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next was the Sanskrit class.....We din't take risk to attend it....we went to the library,this time Director sir went out.....We came to knew that we used to have classes for IHC n Science &amp; Civilization when we were in degree final yr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After reading this, Don't misinterpret that we are not good at studies....somehow,we hate lang classes to the core....The want-to-go-home earliest made us bunk classes....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7475693547479825268?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7475693547479825268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7475693547479825268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7475693547479825268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7475693547479825268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-english-class_14.html' title='My English Class !!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-4600718757980761376</id><published>2007-05-09T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:48:24.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a moving recently which provoked  me to scribble here.....Moving is really really painful if U have lot of junk at home......junk in my sense any thing which I don't need for regular chores.....Packing glass and interiors is very painful...damn me,buy whatever comes to my sight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things which I ought to remember abt moving:&lt;br /&gt;1.Use brain while buying stuff...Think thousand and one times abt moving while buying.....Think abt the necessity rather than  pleasure of its presence at home.....&lt;br /&gt;2.Donate anything and everything which u don't use it regularly...Don't think they will be useful in future...it's foolishness...finally when the time comes for its usage,U can't find and end up buying another....&lt;br /&gt;3.Clothes----Why the hell  I get tempted????The more the clothes,the longer the laundry....why can't I  understand simple LOGIC???It took one whole day to pack my clothes....filled three big trash bags for salvation....&lt;br /&gt;4Sandals ---hmmm..... what to say....matching,matching...who cares whether u wear matching sandals with the dress...There is no time for others to watch U ...The other day,ravi's frnd was astonished to see the count of my sandals....&lt;br /&gt;5.HandBags---I can't believe I had around 20 bags until I packed.....There are some bags with price tags yet to remove....I hardly used most of them....I am lazy to change my cards,license everytime I change the bag....So why buying bags????I'll made myself not to buy anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;6.Cookery sets---I buy and at the same time presents from frnds.....Don't call distant frnds for lunch or dinner...They'll bring some presents.....Packing Cookery stuff is really really tedious ....I decided to break this cycle,giving-taking-giving........&lt;br /&gt;7.Cleaning---One shud never ever think that as U are vacating,U can do the cleaning at last....My inner soul use to prompt me"take the cleaning lite,anyhow u'll move in a couple of days"whenever I thought of cleaning kitchen,restroom or dusting,I got these prompts...Basically me being lazy used to follow my inner soul....Cleaning at the last moment is really cumbersome....rule #1:never neglect cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll have happy moving next time with less stuff....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-4600718757980761376?l=vannu.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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-5983759523211149641</id><published>2007-05-04T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:30:15.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Yappy Budday-Ravilu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjsyYSWZJeI/AAAAAAAAADA/A2fhNZe2REQ/s1600-h/p6195.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjsyYSWZJeI/AAAAAAAAADA/A2fhNZe2REQ/s400/p6195.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060693999104894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many Many Happy Returns Of The Day, Naa Bujji Ravilu.....&lt;br /&gt;May GOD Bless U success In All Ur Endeavors...&lt;br /&gt;May U celebrete Many Colorful B'days To Come....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Life to the Fullest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If i were a tear in ur eye, i wood roll down onto ur lips, But if u were a tear in my eye,i wood never cry as i wood be afraid 2 lose u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-5983759523211149641?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/5983759523211149641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-192972231969672916</id><published>2007-05-01T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:33:56.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May--Special Month for ME</title><content type='html'>May brings bundle of joys to me.....New dresses,jewelry,cakes,frnds,parties,gifts......Three important events of my life happened in May.....Ravi's budday is the first to start with, then comes our marriage anniversary and finally ends with my budday......May first week has been overwhelmingly joyful past three yrs and wud be thr' out my life...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi's Budday: May 4th&lt;br /&gt;My marriage Day :May 7th&lt;br /&gt;My Budday: May 30th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very warm Welcome to MAY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:I completed one month of blogging with 33 posts......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-1907381030336398957.post-296328472713448458</id><published>2007-04-30T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:41:10.