<?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-3175156038588628327</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:22:22.648-07:00</updated><category term='mom'/><category term='first'/><title type='text'>My e-diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-2234118270933682625</id><published>2008-10-18T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:14:36.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcamp2 Chennai</title><content type='html'>Today I was there to the first ever barcamp in my life. My friend ramanujam has said a many times to me about barcamp and the great enthusiasm and the knowledge foundation which will exist there. For the first time I experienced it live and I was having the best time learning about many new things. I attended many sessions and really got a good knowledge. The session on making young coders and designers together towards a social cause was the first one and it was a new form of corporate life which they were discussing about. Then I attended sessions on ruby on rails, role of IT in our dream home and then the best of all was the session on Open system mapping. I’m very eager to know about the happenings tomorrow too and I want to go to bed soon so that I don’t miss anything tomorrow. I was filled with so much energy when I was amidst the techie people and I learnt many new things and have started to google on them. Will blog in detail about the event after I come home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-2234118270933682625?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2234118270933682625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=2234118270933682625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/2234118270933682625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/2234118270933682625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/barcamp2-chennai.html' title='Barcamp2 Chennai'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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-3175156038588628327.post-3954914637384703797</id><published>2008-10-17T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:42:33.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision for Career</title><content type='html'>I was never ever in such confusion before. This is the idlest time I’m into now. I completed my engineering in computer science and now sitting simply for the date of joining. I thought this time will just go on and I won’t have any stress or boring time as we used to enjoy the one month leave when we were in college. But we have started feeling that it would be better if we go to college or some where else outside. The toughest job in this world is to be idle and I completely experience it in my day to day life. Though I do a lot of blogging and hang out with friends, play cricket and do all those stuff, it is idleness to the core. I took into considerations many factors like doing a computer course, trying for some other job etc. But nothing seemed to work out.&lt;br /&gt;Till the month of august I was very clear about my future and career. But due to the forcing and compulsion of the people around me to do some higher studies abroad started the confusion. I’m an ultimate patriot and I didn’t want to leave India for any reason. This was the major reason why I didn’t even think about higher studies. But all my fellow mates and my sister kept telling to do higher studies at least in the years to come. The present scenario added fuel to the fire ignited by them.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not getting my date of joining and even after I get my date of joining, I have no chances of a guaranteed career in future. I’m not blaming the companies but the financial crisis which is going on now is making out such situations to arise. I also have a really big dream of starting an orphanage and a home for abandoned and I have put myself the deadline that I should achieve it by the age of 30 at the maximum. But seeing the situation now and the experienced candidates also being removed from the information technology firms, I have no other go than to go for the higher studies. &lt;br /&gt;So I started off with the GRE preparation with my friend suggesting the number2.com and said if you follow it then it is very easy to crack GRE. He also added that it is very difficult to follow it. I already have a poor knowledge in English and my vocabulary is really poor. When I started from beginning I was totally feared about GRE and I stopped the preparation. &lt;br /&gt;Now after a very good analysis and discussion with my experienced friends sriram and kavin, I have decided to take up the GRE and get into some good university for fall 2010. I should also get the money ready for the beginning preparations at least by that time which I’m confident I will. All the things I do are to get my dream satisfied and for that I’m ready to leave my mother India in two years. Sorry mom, not permanently but to establish a caring home in your land. I need all your wishes and your guidance and the constant support from my friends which is one of the greatest boosters for me till date. Just thought of sharing these things going on in my mind and so have did it too. Now I feel lighter, better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-3954914637384703797?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3954914637384703797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=3954914637384703797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3954914637384703797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3954914637384703797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/decision-for-career.html' title='Decision for Career'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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-3175156038588628327.post-6913648799162319137</id><published>2008-09-29T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:41:35.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet with Chinmayi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SODkDS1dSuI/AAAAAAAAAik/IgGY1TfIdiA/s1600-h/DSCN1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SODkDS1dSuI/AAAAAAAAAik/IgGY1TfIdiA/s320/DSCN1562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447910760794850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was the one of the most expected day in my life. I was feeling like floating in the skies as I was all set to meet the sweet voice which very often disturbs me in dream- Chinmayi. It was a great event which I never thought would happen. I just posted a thread in orkut in her community and all of a sudden everyone started replying and finally Chinmayi also accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Harish, Vinod started from tambaram and we were joined by Parthasarathy anna in west tambaram and we started to TVS. From there we went to spencers to get a gift for our super singer and from there we reached Amethyst where the meeting was to be held.&lt;br /&gt;We thought around ten members would be there which would be a decent strength. The people who joined with us: Maha, GaneshPrasad, Ramkumar, Karthik, Vivek, Deepan,Aravind(Innocent soul),Vinayak,Karthik,Ramesh Ram. We had totally 13 members and we waited for some five minutes and then we turned back to see chinmayi coming with here mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we gave the bouquet, she said "what formality is this? I said no, right." But she accepted that one. We introduced ourselves. She already knew our name thro this community. She asked us to order something. We said that we had took our lunch already. She asked us to order something. But all the items in the menu was very new to us. They are with different names. We ordered something wat we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started asking questions. But we have not prepared. We asked the questions whichever came into our mind at that time. I first started. My first quetion "How Rahman Sir identified you and made you to sing in that movie?" She said "Singer Srinivas introduced me to him. I participated in the Sapthaswarangal. Srinivas was the judge then. He took me to Rahman Sir. Rahman Sir made me to sing in that movie? My first song is 'oru theivam thantha poove' from Kannathil muthamittaal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aravind asked "What about Anbulla snegithi in which you had sung a song". She replied "Kannathil muthamittaal was my first song. But Anbulla snehithi released first. When I completed Kannathil muthamittaal, Mani Sir(Director Manirathnam) recommended for that one. Everyone was very eager to meet the person who was recommended by Mani Sir. It was none other than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aravind again asked "You have been committed for the movie Robo as heroine. Is it true?". We laughed together. Chinmayi too laughed with us. She said "Rahman Sir may call me and ask me to sing a song in that movie. I am not the heroine." (While Aravind asked this question, She did not get tensed or did not get angry at all. She replied quietly for this queston. Very kind of her.) (courtesy : Parthasarathy bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard lots of things about the happenings of super singer, the marriage plans for chinmayi from her mom and we had lots of fun kidding her and all felt that we were on cloud nine. Right from the first minute she arrived till she left, she and mom maintained a lovely feel that none of us felt that we were with a celebrity guest. It was like a meeting with a friend and we started asking questions to her and then asked our favorite songs to be sung. Looking forward to meet her at regular intervals in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-6913648799162319137?