<?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-19243625</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:56:54.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hazel eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Suffered exquisite pain and feels extreme pleasure every day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-116710905090946327</id><published>2006-12-26T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:27:30.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know there are some very important memories buried in an old wooden chest in your heart. I am speaking memories of things you wanted to do and habits you wanted to change, people you wanted to thank and others you wanted to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never open up that old wooden chest frequently enough. Hey...what about today? Wouldn't it be a great day to turn some of those memories into action? "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not my thoughts but yeah you can always map your thoughts when you can't give shape to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how it all started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-116710905090946327?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/116710905090946327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=116710905090946327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/116710905090946327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/116710905090946327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-there-are-some-very-important.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113767663796069817</id><published>2006-01-19T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:31:39.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today is the best day for my music quest, I got 3GB of Illayaraja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mp3 songs. Huhhhhh!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I formated my notebook recently and I didn't take backup of my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song collections. Silly, but I was given limited time and priorities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cornered my interest. At last! I got it.  The day went excellent in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to all the songs. I miss Sigaram and an other song from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uyire unnakaga.   Will transform them to CDs when I travel home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;next week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music and books form the major part of my beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Every day is a different page and they can be full of surprises. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;will never know what is next until you turn the page" ~Sidney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the time my mom scolds me for buying cds and books but yeah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always find reasons for stopping her.  I listen only to popular &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;numbers in Hindi  but in English and Tamil there is no limit. Everday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you find something new. I wish to write some posts on the songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I like and the lyrics both in Tamil and English. Let me see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently I started collecting all old compilations, aruna sairam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bharathiar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;songs. I have quiet good collection of AR which I flicked from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one my friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am expecting an other bunch of cds to be dumped on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in coming &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;week. They all enjoy watching me doing this without doing my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;work and ofcourse what is more in life than keeping yourself happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will continue this topic then there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113767663796069817?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113767663796069817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113767663796069817&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113767663796069817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113767663796069817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-best-day-for-my-music-quest-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113704821056390257</id><published>2006-01-12T11:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:45:13.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"All of the early Thanks giving celebrations had one thing in common. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The thanksgiving was directed toward God. It did not matter that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;many had very hard times. The people knew that God was their creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and provider and that all good things ultimately came from Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few days back we were discussing in room about the relation between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pongal and Thanksgiving. We all were introduced to the thanks giving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holidays only when we worked with American nationals. I have a good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;american colleague come friend who was basically mexican origin, we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;used to share a lot about both the traditions and got to know from him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the history of thanks giving and he used to ask me everytime for every&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;festival we celebrate and sometimes he gets confused too. When he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;about pongal, I said boss dont confuse it is nothing but your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanksgiving. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a feeling in me that we share lots of similar practices across &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;culture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;native is a very lovely typical village close to places in tamilnadu where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves to live. My parents moved to a nearby town before I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;born.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;pongal used to be very important than Deepavali. Now things are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;different and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone in our family are busy with their own things. But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this was not the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;same before 6 or 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai onam thethi, we keep pongal in our home and then start to our native. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matu pongal, ullavar thirunal than mukiyamana nale. That time my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grand father was alive and I long for such a life even now. Matu pongal was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much fun for me (ammanimaatu pongal ungaluku thanenu sollareenganu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puriyuthu, but seriousa kathai kellunga), we prepare our farm for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;festival. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annaikuthan matuku, matu vandiku ellam paint adichu appadiye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pottuvechu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;parka allaga irukum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appuram enga thotathula kullaye ollaila &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;oru &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;fence poduvom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fencela adupu ellam set panni, nalla panai ellam paint adichu summa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gumunu irrukum. We also prepare something called thepakulam there, I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont know whether you have heard of itbut it is made with cow dung and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mud (dont say whuhaaaaa, farmers live with everything). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this work used to get over by 3 in the afternoon, appuram vetuku poi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nalla pudhu dress ellam pottu, matu vandila eri periya padaye thotathuku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;povam. Lots of relatives, workers and some poor people in village visit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;us on day, chinna ponnacha ellam ore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;partya than irrukum. Appuram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enga amma athai ellam sernthu pongal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;veipanga, that day they also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prepare that pacha arisi satham and gravy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;with thatapayir and all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vegetables from our farm. First ellathayum kalanthu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;adichu nama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mattu nanbargaluku ellam feed pannuvom. Then we serve for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;relatives and sapatuku appuram than real comedye. That thepakulam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I mentioned anga matayalam verati enga maama ellam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;villayaduvanga, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;cows will go hit that thepakulam, hit each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally they will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;demolish it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maata kushi padutha few people join&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and beat the drums &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sing one song, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;konhcam sathama irrukum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always used stand with my grandfather. Enga moonu mamavum koncham &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;avanga young stagela busya irrupanga, namma avangala disturb &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pannarathu illa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ippa ethellam ethuvum illa, niraya kanavugalum ninaivugalum matum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;irruku.&lt;/span&gt; Now my uncles also moved out. Only once in a year or so, they allow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me to visit that village, ponnunganale koncham kastam than, they all look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at me differently now, pavadai satai ellam pottutu suthitu iruntha ponnu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anjarai adiku nina yaru than nambuvanga. Ippavum enga amma matu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pongal anniku avanga appava ninachu alluvanga,koncham kastamma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;irrukum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namma aasai ellam seekiram entha functiona ellarthodayum enga orrula &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kondadanum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ellorkum iniya pongal nal vazthukal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113704821056390257?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113704821056390257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113704821056390257&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113704821056390257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113704821056390257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-of-early-thanks-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113699086600983778</id><published>2006-01-11T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:54:14.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bought Sidney Sheldon's &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"The Other Side of me"&lt;/span&gt; two weeks back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and took really long time to complete it. Sheldon has written or told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his story in a different style (atleast different from his own style). It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was wonderful to know about him, his greatest tale but remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is interesting only if you are interested to know him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am reading  ludlum's &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"The Tristan betrayal"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just completed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;150 pages&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;of it. So far the story is interesting. I will write more (?) about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it when I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;complete it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I observed that his quotes are really wonderful. I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;n one situation the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;author talks about a treaty that is signed between &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nazis and communist &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and an other time when the hero goes to catch a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;flight where he says &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;about the difference between success and failure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The relevance between the quotes and happenings are just wonderful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hitler offers stalin a piece of paper to sign, a paper that says we are friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our interests coincide, we r partners. But what stalin sees in that treaty is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he wishes to see; a reflection of his ambitions,his hopes, his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aspirations.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Truth is shattered mirror. strewn in myriad bits. each believes his little bit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the whole truth"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dwell on the past, and you'll lose an eye;forget the past and you'll lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;both eyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The difference between success and failure might be as slim as a few seconds"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm, every author is different from other and they are interesting. I started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reading english magazines may be from my final year. I have not read much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I think I can fill in the gaps :). If I start with someone I first complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all possible or available books of the author and then move to the next. Bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;practice but now days I am getting better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought of reading "The class" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;after sidney sheldon's other side but was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little bored with reading segal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;continuously. Before my travel I read man,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;woman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; child, acts of faith. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have to read class and oliver story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me not bore you more... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113699086600983778?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113699086600983778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113699086600983778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113699086600983778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113699086600983778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2006/01/bought-sidney-sheldons-other-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113687787022764844</id><published>2006-01-10T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:33:58.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;With my monday blues wiped off, there is nothing new in my work till&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now and life is peaceful :). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weekend was movie time, had lots of choices but I prefered to watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandai Kozhi. Linguswamy is always known for his influence in work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sandai Kozhi is not more than Anandham and Run but not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;less than &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any other movies of its time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ennaku sivakasi poi, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thulli adikarathula gilli, solli adikarthula &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;blah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;blah... nu vijai padam parka istam illa&lt;/span&gt;. Entha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;expectationume illama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;just wanted to watch a movie and this one didn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;disappoint me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;first patla nalla dance adi irrukar. As he mentioned in his interview &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;anandha vikatan, koncham kala adikadi thookama dance adina innum &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nalla irukum. Herovuku kadal sentimenta illa avanga appavukanu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theriyala. Chellame ppadathula vara mathiriye irruku "Ennamo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nadakirathe" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;pattu, koncham (ROMBAVE) sothapal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but "Dhavani &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;potta" balances &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;overcomes the flaws.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meera jasmina partha appadiye namma college natkal ninaivuku varuthu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enga warden friday 5 maniku munadi hostelernthu kilamba vida mattar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classe nadakatha government collegla, fridayna hostela utkarnthu enna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pannarathunu we used to change the 5 in the permission slip to 12:45. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time of leaving appadinu pottu, 5ku munadiyum pinadiyum edam vittu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign vanginathuku apparum12:45nu fill panniduvom. Meera jasmine has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;done well. Ennaku ethukaga thalaiviku thalaivar mela parkarathuku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;munadiye kadhal varuthunu than puriyala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some scenes in the movie was exceptional. I liked the scene when the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;person from Madurai responds "Anna vizhakama sollunga payan mela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yarum kai vaikalayenu" ketkara scene nalla iruku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Yuvan, the director has got good support. If you are so bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and need a change and just to laugh or not interested in build ups,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this one can be given a chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anyone reads anandha vikatan every week, just let me know how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;you like its standard these days. I see nothing except star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;interviews. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like madhan and Sujatha, for that matter I still continue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reading it. Vijai income tax raid vandhadha pathi rombaaaaaaa feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pani irunthar, ivanga ellam panatha olunga katina en raid vara poranga?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namala parunga, do we have an other chance to exclude it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taking for granted, I have updated few links that I read often to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new blogroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please do let me know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u r not ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113687787022764844?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113687787022764844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113687787022764844&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113687787022764844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113687787022764844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2006/01/with-my-monday-blues-wiped-off-there.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113636202055438708</id><published>2006-01-04T13:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:19:41.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was holidaying for one week after I returned to India and then got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back  to work. It was expected that I will be busy but never had a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;proper sleep after I came to bangalore.  Things are going little dififcult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but as long as it is not going to remain the same it is ok!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish you all a very happy new year and it will be a successful year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be writing more and publishing all the comments soon.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113636202055438708?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113636202055438708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113636202055438708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113636202055438708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113636202055438708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-holidaying-for-one-week-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113467603715231762</id><published>2005-12-16T01:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:09:04.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Only few lines, no words. I am completely blank. It is easy for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me to say that I am stubborn, but today I am little disturbed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I can understand what I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"There were hours that just went on for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When alone at last we'd count up all the chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That were lost to us forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will try to be happy for that I am an angel as always to make this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;place a paradise and all the memories cherish that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="299" alt="hands" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73891810_efcd6d2d73_o.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113467603715231762?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113467603715231762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113467603715231762&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113467603715231762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113467603715231762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-few-lines-no-words.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113440813889081897</id><published>2005-12-12T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:18:30.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0482" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/72877201_c9e4df53a0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few things before I start, My friends who always read this page but do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not dare to comment understood that I am really busy and not lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without responding to mails. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did hop to few blogs that I have been &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reading from the day I started. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all your comments and questions, I am completely alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;except my workacholic nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a happy news to share with you, I got promoted last week. I dont&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say that never waited for promotion nor expected I would get a one but it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was too early for me to think about it, end of my third year now I have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been forcefully taken to the middle management in the hierarchy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This didn't bring much of excitement, you can see I am telling you after 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;days but yeah I am happy. I am a very greedy young girl but not fascinated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with holding authority.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was very hectic during the previous week and was just back from Customer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;site, now that goes without telling!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the remaining post as an other crap, I know it is the same meaningless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things that happen in everyone's life but trying to avoid the efforts to change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the meaningless is the crux.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I strongly believe in relations that are outside my personal space. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;we meet somebody very interesting and it does work out and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;there we&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;build a new interesting relation. Recently there are few &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;intersting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;souls, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;had changed my spirit and smile, some admire me and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;admire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; when I think these are all passing clouds and nothing of these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I am supposed to get attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There may be a reason for why I met them and for why I cannot continue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking and smiling with them. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;After all they supported me in things that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;had to change but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel they are uncertain, uncertainities which most of *them* would have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoped for and even me. When I became part of that moment, I couldn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened to me and now that I know it I can do nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I cannot write it here, I cannot share it anywhere. I will miss all these &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncertainities but yeah I know that there have been vacuum in some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;corners of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This post adds an other entry to this page which is only aware of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;presence....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113440813889081897?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113440813889081897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113440813889081897&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113440813889081897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113440813889081897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/12/few-things-before-i-start-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113380799436308651</id><published>2005-12-05T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:46:48.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Intha varam inniya varamnu&lt;/span&gt; sollara mathiri niraya vishayam nadanthiruku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erkanave perusu perusa post ezuthara naan ithayum ezuthinena makkal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;migavum varutha paduveenga appadengarathala, ovoru incidenta ezuthalamnu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irruken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now you would have understood that I liked spicy food (Sapatu Rani)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In europe the taste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the green chillies are pathetic, so I use red chillies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I got from home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/70562498_b0b6dba6f4_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_0750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The colour of these chillies as you know will attract your neighbor who knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing except cheese , cream and sauce. This is what always happens to me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;give ample chances to my european friends to feel the colour of life. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing or other about my activities always provokes some interesting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conversation, as such I do not have better work to do except giving them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sessions on Indian culture. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lady who was sitting (now I am in different site) adjacent to me told the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other guys that I ate twooooooooo red chillies. Ennala antha ammavuku poi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;intha millagai sapiduvatharku alla ithu thalipatharkaga nangal ubayoga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paduthuvathu appadinu solla mudiyathu, athanala sirichutu veetada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vendiyathu than.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was just giving my innocent smile, engiruntho oru kelvi, "What is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;mother tongue?". Neram ketta nerathula ithu enna kelvi appadinu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ninaichutu,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;namma bashaya sonnen, athukula opposite sidela irunthu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;romba fasta "Sigapu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milagai, Pacchai Milagai" appadinu bayangaramana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loud speakerla oru &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;answer. I was surprised with their interest or just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;curiosity or aarva kollaru! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ennathan google translate panninalum ennala germana sutham, sathama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vasika mudiyuma?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An other guy overcoming all these excitements of my counter parts brought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me 3 (exactly three) small red chillies from his garden the next day for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a note that he never uses them for cooking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antha milagai than ingu pugaipadathil ullathu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(padam parthu kathai sollga appadinu kuda intha posta sollalam) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113380799436308651?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113380799436308651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113380799436308651&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113380799436308651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113380799436308651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/12/intha-varam-inniya-varamnu-sollara.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113344005199302703</id><published>2005-12-01T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:26:19.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ethu ethukuthan aasai padarathune ellama aasai paduven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it is very silly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written about my yesterday's strong desire to have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the interesting (insulting) things that I crossed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everday I have wheat bread, yogurt, fruits and juice in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not a very interesting person to have protein rich food but this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is what provided in the place where I stay. In the afternoon I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my packed chapathi (I prepare). The reason not being diet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;consciousness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but basmati rice doesn't match my digestive system. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;some upma or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; easy to eat fruits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I tell you more, something that you should know is that&lt;br /&gt;I am really really a non vegetarian and if I have to like some&lt;br /&gt;vegetarian food then it should have gobi,chana, mushroom or&lt;br /&gt;what not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say it simple I like *only* spicy food and poor thing is that I&lt;br /&gt;If I eat more (and especially when I am in a cold country) I have&lt;br /&gt;to work out more. Balancing all these is pathetic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalla surukunu rasam, sambhar (not like bangalore and not with&lt;br /&gt;MTR sambhar podi), kathrikai poriyal hmm eppada vetuku poven&lt;br /&gt;appadinu oru pakam, irrukanumnu oru pakam. Naan sambhar ellam&lt;br /&gt;samaika maten, I hate the taste of *my* sambhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends find me as *****-eater sometimes but they have to handle&lt;br /&gt;me, as mentioned in *senti* post, they are very good in understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after long time I really wanted to eat rice with some spicy curry,&lt;br /&gt;restaurant is the first option but sitting alone and smiling at everyone&lt;br /&gt;before me is boring. I am alone in this place, there are some indians&lt;br /&gt;who sell paper and work in restaurants, the intial days they started&lt;br /&gt;talking to me but I got a strict warning and scolding my friend not to&lt;br /&gt;give any more detail though I am alone. ( I always go out of topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to eat something and spicy and preferably nonveg forced me to&lt;br /&gt;prepare chicken yesterday for my dinner and I carried it for today's&lt;br /&gt;lunch too. Should I prepare the similar kind of gravy that I always&lt;br /&gt;prepare and no was my answer. Downloaded how to prepare PEPPER&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN from ndtvcooks.com and was all set to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a store on the way to buy chicken and lemon, remember here&lt;br /&gt;strictly no english on any products, by appearance I can feel it but I&lt;br /&gt;should confirm it na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the chicken box I headed to everyone asking do u speak english,&lt;br /&gt;do u, do u, do uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu enacting with my hands as wings and&lt;br /&gt;nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I went to the counter to ask "IS THIS CHICKEN" and before she&lt;br /&gt;answered me I can clearly see and hear that someone shouting at me. I&lt;br /&gt;understood that he is thinking that I am overcoming the queue, oh boss&lt;br /&gt;I am asking doubt but will he understand, NO. I ooked at this lady and&lt;br /&gt;smiled thinking why on earth they dont speak english, as usual I smiled&lt;br /&gt;at the guy and he didnt stop and i went back to put the chicken in my&lt;br /&gt;basket, UUH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magane enga oor pakam va appadinu ninachutu, I billed chicken, lemon,&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is for next two days, Sunday I am back to an other town where I&lt;br /&gt;have to work for next few weeks. Naan software engineeranu ungaluku&lt;br /&gt;doubt varalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with printed recipe, I prepared nice (ennaku) pepper chicken, nalla&lt;br /&gt;irundhutha illayana recipe ezuthunavan than sollanum but it was&lt;br /&gt;wonderful for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113344005199302703?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113344005199302703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113344005199302703&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113344005199302703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113344005199302703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/12/ethu-ethukuthan-aasai-padarathune.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113336049634013178</id><published>2005-11-30T19:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:43:23.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some BMW models from my camera!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two post on the same day, koncham over than irundhalum I am so crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;about cars and just some clicks from trip to a BMW museum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/68653204_71ce8b25b1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0657" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/68653200_e03d05ebf4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0665" src="http://static.flickr.com/9/68653201_c96febd1c4_b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113336049634013178?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113336049634013178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113336049634013178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113336049634013178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113336049634013178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-bmw-models-from-my-camera-two.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113334878827064590</id><published>2005-11-30T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:24:53.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This line is very important for everyone, I read this in a article in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rediff today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what is right for me may not be right for you. What works for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you may not work for me and vice versa. You should not worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;about what I think of you or your work"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surfing is part of our life, once in a interview we asked one guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to write a script and he literally replied "Google". I didn't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to react, he is senior to me and I thought that is how we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow. I cannot congratulate him to be so open to tell the truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind the success of the software engineers, all I did was "Your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;profile does not match our requirements".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes I don't know who to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey what you're looking for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one has the answer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just want more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey who is gonna make it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This could be the first Day of my life "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~First day of my life, Melanie C~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is full of aspirations, so much to achieve at every stage of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During college, just to get placed in campus mattered, then work. In&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;work it was always important how an individual stands above the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people of his/her age, then onsite. After going all around, the feel to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be at home overcomes everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;US was the only place I thought I should go, then now to Europe, this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;place is full of nature, beautiful. Now I am tired, you stay here or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there, you are always comfortable in the place where u belong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, now How many of you enjoy the "Good Hollywood movies" in Tamil,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every week I see sharukh khan here talking deustch. This Friday we have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swades in Deustch. I do not know whether they see that as emotional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drama or comedy. All I do is mute it, watch it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113334878827064590?