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident: ))</title><content type='html'>Today is apr-30....First time in my life,I had a costly accident....Though I was safe,my car needs to get back to shape....Damn ME ,staying at home made me less oriented.....I had lot of tasks to be done today....I had to drop ravi ,my blood work to be done,x ray to be taken,buy medicines,draw cash from Chase,return jewelery  to Sears,get a money order from Wal-mart,go to my new apt off to sign the lease....Too much pressure as I hv  never been this busy for ages.....my daily routine is to cook,eat,sleep....once in while shopping,gathering....one in a blue moon day partying.....thats it....I am a dependent from last couple of yrs.....yeah, being a Bio student,I knew the more u use ur brain,the more sharper it will be.....But I got acclimatized to the present status and was reluctant to change.....The result is BUMMmmmmmmmmm.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said,I had lot to do ,I cudn't get proper sleep...I hardly slept for 3 hrs....whole nite,I was thinking abt how to do the work and worried abt driving all the time as I was a 4 month old car driver....The roads near the off are too confusing,I always loose the track....This worrying made me restless thr' out the nite....Finally, got up early,had bath and started for the Big day....Ravi got down at his off,then I shifted to the driver's seat .....I changed the gear from P to D....slowly raised the accelerator,I hardly went 50 mt,I hit the pole in the parking lot....I knew I am abt to hit the pole....To rescue the car and myself,instead of applying the brake,I stepped on the accelerator....It hit the pole in such a speed that made one half of the car shapeless....Its a fiasco....Ravi hadn't hardly took 10 steps b4 this happened....he just took a look back to see if anybody had accident....anybody is none other than me:(( He came running.....I was safe,but had small bruises as i hit the steering.....The tow truck came and took our car to the garage....finally the bill came up to 1000 bucks....still need to know abt how much the body shop guys wud charge......all the way I was panicked, but Ravi tried to calm me down......He din't blame me at all.......I felt really bad abt my negligence....If I cud act aptly,I cud have had a  nice busy day  along with all my pending works done........Had lunch with ravi's team as his Mgr is retiring today.......They kept on asking whether I was ok.........Just came home now.......felt like sharing the mishap.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-1907381030336398957.post-9207105011526114517</id><published>2007-04-28T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:02:17.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was A Kid...</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid,I had tons of doubts,few of them were very funny.....Today ravi and me happened to have time to relish our childhood memories and coincidently we found we shared several common doubts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are series of them,but Some I felt to share with other bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;1.When Hero or Heroine dies,how come he/she appear in the next movie???&lt;br /&gt;2.How come heroine has long and short hair thr' out the movie???poor me,I desperately wanted long hair those days..&lt;br /&gt;3.How a baby enters into life???isn't it weird u see ur mommy's tummy growing and all of a sudden,u find a baby???&lt;br /&gt;4.Why do we pray when I have My Dad who is my HERO???&lt;br /&gt;5.How come Hanuman fly and I cudn't ???My grandpa used to tell bedtime stories abt Ramayanam...The answer to this question was when u grow,u'll be able to fly...The next Q was why  don't I see anyone flying over here....innocent ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;6.When am I going to be married???U know I used to ask tatayya when I was at the age of 4 to buy 100 sarees,100 blouses,100 bindis,neything 100 for my marriage...He used to promise me but questioned whether he wud not be alive by that time"Ose pichchitalli nenu appativaraku vuntana" aneewaru...I used to cry a lot whenever he said that....emotional ME!!!He passed away when I was 10 with Heart attack.....Though I had very few memories of him,But they had an impact on my life and wud be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u ppl also had  such doubts???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to share but was too tired after watching "Annavaram".....I'll update when I get time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-9207105011526114517?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/9207105011526114517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=9207105011526114517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/9207105011526114517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/9207105011526114517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-i-was-kid.html' title='When I Was A Kid...'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-6862502820610454130</id><published>2007-04-28T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:41:09.