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6913648799162319137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=6913648799162319137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/6913648799162319137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/6913648799162319137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-with-chinmayi.html' title='Meet with Chinmayi'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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/_XK4da53pABI/SODkDS1dSuI/AAAAAAAAAik/IgGY1TfIdiA/s72-c/DSCN1562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-3476596890860812370</id><published>2008-07-07T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:05:23.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Varanasi Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHILA-aQl5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nFoerg3FZ5c/s1600-h/DSCN1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHILA-aQl5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nFoerg3FZ5c/s320/DSCN1210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220247029456869266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHOME%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;varanasi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; last month and I was back to Chennai on 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of this month. Fifteen days there was awesome with great time roaming in almost all the streets of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;varanasi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; with my cousin brother. I have my grandfather, my uncle and his family there. I was with my mom there after ten years and so we were totally there to enjoy. As the beginning of the outing plans, first I visited the birla temple which is inside the world famous banaras Hindu university and there I had a nice milk shake with my brother. I almost had all the places visited there and nearly it was daily outing near or far, but all together gave loads of fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHIUclHHWZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xv7k0fF2Zac/s1600-h/DSCN1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHIUclHHWZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xv7k0fF2Zac/s320/DSCN1197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220257399306672530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The places I visited include kasi viswanathar temple, Devi Annapurani temple, Shri kalabairavar temple, the worldwide traditional Buddha temples at Sarnatha, Ganga river(gangaji), nook and corner of the renowned Benaras Hindu University and many other small temples in and around my grandpa’s house there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The place is not so remote as I thought it would be. It has developed a lot and the place as a entire one to say is having pilgrimage feel in such places and other places are very modern only. I can rarely find girls in chudis! “Great development”!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The times I was there in my grandpa’s house, the schedule is as follows: Wake up at 7 a.m, have a good conversation with my grandpa regarding all topics that would come under the sky and then tasting the hot coffee, going through the news papers, take bath by ten or so, eat by 10.30. Here I have to stop to say a lot about my aunt’s preparation as she made special meals not for the first or second day but for all the fifteen days. Koftha, paneer masala, aloo tikki and a sweet everyday! I had my bellies filled 24/7. Then I will go upstairs with my brother to continue the morning sleep till two or so. Then my brother will have a great game of badminton (not really great, but felt good to play it after a long time). There was a gang of youngsters to accompany in the game but they proved to be Kedis at the young age and moreover the language problem was also there. So we planned the outings in the evening so that we can go out and have great time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHIMenOKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wuqkt_rS8x4/s1600-h/DSCN1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHIMenOKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wuqkt_rS8x4/s320/DSCN1338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220248638139819922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t even think that there would be a bigger mall than city centre in that place. I’m not saying city center as a great one, but to see a mall bigger than that at &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;varanasi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was amazing. It also had a multiplex in it and I watched “Mere baap, pehle aap” and it was a great one as the movie starred genelia. The story was old but the screenplay was cool. After the movie my uncle got me a jeans. The race vehicle which helped me and my cousin to go all around &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;varanasi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is “Sunny”. The great vehicle which really cried to move on the roads was of good use to roam. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were many unknown relatives who became familiar in this trip. I had the chance to write tamil poems on two occasions one for my uncle’s silver jubilee anniversary and one for the marriage &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHILrilqDVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aIhDShkTG4A/s1600-h/DSCN1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHILrilqDVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aIhDShkTG4A/s320/DSCN1418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220247760722857298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of "my latest Sister Sangeetha akka".My wishes once again for her new life (Anyway i will go for the marriage and have full treat...thats different :D). We had kutchery sessions in the evenings, mimicry samples and lots of small talks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard many stories from my grandpa which I missed in my childhood and also some political secrets which he knew, he shared. I also had the chance to go through the history of Pandit Madan Mohan Malaviya which is going to come as a book written by my grandpa. Even at this age he does all his works on his own and writes books often. He can be taken as the source of inspiration for dedication and hard work. As an overall one it was a great trip and my cousin was in tears when we were leaving and so he made all our hearts heavy when we left. I boarded the train on 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; and was back to Chennai on 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. A great place to visit and my mom is also so happy to be in her birthplace after ten years, me too! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-3476596890860812370?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3476596890860812370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=3476596890860812370' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3476596890860812370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3476596890860812370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/varanasi-trip.html' title='Varanasi Trip'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SHILA-aQl5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nFoerg3FZ5c/s72-c/DSCN1210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-7295144392375324829</id><published>2008-06-08T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:12:08.