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113334878827064590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113334878827064590&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113334878827064590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113334878827064590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-line-is-very-important-for.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113317516193628649</id><published>2005-11-28T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:45:33.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Definitely couldn't stop myself writing about this, should I&lt;br /&gt;feel it as excellent it will find its place here and also the&lt;br /&gt;other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Athu oru kanaa kaalam (Dreamy desires), &lt;/span&gt;wonderful piece of Balu&lt;br /&gt;Mahendra with Danush as hero, paired with Priya mani. Movie is an&lt;br /&gt;other example of what we can always expect from Danush. Next&lt;br /&gt;milestone for danush after Kaadhal konden but this is not as&lt;br /&gt;sensible as kaadhal konden was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well narrated story line, emotions but what are they trying to&lt;br /&gt;convey is still a question to me. Climax was the biggest comedy&lt;br /&gt;to me, how may times will the hero get released at the end to live&lt;br /&gt;with heroine. (Tamilnadu Police!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a crap, the performance of the artists, the camera and&lt;br /&gt;the direction everything receives honor but this movie must have&lt;br /&gt;been done during late 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest is not always music, big cast or whatever! I do not&lt;br /&gt;have any defined boundaries but something is really making me&lt;br /&gt;feel hopeless about this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just what I felt, may be I have a poor taste or different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;expectations!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113317516193628649?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113317516193628649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113317516193628649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113317516193628649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113317516193628649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/11/definitely-couldnt-stop-myself-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113293168250486840</id><published>2005-11-25T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:14:16.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Death is painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worse if we do not know the reason for dying. You &lt;br /&gt;can be courageous to face to death and but we are not. We &lt;br /&gt;love our life, we do not have the priveleges to live it in &lt;br /&gt;the way we want but we struggle for it and we always make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that he died for the nation, but did he want to? He&lt;br /&gt;went all the way to kill himself. Life without a father for&lt;br /&gt;those two kids, will it be interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing his mother's photo and his family photo, should I &lt;br /&gt;believe that God created evil too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army men anticipate it but they fight with it, he never realised&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers for all who belong to you, Kutty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113293168250486840?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113293168250486840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113293168250486840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113293168250486840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113293168250486840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/11/death-is-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113282829762309577</id><published>2005-11-24T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:32:27.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was freezing, it was -3 degrees. Uhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was surprised to see her, she was old (very old), she was carrying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;three bags. She stopped to buy a daily. I watched from behind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was interested to ask whether can I help her, she might be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of a stranger, do not know whether she speak English. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor Me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;approached, I stood near her and helped her take the bag, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I showed my card and said I will be glad to drop her home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was happy too, we walked all the way to her home. She is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;74 and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;widow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;for 34 years, she spoke good english and had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; a portugese flag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in her house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way she said that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am gorgeous (Heheee, she never saw an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indian) , she asked me whether I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;am married, I told&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;very soon. I was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy to have a soul wish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me in that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The culture or the life they enjoy is from 16 to 40, after that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;they dont &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have children, they dont have neighbors, all alone. It &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is sick, I am glad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have a culture that always bonds me with&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;my family..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113282829762309577?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113282829762309577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113282829762309577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113282829762309577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113282829762309577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-freezing-it-was-3-degrees.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19243625.post-113275776330133412</id><published>2005-11-23T20:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:35:33.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;way you look at things can change the way you analyse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong if you feel that something is not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;kind, emphatically&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your own life. I am not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;philosophical &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but neither practical. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont worry, this place will not be an emotional outburst, it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;just me, it is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;always special.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hesitant to start because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can never maintain it, may be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first lines, it matters. This place is to remember things that I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;can never forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19243625-113275776330133412?l=mypanacea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/feeds/113275776330133412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19243625&amp;postID=113275776330133412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113275776330133412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19243625/posts/default/113275776330133412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypanacea.blogspot.com/2005/11/way-you-look-at-things-can-change-way.html' title=''/><author><name>aval</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296976594563227240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/66813468_adda1f3096_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