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjNqcCWZJdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rfamIgiJo7U/s1600-h/K54-337633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjNqcCWZJdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rfamIgiJo7U/s400/K54-337633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058503836366874066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew most of the Indians are crazy abt mangoes...Esp NRIs crave for ripen sweet juicy mangoes....I too love eating mangoes,the raw ones ... tingly taste with chilli powder and salt....Every summer or whenever a mango comes into sight,My family remembers  an incident happened  almost two decades back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was a nuclear family...all my paternal aunts also stay very near to my home....One of my paternal aunt,Sitatta lives next to us....She has the habit of sending whatever she cooked to my grandpa and asking how the food tasted,be it a curry,sweet,fruit whatever it is...when Summer comes,she sends one of the best mango from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kavu&lt;/span&gt;( a place where the mangoes are ripen using ethane) during lunch time....One day,it was 10a.m, when Raj went to my attayya's home and told tatayya want a  mango...As usual,she selected the best and sent with raj.....my tatayya had lunch and a short nap....After nap,he used to sit on a rocking chair in the shade of neem tree(the neem tree was huge to shelter entire family)...most of the family members used to gather there and had a chit chat till nite and some used to resume to their works....this was a part of the daily routine when we had only Durdarshan in TV,no computers, and tons of ppl to share our joy and sorrow.... my paternal aunts with their families also come....Sitatta was never the one to miss this part of day....She came like every other day...After some chit chat,she had this conversation with my tatayya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitatta: how is the mango???&lt;br /&gt;tatayya : mango???u din't send me any....&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled Sitatta:Raj said tatayya wants a ripen mango....so i sent with him at around 10 a.m...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then all of us came to knew that it was my bro's trick to get a good mango....all bursted into laughter.....he was four,i think so...very small and he is very fond of mangoes....as he was small, he was allowed to eat only two or three, so cleverly plotted a plan which succeeded but caught....whenever mango season comes,we all remember this funny incident.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6862502820610454130?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6862502820610454130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6862502820610454130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6862502820610454130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6862502820610454130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjIkmyWZJcI/AAAAAAAAACw/6MgdF90xBE8/s320/PAA241000038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058145580259812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:0;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're my best buddy, my favorite friend,&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be pals until the end!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:0;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Many Happy Returns Of The Day, Naa Bujji Kanna....&lt;br /&gt;May GOD Bless U success In All Ur Endeavors...&lt;br /&gt;May U celebrete Many Colorful B'days To Come....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Life to the Fullest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wished to have a big bro...thought he wud be a fortress to me in my childhood...But I was proved wrong,though my bro was younger to me,He always  behaved as an elder bro to me.....My bro,Raj was two yrs younger to me...too bossy,domineering,arrogant,stubborn....added to MY Jealousness,My mom darling loves him a lot....There is certain bias.....I cud visualize it....Of Course,My Bujji daddy was always MY SIDE...Though my dad pampers me a lot,I still feel I want my mom to be on my side,pampering me....Too possessive of my parents,my bro,my husband and whomever I love....I just want them with me, showering love only to me ...Selfish ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Buddigadu,what i call my brother...I love him a lot....He is what i described him above....But there are some words which are missing to complete what he is "RaJ" ...He  is loving,caring,affectionate to an extremity that I can't hold....He expresses his anger out of LOVE and PASSION towards me...I still remember SEPT 30th 2004....He accompanied me to mumbai when I was to leave  to USA...He was not happy me leaving India...He had his own fears whether my husband wud take care of me, whether he wud come to pick me up, How I wud be without my parents and a lot...He blamed me and my parents for me going .....He decided to purchase a ticket so that I can comeback if ravi doesn't turn up at one moment....He hated Ravi to core as he din't keep his word...This is all because he loves me...U know,he holds my hand when I cross the road....I can't bear his affection at times....I am short of words, my throat is already choked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were toddlers,he never allowed me to ride the tricycle...I was always the one who sits in the back seat...I used to be very angry when I was young...My anger was because I was J of him...He used to be in hostel from 5th class...So mommy always used to remember him whenever she cooked his favorites....when he comes for holidays,It was a feast to us...Lot of sweets,yummy food....Deep in my heart,I loved him...But the pampering was wat I cudn't  bear him.....I always envied him...Sorry ra kanna,I was also small then....even i too had soft corner for him...I used to buy chocys for him with my pocket money whenever we visited him...but somehow cudn't stand the bias...I used to be the sweet one thr' out the yr.....during the holidays,he hogged my place....Now I remember him whenever I cook his fav,whenever I shop for ravi,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days,months,years passed,we became best friends....there wasn't a day when we hvn't said Hi-Bye at least.....I share with him everything and anything....Please be with me the way  u were  thr' out my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "It was nice growing up with someone like you -&lt;br /&gt;                                                               someone to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     someone to count on&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           someone to tell on!