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far...this holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SE0yKkGa6jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-cuUPBZyGVk/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SE0yKkGa6jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-cuUPBZyGVk/s320/DSC01565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209875501008218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SEzMWsrvwuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aYxGURYR6H4/s1600-h/DSCN0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SEzMWsrvwuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aYxGURYR6H4/s320/DSCN0835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763559284654818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been so long I posted in this web diary of mine. The main problem is the obvious one which keeps saying me, “don’t put computer for more than a hour, virus will come.” Beyond that only I’m sitting in my computer and making my posts and chatting with friends online, possible. So I would like to post the happenings in a gist with the brief description so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My exams ended on 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; may and the same day I started to veerabandi(theni) with my friends to witness the thiruvizha which we have been waiting for so long. The complete shift of the place from the looks which we witnessed last time made us realize the zeal of the festival. We had loads of fun there roaming in the thiruvizha in the night time watching the bike and car show and eating all possible stuff around. The next day we went to arun’s thoppu to have nungu. We ate so much that we got our bellies filled. From there we went to bath in running water which wasn’t so good this time due to the heavy crowd. Then the next day we went with our family to the thoppu and cooked and ate there. It was a great experience sitting in a grove and eating with rain drops falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The final day we decided to go to kodaikanal the queen of hill stations. So we bid adieu to our family and then we left for kodailkanal. There we had lots of fun going to all the tourist places for the entire day &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We came back to Chennai on 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; morning. (&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/maheshg1"&gt;FOR PHOTOS CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was those two days when we found our juniors so responsible. It was because of the tata consultancy services on campus recruitment process. We went as volunteers and it was great to see most of our juniors doing well in the interview process. Though the result overall wasn’t the number expected, it was a happy occasion to see our juniors getting into the company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; may I went to satyam cinemas with my school friends to watch Chronicles of narnia prince Caspian. It was a different day amidst the normal schedule of going to friends house and watching movies there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next one was in the successive day, the outing with our college friends to city centre and inox to watch santosh subramaniyam for the second time…boo hoo…but we had a nice time criticizing each and every part of the film. Then we came out and had lunch at the food court and till that moment we were enjoying with normal heads and the news of the results injected tension in our heads. Though we were so relaxed in the last semester, when it came to the results it was terror only. Everyone had their own reaction for the result and then we had a great time in the fun world and then we moved to marina beach. There we all played with kites symbolizing our completion of degree. It was a great day after a long gap with our college friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/maheshg2"&gt;(FOR PHOTOS CLICK HERE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next one was the best one in this holiday. The interview process at Sutherland which made me clear as what I have to do in these holidays. The call centre culture and the over strict rules made me decide not to go to part time or so. It was a two day period on 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; which made me clear as what I have to do in this holiday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was &lt;st1:date year="2008" day="1" month="6"&gt;june 1,2008&lt;/st1:date&gt; and it was sarathys brothers marriage on that day. We all moved to the hall by evening and we had great time there meeting friends from almost all the departments. The dinner was brilliant with a new sweet chipoori and buffet for ice cream were the plus points of the dinner menu. The day ended with a bribe to the traffic police for samba not having the license.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then came june 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; which was the day which we all waited thinking we can make the reception fun with our dance and others. We got ethnic uniform of paijama kurtha and we all assembled there by 7. Me and sid were there for the marriage also which was more fun due to the presence of the “Vathiyar-the man” who made the morning session fun filled and also descriptive and informative. But in the reception the light music group had a melody list and we had a last laugh by dancing for the last song which was special request of jackpot kushboo…i.e kavin preethi who looked the previously mentioned name on that day…(in dressing sense alone). Then as it was too late to come back home, I stayed at vijay’s house and came home the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday, 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; june we had a get together with our school friends after a really long gap. It was like a breeze over the school memories and it was a great time to see friends whom I haven’t seen for the past four years. We had a great time. For more info on yesterdays outing,&lt;a href="http://ssvharish.blogspot.com/2008/06/12d-meet.html"&gt; click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank god that I have got lots of friends so that they are making it possible to spend the holidays happily escaping the sui ki situation and there are many other plans for the days to come. So holidays…no more boring one!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-7295144392375324829?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7295144392375324829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=7295144392375324829' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/7295144392375324829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/7295144392375324829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-farthis-holiday.html' title='So far...this holiday'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/SE0yKkGa6jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-cuUPBZyGVk/s72-c/DSC01565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-3474775396898850056</id><published>2008-04-11T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:23:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I had the occasion of marking twenty one years of my existence in this world adhan ennoda porandha naal. I went to all my friend’s home on their birthdays and had a nice hearty meal and good celebration there. So I was thinking to put a shamiana in my mottai maadi and invite all friends with the specialty of my mom’s preparation. But all the plan was spoiled due to the reason which you all know. So I was in search of a location to invite all my friends to celebrate. Bhaabi and sid came out with the location sponsor and I chose the latter one as bhaabi had some work in morning. So the location was fixed and all the regular members were invited. Some of them said that they would be from the morning and some said they would join in the evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the day started with birthday wishes from friends through mobile and wishes from my parents. I got five hundred rupees from dad for giving treat and then I prayed to God for a good year ahead and then had the super meal by my mom and started to tambaram as vijay said he would take me in the bike. The bike travel was the ultimate comedy. To go to west mambalam we visited teynampet and we came back to gunidy and then went to mambalam. Poor city side knowledged fellows myself and vj so we had no other go. Finally we reached sid house and it was kapathu in front of sid house just entering. So we started chatting and I gave the chakkari pongal which I bought from home. We were then joined by prasi and samba, satish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The terror for vj started there. We kalasified him to the core. Finally the panel decided not to kalasify him anymore. And then we had the cake cutting and to mention it was a decent one. And then we started to komalas which was chosen as the place to give the treat. Bhaabi,raja and sadesh joined us there. To mention about the hotel…”DON’T GO THERE”! The pulav was the ultimate comedy there. But I think I gave a sumaar treat… sorry for that people. Will make a better one within the next birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we started to the bezant nagar beach and we were joined by juniors lux, Deepak and bala. We had a nice game of catch-n-catch( a different one adopted for Bessie beach) and then MUDUGU puncture..really I got my back punctured. Then after having a round of ice creams we departed from there. I reached home by 9 and that is the only reason I couldn’t go to thiruttani today to sd house as scheduled. Sorry sd for not coming today, will surely come another day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The birthday was a great day of fun and enjoyment. Thanks to all those who made it and also thanks to those who wished through phone and messages. Do stay in touch for the years to come too. I was so happy to receive wishes from hod mam and prem sir too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S: Really sorry for the poor treat…. It is still pricking…will make a better one within the next birthday..promise! And makkale inime vj ya kalasa koodadhu!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-3474775396898850056?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3474775396898850056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=3474775396898850056' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3474775396898850056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3474775396898850056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday celebration!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-7763798086237398717</id><published>2008-03-26T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:55:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CUP OF JOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zqXTj4T-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6KuHU3W4lfg/s1600-h/DSC_7398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zqXTj4T-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6KuHU3W4lfg/s400/DSC_7398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182774957305253858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zpNzj4T9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/DAjL0GBNLaM/s1600-h/DSC_7312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zpNzj4T9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/DAjL0GBNLaM/s400/DSC_7312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182773694584868818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zoeDj4T8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hP_fnt6uWSU/s1600-h/DSC_7230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zoeDj4T8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hP_fnt6uWSU/s400/DSC_7230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182772874246115266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zmQDj4T5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dk-bZP-KSok/s1600-h/DSC_7397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zmQDj4T5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dk-bZP-KSok/s400/DSC_7397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182770434704691090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zlqDj4T4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/l5FEifxM7tM/s1600-h/DSC_7396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zlqDj4T4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/l5FEifxM7tM/s400/DSC_7396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182769781869662082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday marked the best day in the lives of each and every student of the computer sciecne department of our college. This was the dream of our team for the past four years and we achieved it this time. Yes.. CSE won the overall cup amidst internal politics. The offstage events were over before itself and the standings before the start of the onstage events were as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;ECE-92, EEE-90 and CSE – 88&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were so strong in dance with choreography of leo Tolstoy one of our seniors. But the variety and adzap had the last minute preparation as usual ;). The variety got third place and we won the first place in adzap. The deserved winners of dance team won the first place. The final standings were ECE completed as runners and we emerged as WINNERS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the most clear win ever in the history of sairam. The junior boys and girls and also friends of our batch proved themselves both in the team and in the crowd. The way they shouted and cheered for us reflected in their voices which were deep inside by the evening. We all were in the skies and after winning the overall cup we ran together with the cup on seeing which all the other departments felt that we deserved to win.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The happiest day ever in my life where the dream of the overall cup came true! Though there was lots of politics and lots of confusions in the mark allotments was there we emerged as the winners. The moment when they announced the results of the onstage events was so enthusiasm filled and we were experiencing the happiest moment of our lives when we confirmed that we were the winners. The cultural team requires a big round of applause and on my behalf I congratulate all the members of the cultural team which includes each and every member of the department.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we had the light music where each and every one danced till the last calorie of their body is burnt. The last song Mustafa Mustafa made us feel the departure slightly but it was a great feel altogether.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, on behalf of the cultural team I dedicate this CUP to the DEPARTMENT CRICKET TEAM who made their best efforts to make it this time but missed it slightly. A happy day to end the college life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-7763798086237398717?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7763798086237398717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=7763798086237398717' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/7763798086237398717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/7763798086237398717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/cup-of-joy.html' title='THE CUP OF JOY!!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R-zqXTj4T-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6KuHU3W4lfg/s72-c/DSC_7398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-353325379652482899</id><published>2008-01-19T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:41:31.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theni- The lifetime experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IQ_hy6-lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yige8Rib4zA/s1600-h/Picture+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IQ_hy6-lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yige8Rib4zA/s400/Picture+424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157203206882392658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have experienced true love, affection, adventure, friendship, thrill and enjoyment for the past four days. Yes. All this was possible due to the trip to theni. We went to Arun’s house to celebrate the pongal festival. The experiences which we had are something which is so close to our hearts. Village always rocks in its way of treating the people with respect and guests as their family members. Right from day 1 till yesterday night till we boarded the bus it was ultimate affection and care which was always there from arun’s family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 1- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="14" month="1"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  January, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We reached theni by 7.20 in the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IR8xy6-mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YWAGNtHQiyc/s1600-h/DSCN1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IR8xy6-mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YWAGNtHQiyc/s320/DSCN1801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157204259149380194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morning and from there we reached Veerabandi by 7.40. We took a auto and reached to aruns house. We kept our bags in the room allocated for us in first floor