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers and sisters.    We know each other as we always were.  We know each other's hearts.    We share private family jokes.  We remember family feuds and secrets,   family griefs and joys.  We live outside the touch of time.&lt;br /&gt;-----Clara   Ortega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I cudn't communicate better....u are more than what i wrote here....u have a special room in my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur Sis,&lt;br /&gt;Sahasra.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-9104493123647367231?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/9104493123647367231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=9104493123647367231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/9104493123647367231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/9104493123647367231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-lil-bros-bday-apr-27_3385.html' title='My lil&apos; Bro&apos;s B&apos;day- apr 27'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjIkmyWZJcI/AAAAAAAAACw/6MgdF90xBE8/s72-c/PAA241000038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-2227020734114436251</id><published>2007-04-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:58:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjAjVyWZJZI/AAAAAAAAACY/CR6CZEI5XXI/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjAjVyWZJZI/AAAAAAAAACY/CR6CZEI5XXI/s200/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057581238736987538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the nites so long????I have to wait,wait and wait to hear the birds chirping,to see the early sunrise ,to get a break from darkness,silence....I feel like a ghost in the city........why can't I sleep????The whole world is resting, but me wide awake......Is this what depression is???Am I loner???I have everyone,but why do I share only joy ...Am I selfish???ppl say abt nitemares sometimes....i wish i cud get one.... forget abt the dreams......My eyes are strained....my body is lethargic.....I yawn the whole day.....my mind is restless.....One nite sleep cud do wonders....My husband used to wonder when i used to fall asleep the next moment I am on bed in India.....he was puzzled.....Am I a victim of loneliness???I bought some sleep aid pills,but have no guts to take....Do I miss my parents???Do I worry abt my career???Is it a potpourri  of emotions  which led to INSOMNIA........There are  times when I have to wake up all nite to complete my records,prepare for exams.....It was difficult to control sleep esp me..I postponed  work to sleep like a small baby...I used to think I shud sleep ,only sleep after the exams are done....mom always  compared me with Kumba Karna... OMG exams,seminars,viva,CSIR,interviews,Ph.D....... Full of tensions.....But at the end of day,I used to realize OK I have completed a portion of biochem, or Uma shankar sir appreciated, some fruitful event which made me feel happy....and hoped next day wud be even better ,slowly slipped into deep sleep......&lt;br /&gt; where is that sleep which I once craved for...... i have time but i cut hardly sleep for few hrs ...i pray GOD to give me the next day some motivation,some change,some appreciation.....The morning would be blank after ravi leaves.....a vacuum, a void in my life...no jingle in my way....can't share with mom and dad....don't want them to worry abt me..donno how come I kept my feelings in secrecy....may be my inner soul knew no one can change this dire situation....Only one tension CAREER...Hope I'll achieve at the earliest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the word "CHANGE"...Change is the existence of world.....After all without change,there is no EVOLUTION.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2227020734114436251?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2227020734114436251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2227020734114436251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2227020734114436251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2227020734114436251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleepless-nites.html' title='Sleepless Nites'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RjAjVyWZJZI/AAAAAAAAACY/CR6CZEI5XXI/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-5733933748192518411</id><published>2007-04-25T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:08:12.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My chweet mom's b'day-Apr 25</title><content type='html'>"Amma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Many Happy returns of the Day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May U celebrate uncountable b'days with sound Health and Happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe u as I am not a poet...Even if I pen my thoughts,I will be insatiable...I fall short of words...My throat chokes at times when I feel I am missing U...U have been my inspiration,my life and U'll be...I'll never let my spirits down at any point of life...I am ur reflection...The small chats with u during the evening walks are my inspirational quotes...The eagerness to wake me made u never sleep....why is this unconditional love towards me???sometimes it aches my little fragile heart to bear  that love....sometimes i quiver whether  i cud  ever meet ur goal..I promise U,ma I'll reach ur why and wherefore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;"U are a poem&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able to write,&lt;br /&gt;though everything I write&lt;br /&gt;is a poem to U."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Washington Irving&lt;!--PIM--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-5733933748192518411?