and then we did our morning jobs and then came down and got the intro procedures done. We planned that day to go to suruli falls and so we started to suruli falls by 10.30. We reached Suruli falls by 1. We thought of kulichifying in the lower falls but all guys wanted to go to the upper falls and so we trekked to the upper falls. Such a great place to be! There was so much fungus there in the rocks that we were sliding every now and then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There happened the worst incident of the tour. Some other group of people came to kulichufy there and one man slipped in the fungus and pushed me too. I totally missed my balance and fell right on his head. His eye got hit in a stone and the skin peeled off. All of us got terrified. So we came down in an hour and in the lower falls we had a great bath for an hour. Then we came down and had the tamarind rice which we took from arun’s house. First impression of aruns mom was that tamarind rice and that proved to be best! We came back home by 6 o clock in the evening. Then we experienced the delicious meals by arun’s mom assisted by his sister aarthy. A great day to begin the trip! Then we went to the maadi room and dozed off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 2- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="15" month="1"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  January, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We woke up by 8 in the morning and it was the day of pongal and we thought that there would be pongal celebrations and all. But then we came to know that in villages Maatu pongal is more special than pongal and that all will keep pongal on the day of maatu pongal only. So we all went to have a game of cricket there and we had a broken bat and so we were forced to put a match with the local team. We won the first one and lost the second. Then we came back and had the lunch. Then we planned to go to the periyaar(big river) to bath. Vijay,myself and sano weren’t in a mood to bath there. But after seeing the flowing river we also went in. Satish tried some of the fashion tv shots with vijay. We were enjoying in the water making some formations and catch-catch game for nearly three hours. Then myself and sano came out before all and we were sitting near the temple. But all of them didn’t come via that route and we both came home after being chased by dogs nearly an hour after they had reached. Then we went to the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5ITLhy6-oI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QMy-4Rkvqkg/s1600-h/DSCN1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5ITLhy6-oI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QMy-4Rkvqkg/s320/DSCN1928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157205612064078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Karupannasamy temple” who is the family deity for them and there we offered pongal to Karuppannasamy and then we all had a round of pongal there. Then we went to watch the “Kabaddi match” which was going on there. The commentary which was there was ultimate and it was perfect example of what is called “gramathu kusumbu”. Then we came back home, ate and slept. It was appu the rajapalayam dog which woke up all of us daily. We miss him too!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 3- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="16" month="1"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="16" month="1"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;  January, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We planned to go to thekkadi on that day, but aruns dad told that only boating was there at thekkadi and that too not so good as it used to be in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5ITqRy6-pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EHsrHrjFJQY/s1600-h/DSCN1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5ITqRy6-pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EHsrHrjFJQY/s320/DSCN1948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206140345055890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the season times. So we changed our plan and we went to the thoppu of arun. It was a tough way with marshy one way sand roads and when we reached there we could see arun’s grandfather who is 85 years of age but still firmly working in the fields. He came there and he chiseled off the tender coconuts and gave it to us. The sweetest tender coconut you could imagine of! After having stomach full of tender coconuts and a small visit around the thottam-thuravu of arun we went into the coconut grove and had a nice sleep for an hour. Then we came back home and had our lunch. By 6, it was the most awaited event- the pongal keeping ceremony. We changed our costumes and were ready to shout “Pongalo pongal”. But the full verse was a different one as follows,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IUPBy6-qI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3qQb4t9myZ4/s1600-h/DSCN1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IUPBy6-qI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3qQb4t9myZ4/s320/DSCN1980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206771705248418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“Pongalo pongal, paal paanai pongal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IVHBy6-rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qcInbM8Xfvw/s1600-h/DSCN1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IVHBy6-rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qcInbM8Xfvw/s400/DSCN1985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157207733777922738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Patti peruga, paatha kannu vedikka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Noyum piniyum theruvodu poga”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after the pongal here we went to have a second round of pongal in aruns uncle’s house. There too we had a good time with the pongal and sugarcane. All the four days we had sugarcanes in our hands and our mouths chewing them. By that time, we were so close to arun’s family members and we came back home by ten and had our dinner and we dozed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day 4- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="17" month="1"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  January, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of them were saying us not to go, but we all were in a plan to start that evening. Arun’s brother said that we can go to “vaigai dam” on that day. So we started to vaigai dam and we had a nice time hanging out there and all of them revisited their childhood by going in the park fun rides. Then we came back by 3 to arun’s home. We were really out of energy and we had a great meal(veg and non veg separately). Then arun’s mom showed us the photo album which she hadn’t even shown to her relatives. Arun’s sister got all our address and birthdays written in her diary. We then witnessed the “JALLIKATTU” where the temple bull, mr.karuppu proved to be the most devastating bull of the event. We had a family photograph with all the members of arun’s family…no…our family. Then we started by 6 from his house. All of them came with us till the bus stand and arun’s father came till theni and was t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IV2Ry6-sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1i_Uyv-9NUU/s1600-h/DSCN2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R5IV2Ry6-sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1i_Uyv-9NUU/s320/DSCN2058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157208545526741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here waving his hands till the bus left from his eyesight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are just the happenings which can be expressed. Beyond these we gained a new family for us. A brother, a sister and loving parents for us in theni welcoming us always is there for us now. Friendship has beautiful things like this which no other thing in this world can bring. All should realize this as a matter of fact. Thanks ARUN for this scintillating experience and for opening us towards a loving family. We are going to go once again in the month of may as there will be thiruvizha in the temple there. So expecting the month of may and still I’m not out of the village of veerabandi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“Kalloori enna thandhadhu, kanmoodi paarthal puriyudhu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Verum kalvi mattumalla, kanavu mattumalla, KANGAL KALANGA VAIKKUM URAVUGAL”. Its true…its true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-353325379652482899?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/353325379652482899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=353325379652482899' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/353325379652482899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/353325379652482899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/theni-lifetime-experience.html' title='Theni- The lifetime experience!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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/_XK4da53pABI/R5IQ_hy6-lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yige8Rib4zA/s72-c/Picture+424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-3147153031816870999</id><published>2007-12-29T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:44:47.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapathu house hunt!</title><content type='html'>Today we had one more nice hang out at our saviours place- Kapathu’s house. Today the star of the day is her mom who has joined the elite panel of “SUPER SAAPADU” along with my mom and cyber mom. As kapathu had driving class she told to come after 12. So I started from home by 11. I got into the usual 5A bus and as usual sidharth picked me up near the subway and we both reached her house by 12.15. We had some vetti talks going on as I was copying the films which I took there for kapathu. By half an hour we were joined by the gang containing members, Samba, satish, vijay,raja, ragavendran and ramanujam. We had two rounds of masal vadais as the preliminary round of our meal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z3vxy6-cI/AAAAAAAAADg/FNAAAfMaO7k/s1600-h/DSCN1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z3vxy6-cI/AAAAAAAAADg/FNAAAfMaO7k/s320/DSCN1547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149434886649215426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then by 2 we sat to have our meal. The THALAI VAAZHAI ILAI SAAPADU with the following menu- &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; paku, palkova, paruppu usili, urulai kari, kadamba sambar, thakkali rasam, thayir and appalam.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z5Axy6-eI/AAAAAAAAADw/8cJSqykeI6Q/s1600-h/DSCN1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z5Axy6-eI/AAAAAAAAADw/8cJSqykeI6Q/s320/DSCN1546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436278218619362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we all settled down in the sofa and had a nice hearing to the songs in kapathus music system starting from old songs till billa. As a matter of fact we moved to the computer room. There we had a nice burst out laughter session talking about the cool happenings and interesting facts on sadesh. In meanwhile we were talking about blog but kapathu understood nothing and so we changed the topic and so we had all the topics that we could talk on and the session went on with ultimate fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z4KRy6-dI/AAAAAAAAADo/4Ea9C8glJGI/s1600-h/DSCN1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z4KRy6-dI/AAAAAAAAADo/4Ea9C8glJGI/s320/DSCN1568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149435341915748818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had one more round of horlicks and coffee. Then by 6 we all started from there to their respective places. On the whole, the day was a filling one for both the belly and mind. Nice to have such sessions often and looking forward for many more such get togethers in this semester as this is our last sem to make all these done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-3147153031816870999?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3147153031816870999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=3147153031816870999' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3147153031816870999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3147153031816870999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/kapathu-house-hunt.html' title='Kapathu house hunt!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/R3Z3vxy6-cI/AAAAAAAAADg/FNAAAfMaO7k/s72-c/DSCN1547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-4692618359992369270</id><published>2007-12-18T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:10:36.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANKARA TERRORS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here comes the list of terror actions done by us in our school days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Eleventh standard:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We      used to keep the sundal which we get as prasadham under bala so that it      smashes and sticks to bench as a paste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We      sprinkled ink on each other and I went with ink in all parts of my face      and shirt out of the computer class without permission to wash it off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Vijay      and visu kept a sharp pencil just before I was to sit. It went deep so      that tears came out of my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I went      out for the consecutive third time in maths period for saying that      rajaganapathy has lost his bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I      holded dinesh in his neck and lifted him so that he was suffocating. It      was my reaction to his severe blows on me with the bench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Hari      dragged sesha in the floor and pushed him on to the steel bench for sesha      beating hari with chalk piece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sri      ganesh ran inside the class as he feared that mam would have heard him      scolding her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;V.N.Vinodh      took my pen and wrote some stupid stuff in bharath’s shirt which made him      to go till vice principal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Krishna&lt;/st1:place&gt;      kumar and dinesh got caught red handed for scolding Michael Jackson and      rajinikant respectively using family bad words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      entire class stood for an hour for not doing the so called silent prayer      during maths period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Chemistry      mam* asked me to be polite against the lab assistant because that day      morning I scolded the lab assistant thinking that it was some other friend      beating me from backside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Please add on if you can remember any more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Twelfth Standard: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There are lots of galattas of us in twelfth standard. I will just post whatever I can remember.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      entire class went out for not putting English class work notebook except      very few in the class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We      narrowly escaped the sudden raid on the day of India Australia match when      we brought radios and cell phones to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sesha      and I was caught during English period when mam was teaching “ode on      Grecian urn” for which I samalichufied saying I was talking about ancient      sculptures of madambakkam temple nearby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sriganesh      was caught by mam as a reaction to haris complaint that sriganesh was      trying to copy from him during exam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Chemistry      mam told rajaganapathy that his way of looking at her doesn’t look nice.      It was actually his looks with half sleepy eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;V.N.Vinodh,      sriganesh and myself were caught for copying from a bit for which we went      till principal and escaped with no punishment for us but with a -5 for      sriganesh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;In the      same bit incident, sriganesh made chemistry mam to cry by tearing off the      bit which she collected from us so that she kept on seaching.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ramakrishna      siva asked our chemistry mam the actual use of urinary antiseptic and      where it is used. Mam remarked just to study for the sake of two marks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;V.N.Vinodh      did all drama which he can do for not allowing chemistry mam to take      classes on the last day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Hari &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;haran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;      broke bharaths nose for bharath calling hari with family names and the      ultimate comedy is that when we went to the doctor in our school he kept a      thermometer in bharaths mouth and said that temperature was normal. Later      only he saw the bleeding and gave medicine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Saravanan      of 12c went to the doctor as he fell down when playing. When the doctor      said that he will put an injection he said the doctor to just make the      bleeding stop and that he will put injection in a good doctors clinic. The      doctor went to peak tension!