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/5733933748192518411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=5733933748192518411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5733933748192518411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/5733933748192518411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-chweet-moms-bday-apr-25.html' title='My chweet mom&apos;s b&apos;day-Apr 25'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-6017998764209841380</id><published>2007-04-20T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T07:53:05.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rii3QFwHOVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5oWzzXF2qkQ/s1600-h/shaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055492068773149010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rii3QFwHOVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5oWzzXF2qkQ/s320/shaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need some shaking&lt;br /&gt;to throw me on air Cause my wings got stuck&lt;br /&gt;and I ain’t going nowhere Cause my heart is stolen&lt;br /&gt;and my mind escaped And my soul is missing&lt;br /&gt;cause it got afraid Cause my thoughts are silent&lt;br /&gt;and my words hang around With no meaning at all…&lt;br /&gt;ooops… my balance is lost…&lt;br /&gt;and I am ready to fall…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6017998764209841380?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6017998764209841380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6017998764209841380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6017998764209841380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6017998764209841380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/shaking.html' title='Shaking'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rii3QFwHOVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5oWzzXF2qkQ/s72-c/shaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-2365811814817356762</id><published>2007-04-19T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:15:07.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>Today is my second day of gym :)) This doesn't mean that I haven't been to gym b4..I had many innings,this is another fresh start.....One of my pals and I thought of reducing tons of loaded cheese(from pizza hut,McD) from our vital parts....We made a deal on apr-11....I had several resolutions bak in my life but this is RESOLUTION....something which I want to consider serious.....If I look bak into my life,I had almost been double of my size within couple of yrs.....Crash diets,cabbage soups,Atkins diet, Denise Austin's workout, u name it I did it.....But mostly cheated ,ditched or whatever....I am damn sincere for first few days,suddenly the so called ZEAL evacuates from my mind,soul....finally landing into a more hefty built....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to gym today,they were already two women busy working out....One middle-aged lady was on thread meal, somewhat bulkier...........My imaginations started.........I felt very lean &amp; lite myself by mere vision of her physique......Its human tendency to get satisfied and to luv urself the most....The other was of my age and was slim,but see my comparison........I shud be inspired of her,I have to set my mind to be like her,to be slim,to reach to size 6 but a BIG BUT .........I had to explain my mind to compare with the slim lady........U know what,then I came to know my mind is far stubborn than me as a whole..........Gr8 saints say that by controlling our senses,we can get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;moksa&lt;/span&gt;....now I understood how powerful the senses are....too much philosophy???? not gud for me lolzz.....Somehow convinced myself(my body+my innerself atamaram) and burnt around 300 cal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned,I will update my weight loss..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2365811814817356762?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2365811814817356762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2365811814817356762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2365811814817356762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2365811814817356762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/resolution.html' title='RESOLUTION'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-7389687020711153698</id><published>2007-04-12T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:55:28.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>april 12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh6cHakzQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0_Sd0K1N8Ds/s1600-h/200383630-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh6cHakzQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0_Sd0K1N8Ds/s400/200383630-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052647483162968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring.....I miss my parents,my student life,my best pals,my country....Why do I feel like this???I feel like a fish out of pond sometimes....I have entered into an institution where I can't have the liberty to be myself,where I can't go bak to My country,where I can't work to my fullest,where I can't be decisive.I am someone's property and is known to be.I am just a thing.I am scared whether I would come bak to life.I am a memory myself of great old days.I donno whether I would ever be bubbly,naughty,bouncing like the way I used to be.I 'm not blaming anyone.This phase may be a part of everyone's life....but there should be a point for transition....I have been waiting for it 'The point of transition'  since three long academic years..I am waiting for a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7389687020711153698?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7389687020711153698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7389687020711153698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7389687020711153698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7389687020711153698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-12.html' title='april 12.'