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Hari      said that his parents would kill him when maths mam said to bring a letter      from his parents for not putting the class work and failing in unit test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sriganesh      shouted in the middle of the class to mam saying that “hari is calling me      with family names”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Vijay      Krishnan got caught red handed when he was laughing hiding back bala. Mam      saw it from an angle and told vijay and co to go out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Vijay      Krishnan&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;got caught in a small      matter for which he hid himself under the bench&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sesha      called Deepak with the name “NIRMI” by kalasing him with a girl of next      class so deeply that our computer science mam asked Deepak has he changed      his name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Please add the ones which I left out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;- IT      was chemistry mam who experienced most of the terrors. Some cannot be put      here as the censor board will cut those. We were so terror that she cried      aloud to Deepak during the closing days saying always she is the &lt;st1:place&gt;Bali&lt;/st1:place&gt;      aadu. It was me, vinodh.v.n and sriganesh who were in the hit list.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mam willnot take the lessons unless we      three come to the first bench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sweet      memories! You too can post some of your sweet school memories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-4692618359992369270?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4692618359992369270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=4692618359992369270' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/4692618359992369270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/4692618359992369270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/sankara-terrors.html' title='SANKARA TERRORS!!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-3420277355102932643</id><published>2007-12-13T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:21:54.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSV- The beginning of terror!!</title><content type='html'>It was SSV which turned me to what I’m now. It was the first day in Sri Sankara Vidyalaya(SSV). I was sitting in the last bench and oolai(rajesh) came and told me to go and sit in front. I refused for which he scolded me in a bad word and immediately I went and complained to our class teacher. She laughed and said that those were common and not to complain such things. The ultimate comedy was I got caught for speaking bad words the next week. It was the same teacher and she couldn’t control her laughter and so I escaped!&lt;br /&gt;During the eight standard, Shafeeq was my best friend. The very first year at SSV was full of KALAIs and when we were standing in the assembly, one of my classmates pointed to a boy in the next row and said his name was S.Sriram and not to talk to him as he will use ultimate abuse language. Ha ha… Time does the work. Today Sriram is one of my closest friends and the boy who told me so is not found in the city today.&lt;br /&gt;The tradition of Sitadevi continued in SSV where I had friends from all classes and the I.V which we went to Pondichery brought us closer.&lt;br /&gt;It was in the ninth standard where actually I remember nothing other than the stupid magic show which we went. It was a year where nothing specific happened. Anybody please add up nice incidents of ninth standard.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the terror sprouting out. Tenth standard! It was me, seshadri and r.s.arun who were sitting in the bench behind the last bench of girls. We will have chalkpiece wars and fulltime enjoyment in kalasifying our English madam, Mrs. Saroja Seshadri. Once she told sesha, “Mr.Seshadri, please go out of the class” for which he replied “ok,mrs.seshadri”. She got stunned and told him to sit. The F***ing girls of first bench started a story that last bench boys(i.e ourselves) and last bench girls are in love with eachother. Sesha scolded with all the bad words possible. And I did a master plan to cut the telephone line of the girl who started such a rumour. I made her to ask sorry and then after a long time of four months I made her telephone line to work. Thanks to my fathers colleague in Chennai telephones.&lt;br /&gt;We completed our tenth standard with complete kalais and we stepped into our eleventh. This was the greatest terror of all times I have witnessed so far. The class strength plays a major role here. There were 38 boys and 10 girls. I joined the company of great members like V.N.Vinodh, Visweswaran, Sundar, Praveen*, krishnakumar*, Sri ganesh, Pambist(sriram), vijay Krishnan, S.Sriram, balakrishnan, narayanan, shankar, srivatsan,dinesh and so on. The * ed members remained silent and were padips. The remaining members somehow contributed to the terror in the class. Bala was the frequent target of us under whom we will keep the sundal given during birthday of sankarachariyar. &lt;br /&gt;Our frequent targets were our beloved chemistry teacher, Ms. Latha and our maths teacher Ms.Rajeshwari a.k.a akka balli(sister lizard). Ms. Latha experienced the toughest time in her life with our batch for two years that she cried at the end of twelth standard. As there are lots of incidents in our school days which can be mentioned on and on, I will post all mischievous activities as a separate post! The next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-3420277355102932643?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3420277355102932643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=3420277355102932643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3420277355102932643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/3420277355102932643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/ssv-beginning-of-terror.html' title='SSV- The beginning of terror!!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</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-3175156038588628327.post-4089854553885777527</id><published>2007-12-06T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:34:33.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next phase of my life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends are the real supporters in our course of life. I am gifted with great friends right from my birth. From my birth till my kinter garden classes, my sister was my only friend. As far as I remember I never went out to play with the kids next door or so. I always stayed indoor playing with my loving and caring mom and sister and I still remember the small games which we used to play. My sister is seven years older than me but she will accompany me like a kid. Once when I slipped from the from the first floor and rolled down the steps at my age of three, my sister hugged me and puffed the bleedings with her cloth and I still have the snap in my mind of my sister crying like anything. She is the right example for the tirukkural,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father is a strict person and never allowed the small basic privileges of a child. It was my sister who along with my mom will buy cardboards and golden papers and do sangu, chakram and put raja vesham for me to make me happy when I was in depress. Till date, my sister remains as my best friend ever and she is role model for me in many things when it comes to the outside world. She is courageous, foolish at many times but is a girl with the determination to complete a task if taken no matter how tough it is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then when I entered the school, my first best friend was prasanna who wept when I told I’m going to leave the school during first standard. It was in Vivekananda vidyalaya where I did my kinter garden classes and first standard. It was a surprise for me when I met him in eleventh standard joining my school. But we didn’t have many conversations as he had his own circle around and I had mine. But still we remain good friends and he is my first ever friend!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I joined sitadevi garodia school which is located in east tambaram. I can mention all the names of those who studied in that school as my friends because I had all good people around me. Seniors, juniors and friends from all sections of my year were good friends to me! But there will always be a gang formed which will remain closer and it was also there for me. Sudarshan, ajay venkatesh, P.T.B. Chandrasekar and myself were one gang which was involved in all kalai activities. P.t.b and myself got caught in a case for kalasifying drawing sir. It was ajay who gave me company in the biggest encounter of mine so far to meet the school’s principal for using bad words to scold “a music girl”. Actually we don’t knew the meaning and we just used it as it is! ARIYADHA VAYASU! It was the end of seventh standard and end of sitadevi school for me! I cried aloud to get my request of studying in the same school done. But it was of no use. Though it is eight years down the lane, I still have good contacts with my friends of that school. Thanks to the locality factor too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got into SRI SANKARA VIDYALAYA!!.... The terror begins…to be continued!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-4089854553885777527?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4089854553885777527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=4089854553885777527' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/4089854553885777527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/4089854553885777527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/next-phase-of-my-life.html' title='Next phase of my life!!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-481929010713825056</id><published>2007-09-14T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:11:18.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>My MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/Ruq_oC875HI/AAAAAAAAACs/RIt3dJMoCls/s1600-h/DSCN0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/Ruq_oC875HI/AAAAAAAAACs/RIt3dJMoCls/s400/DSCN0757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110107421913375858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The best friend for me in life is my mom. I and my sister don’t know what good things we did in the previous birth to get such a loving and caring mom. You can ask that all moms are caring and loving only and what so special in my case? I will say that my mom will be the only lady to have the worstest experiences ever which if experienced by any other would have turned them mad or run away. Well, I don’t want to talk about those in this post.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To say as the plus and minus of my mom there is very few on the latter one. To say on the pluses, first I will mention her ultimate love and caring. She has spent many sleepless nights in fanning me and my sister during power-cuts and what to say when any of us is sick? Even the trained nurses wouldn’t look after in such a way as my mom does. It is not only for me and my family members, but for any person whom she decides to help she helps in such a way that no one else is required to look after&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/Ruq_Mi875GI/AAAAAAAAACk/yvHayFaCR-g/s1600-h/DSCN0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/Ruq_Mi875GI/AAAAAAAAACk/yvHayFaCR-g/s400/DSCN0788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110106949466973282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dynamic mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As her second plus I would say her great skill in cooking. I hope I don’t want to explain this as all my friends will tell about this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;To talk about her pluses we can keep talking on and on. There is something that words cannot express and should be felt. She is such a patient, innocent and at the same time a brilliant lady that she has come over all the hurdles in her life. She says that she is a coward and fit for nothing. But no one will accept her saying and this thing I will say as her minus. She keeps telling that she is ignorant and even when she gets the smallest percentage of anger; she says that she gets anger so much which is a bad habit of hers. But when compared to ours it will not at all come into the category of getting angry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;She is a M.A in philosophical sciences and she is a great veena player and a very good singer. Bachelors of Veena and music from the esteemed Banaras Hindu University (BHU). She was so good that her veena master gave his own veena to my mom as a token of appreciation. She completed B.Lib from the same university and she secured the FIRST RANK in WORLD LEVEL Bhagavat gita examination. She worked in BHU library and discontinued the job after marriage. Not only that job but all the achievements went off after marriage. Still the job is vacant and the reason which the person in charge told that they couldn’t find a replacement for my mom in terms of honesty and goodwill. What a great praise! No…it is the fact. As far as I know, she is the best woman in this world and obviously most credits goes to my grandpa and grandma in bringing up such a great person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;If my mom had been brave enough to go on full fledged development of her skills I bet she would be in great fame now. But all is for good only. If that had been the case she couldn’t have been as close to us as what she is now. In a summary, my mom is a 57 year old kid and all she knows is love, care, affection and goodwill and above all GOD! She trusts Him so much and this has made me also baktimaan. There are many things which happened to my mom in her post-marriage life. Many terror things which are more terror than what is shown in a worst torture featuring Tamil films. But beyond all that she shines. And that’s my mom!! I love you mom...soooooooooo much……and if I have a next birth I should be your dad or mom to show in return...But I’m sure that I can never ever be like you. YOU ARE INCOMPARABLE MOM! Even GOD is inferior to you in many ways as far as I’m concerned. I hope He too will accept it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-481929010713825056?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/481929010713825056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=481929010713825056' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/481929010713825056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/481929010713825056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mom.html' title='My MOM!'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XK4da53pABI/Ruq_oC875HI/AAAAAAAAACs/RIt3dJMoCls/s72-c/DSCN0757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175156038588628327.post-4162476737477074138</id><published>2007-08-26T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:15:18.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>Sunrise or Sunset?</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;                                You all would have been familiar to my blog www.gmahesh.blogspot.com. Many of you told me that the sponsored reviews disturb the actual posts which are to share the most beautiful moments of life. So this blog will be a e-diary of mine with zero sponsored posts and full of my daily experiences and dedicated posts to all my friends. I will try out my googling skills as how far i have understood my friends and people around me. This is a information post. The first post in this blog will be about my loving mom and the second one about my ever-caring sister. Then the posts about friends...Daily experiences will also posted as it happens. Sponsored posts gets money..but these posts give something which could not be expressed. A zephyrix to the mind. So shall we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sponsor freely,&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175156038588628327-4162476737477074138?l=gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4162476737477074138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175156038588628327&amp;postID=4162476737477074138' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/4162476737477074138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175156038588628327/posts/default/4162476737477074138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmaheshdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunrise-or-sunset.html' title='Sunrise or Sunset?'/><author><name>Mahesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681022919021801886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