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh6cHakzQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0_Sd0K1N8Ds/s72-c/200383630-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-8328269005154447435</id><published>2007-04-11T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:33:42.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New York trip---1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1GGqkzQzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7llLkTowP8c/s1600-h/357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1GGqkzQzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7llLkTowP8c/s320/357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052271437301367602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1EbKkzQyI/AAAAAAAAABs/cnn1HH9l3OE/s1600-h/372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1EbKkzQyI/AAAAAAAAABs/cnn1HH9l3OE/s320/372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052269590465430306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1B66kzQxI/AAAAAAAAABk/206_K0kolco/s1600-h/324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1B66kzQxI/AAAAAAAAABk/206_K0kolco/s400/324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052266837391393554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1AL6kzQwI/AAAAAAAAABc/OoIWuMpa5TU/s1600-h/318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1AL6kzQwI/AAAAAAAAABc/OoIWuMpa5TU/s400/318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052264930425914114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long weekend for Good Friday and Easter(A 4 day vacation).Ravi was very particular to go for outing rather than staying at home.He knew that I'll make him crazy.This trip was not pre-planned.We got the air tickets for somewhat costly.Both of us din't mind as we were planning to visit the country's Finance Capital since long.(we canceled NY trip two times and are eagerly waiting for).We flew to Baltimore on thurday nite by 9:00 pm.I was pretty impressed with Southwest Airlines as my  journey on American Airlines was awful.My bro came to receive us.We went to his room.First time in my life,I have been to a bachelor's home.It was far better than what I expected.Itz a three bedroom apt.All the rooms were filled with clothes and towels hanging on the doors and closets.The kitchen was somewhat soiled with stains.The stove hasn't been cleaned for ages.I can't help it rather taking a picture of it.One bedroom was cleaned for us,lucky we.I made sure to carry my bedspreads and blankets as I am very picky abt those.We slept and got up early in the morning for our most excited NY trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a Hertz car,Honda Sonata and drew to Statue of Liberty of New jersy side.The roads of NJ were very confusing.We missed the route couple of times.Finally got to the destination in time.Ravi was tensed whether we would catch the last ferry.Luckily we came b4 3:00 pm.The last ferry was at 3:30pm.The weather was bitter.It was bitting cold.But we were fascinated by the Statue of Liberty.The huge construction made us forget the freezing cold.We couldn't get down at Ellis Island as we were in the last ferry and had only one option to get down either Ellis Island or Statue of Liberty.We stayed for an hour,took as many pics as we can and boarded the ferry.It was already 6:00pm by the time we came out.Then we headed to BridgeWater Temple of NJ.We were in the mandir for half an hour as there was abhishekam going on.Frankly speaking,the concentration of  all three was on yummy fooood.The food was tasty,tasty.We gorged whatever we can to heart's content and then finally left to my friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned,will update the second part of my NY trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8328269005154447435?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8328269005154447435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8328269005154447435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8328269005154447435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8328269005154447435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-york-trip-1.html' title='My New York trip---1'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rh1GGqkzQzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7llLkTowP8c/s72-c/357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-7211732967931508487</id><published>2007-03-30T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:44:22.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens 4 a Reason!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them and you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair, but in reflection of you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never would realize your potential, strength, will power, or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, and lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to know where safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you meet affect your life. The successes and the downfalls that you experience can create whom you are and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make everything count. Appreciate everything you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people whom you have never talked to before and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you're a great individual and believe in yourself, no on else will believe in you. Create your own life and then go out and live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7211732967931508487?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7211732967931508487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7211732967931508487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7211732967931508487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7211732967931508487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/03/everything-happens-4-reason.html' title='Everything Happens 4 a Reason!!!'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-8644568371038928286</id><published>2007-03-30T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:11:32.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rg0Mfid98KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOk0BAXS_mE/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rg0Mfid98KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOk0BAXS_mE/s400/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047704493320171682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-8644568371038928286?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/8644568371038928286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=8644568371038928286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8644568371038928286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/8644568371038928286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/03/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rg0Mfid98KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOk0BAXS_mE/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-6381677457476553403</id><published>2007-03-30T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:09:12.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rg0L8Sd98JI/AAAAAAAAABI/GMwuH6Aecn4/s1600-h/26886376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rg0L8Sd98JI/AAAAAAAAABI/GMwuH6Aecn4/s400/26886376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047703887729782930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6381677457476553403?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/6381677457476553403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=6381677457476553403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6381677457476553403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/6381677457476553403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/03/natures-beauty.html' title='Nature&apos;s beauty'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp1.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/Rg0L8Sd98JI/AAAAAAAAABI/GMwuH6Aecn4/s72-c/26886376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-4576019332085514516</id><published>2007-03-29T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:46:21.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A SNOWY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RgwzmCd98II/AAAAAAAAAA8/lt8lm9mmklA/s1600-h/winterroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RgwzmCd98II/AAAAAAAAAA8/lt8lm9mmklA/s400/winterroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047466010966093954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-4576019332085514516?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/4576019332085514516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=4576019332085514516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4576019332085514516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/4576019332085514516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/03/snowy-day.html' title='A SNOWY DAY'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RgwzmCd98II/AAAAAAAAAA8/lt8lm9mmklA/s72-c/winterroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-2622623654284124702</id><published>2007-03-29T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:39:57.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RgwyCSd98HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R_igBdWSlWk/s1600-h/room5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RgwyCSd98HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R_igBdWSlWk/s400/room5_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047464297274142834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2622623654284124702?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2622623654284124702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2622623654284124702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2622623654284124702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2622623654284124702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='WINTER'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-UkHYveUpKw/RgwyCSd98HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R_igBdWSlWk/s72-c/room5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907381030336398957.post-6023965584660200880</id><published>2007-03-29T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:10:40.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO WE SLEEP?</title><content type='html'>when I Logged out of my Hotmail today morning,an article caught my eyes'Why do we sleep?'.I realized how come i haven't thought of it though spent several sleepless nites.I rather preferred taking unisom tablet .I went in search for sleep in google,got lot of contradictory theories,notions etc;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is not an optional enterprise. All mammals do it. So do birds, reptiles, and even fruit flies. It seems rats deprived of sleep apparently die faster than those deprived of food. How we long for a good night's sleep.Why the obsession? And what, exactly, is sleep for?Sleep deprivation is a ruthlessly effective means of torture.Yet the bedrock question—what purpose does sleep serve for us and the rest of the animal kingdom—remains oddly unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping on it, I went in search of some theories.Except that with sleep, as opposed to food, no one knows exactly what the underlying need is. I caught hold of  Robert Stickgold's theory  favoring my ideas about sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stickgold is one of the foremost sleep researchers in the country and has long argued that sleep's crucial function is to boost memory and learning. His theory is that during sleep, the brain evaluates recently learned information and decides what to do with it. In the process, memory consolidation takes place—memories or skills that were acquired during waking are stabilized or enhanced, or perhaps moved to new locations. The brain may also extract patterns and rules from large amounts of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet questions remain.We don't know what the ultimate function of sleep is. But many lines of converging evidence now support the idea that sleep promotes brain plasticity—that is, it reinforces changes in the brain brought about by waking experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Scientists have a lot more to discover abt Sleep.We are lucky enuff that they invented valuable drugs if not INSOMIA kills us.Everyone mite have experienced at least a single sleepless nite or else best example wud be  a scence where Prakash raj In POKIRI is tormented by the SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ppl ,Sleepless nites???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Lunesta,Rozerem that wistfully tell us, "Your dreams miss you." or Unisom under ur physician's supervision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-6023965584660200880?l=vannu.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-1907381030336398957.post-7963737834296146698</id><published>2007-03-29T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:48:17.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The origin Of IRIS</title><content type='html'>My blog is Iris,but why IRIS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any wild guess.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am varuna and my loving hubby's name is ravi.&lt;br /&gt;Varuna:Rain&lt;br /&gt;Ravi: Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varuna+Ravi=IRIS(Proved myself as a Bio student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ,one 'll obeserve the beautiful combo VIBGYOR only when  sun(Ravi) peeps out from the dark clouds while raining(Varuna).All I mean to say is the beauty of my life is Ravi.When he entered my life, my life became a rainbow"IRIS"...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ravi for enduring me and for giving me such a wonderful life.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-7963737834296146698?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/7963737834296146698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=7963737834296146698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7963737834296146698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/7963737834296146698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/2007/03/origin-of-iris.html' title='The origin Of IRIS'/><author><name>Sahasra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513371445640012544</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-1907381030336398957.post-759846255960027086</id><published>2007-03-29T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:36:08.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow-IRIS</title><content type='html'>cherish life,&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's as beautiful as the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-759846255960027086?l=vannu.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-1907381030336398957.post-2194607838442049995</id><published>2007-03-29T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:01:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by viewing other's blogs.I feel sharing our joys and sorrows would comfort us,so thought of expressing my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's  start with one of my most happiest momments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naa happiest moments:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I got 1,2,3 and 9 th ranks for human genetics,biotech,biochem and microbiology respectively in AUCET entrance exams.I was waiting for my results.morning nunchi brush kooda chesukoleedu.some of my pals went to the univ to find results.I was waiting for their call.Madhyalo frnds emo results vachiniya anicall chesi adagadum.Ph ring ayyinappudu alla tension.Ala evening nine ayyindi.kaneesam water kooda tagaleedu podunnunchi.Oka call vachindi,maa ma'am nunchi.Party ekkada ani antunnaru gani,rank cheppevaru kadu.I kno i din't give her my hallticket no.tension perigipothundi.I promised her that i'll take to taj hotel.Then she told me i got 3rd rank in biochem.I was crying,literally.I was choked for few min.Daddy nannu hug chesukunnaru,elopala mummy maa ma'amtho matladaru.(appudu gurthuvachindi i gave my no. to my sir).she asked for other subjects nos.I gave to her.she again called me in 5 mins and told the remaining ranks.Inka frnds calls.But it was unbelievable.I asked my dad to accompany me to the cafe.Mummy emo brush chesukomannaru.Brush chesukuntuntee,maa frnds call chesi confirm chesaru.They told me not to go to cafe as it is already late.But somehow cudn't stop.Next day inka pandagee pandaga.Maa parents facelo aa happiness and pride,Abba really,it is more than billions of $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;2.I cleared my CSIR exam during MSc first yr.Even that was one of my happiest momments next to the above.Dasaraki maa pedamma valla intiki vellam.vachesariki,maa intlo robbery,inka a shock nunchi terukoledu,5 minlo maa frnd call chesindi CSIR 2nd paper clear ayyanani.inka daddy,mummy chala happy mata,inspite of robbery.&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907381030336398957-2194607838442049995?l=vannu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannu.blogspot.com/feeds/2194607838442049995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907381030336398957&amp;postID=2194607838442049995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907381030336398957/posts/default/2194607838442049995'/><link rel='self' 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