<?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-8058691</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:19:55.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(((((Ripples with a rear view)))))</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-115301198859319960</id><published>2006-07-16T06:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T06:36:28.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its Complex..Everywhere..</title><content type='html'>He was siting on the doorsteps with a bottle of Beer. Moments later She comes out of the house and walk across him.He starts shouting "Fu***ing sh** you walk away from me ?" He runs behind her grab herand lift her on her shoulder walks back. "Let me down...Let me down.." - She. "I love you baby..why you walk away from me" - He. "Dont give me a shit.... ... ..." She.Series of "... ... .... ....." ".. ... ...." between He and She.He walks away...shouting "Fuc***ing sh** ... .... .... You dont trust me. He knocks "Bang" on the sign board on his way. He walks 100 yards. "Come on Jim...come back..come back baby..." - She.He turns around and walks towards She. He's friend (He2) comes out of house "Hey Jim..come on man..get inside...". He's friends girl comes out.(She2)."He cant have another girl in his life. You dont interfere. Its She's call." She2 take She inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to my appartment wishing the issue gets solved. Love..trust..relationship..its complex...everwhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-115301198859319960?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/115301198859319960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/115301198859319960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-complexeverywhere.html' title='Its Complex..Everywhere..'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-112866217302528219</id><published>2005-10-07T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:46:13.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comment...</title><content type='html'>Leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-112866217302528219?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/112866217302528219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/112866217302528219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/10/comment.html' title='Comment...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-112002769117692229</id><published>2005-06-29T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:18:11.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I expect you to be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The following is the invitation I sent across to my PG friends. Thought of sharing :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These days I have been busy watching FTV(Spring Summer collections, Lingerie, Swimwear Collection series) just for knowing whats happening in the Fashion world.&lt;br /&gt;Reason ;-) ?!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, am getting married to this girl by name Ambika a wanna be Fashion Designer who is rarring to hit the Fashion Design world, already giving a run for their money to Rohit Bals,&lt;br /&gt;Ritu Berri s , Ritu Kumar s and Manish Malhotra s.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what Ambika has been doing these days ? Well, she is busy knowing how to dust a PC, just to help me out. My PC at home already becoming the cradle for umpteen Spiders&lt;br /&gt;and Roaches.&lt;br /&gt;So Guys, be there on July 13th at OmSakthi Kalyana Mandapam , TNagar , Chennai between 9.00 and 10.30 AM to grace the wedding ceremony of Me with Ambika.&lt;br /&gt;Bachelors(Pradeep s Maharajan s Rail Ramesh s )! Dont give any excuse like&lt;br /&gt;"Machan oru Important Project Delivery irrukuda !"&lt;br /&gt;Newly Weds( Kiruba s , SenthilRaja s) Though u might be busy targeting a&lt;br /&gt;Delivery I hope you can spare a day (rather night no no who knows day or&lt;br /&gt;night !!) visiting Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;Guys abroad (Melne s , Riaz s)! Well, I cant expect u ppl in person but surely I can expect your mail asking for my ICICI account no for doing a online fund transfer :)).&lt;br /&gt;Proud parents(Meenakshi Sundaram s Ponmani s Anu s) I would be glad to see you with your proud Productions !!!&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Guys (Aiii Sukiii...) be there with your fiancee !!!&lt;br /&gt;Fun apart, the bottom line is "I expect you to be there."&lt;br /&gt;Vb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-112002769117692229?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/112002769117692229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/112002769117692229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-expect-you-to-be-there.html' title='I expect you to be there'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-111865680700446932</id><published>2005-06-13T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:02:45.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walking on the beach together,hand in hand we’ll be forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's written in the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that they were meant to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So write it on your calendar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's going to be a party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save the date &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 13th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the marriage of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invitation and details to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a Shore Thing...We're Getting Married Together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we wrote our names in the sand and the waves washed them away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we will write them in our hearts and there they will stay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Love and To Be Loved is to feel the sun from both sides.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now u need any reasons why I was away from my blog for this long ? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-111865680700446932?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/111865680700446932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/111865680700446932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/06/walking-on-beach-togetherhand-in-hand.html' title='Walking on the beach together,hand in hand we’ll be forever....'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-111720570554699846</id><published>2005-05-27T20:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:25:05.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What to Post ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-111720570554699846?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/111720570554699846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/111720570554699846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-to-post.html' title='What to Post ?'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-111021603703320679</id><published>2005-03-07T21:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:50:37.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You are a total WASTE !!!</title><content type='html'>Monday was like Friday. Most of my colleagues were so relaxed and were saying the same thing "I dont feel like working today". May be it was because of the Holiday we have for MahaShivrathri tomorrow. Since everyone was in relaxed mood, we had chats now and then inbetween works. The girl who sits near me has just returned after visiting her hometown and meeting a guy who would be her. Typical arranged marriage funda. &lt;br /&gt;These were some of the conversation between me and her. &lt;br /&gt;She started the following  after noticing  that one of my shirt button has fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;She : Vijay, see its time for you to get married (pointing to my missing button).&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Does this convey u just this ?&lt;br /&gt;She : Ofcourse ! This is something obvious Vijay.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Doesn't it convey others ?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Doesn't it convey that Vijay doesn't know how to stich a button ?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Doesn't it convey that Vijay is such a lazzzzzy guy to get that button stiched &lt;br /&gt;thru the nearby tailor ?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Doesn't it convey that Vijay pays less attention to something for which he should have given more attention so that button got stiched ?&lt;br /&gt;She : (Laughing) No Vijay , its time for you to get married. &lt;br /&gt;Me  : Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other instance, &lt;br /&gt;She : Vijay , you are a total WASTE !&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Yes, I know that. If you put me in the category of WASTE. What are the other categories you have.&lt;br /&gt;She : (After thinking for a while) Simply Great. Nice . Waste . Pathetic . Hate .&lt;br /&gt;Me  : I think I didn't score bad. I would have been happier if you have put me in the "PATHETIC" Category. :-) (Smiles)&lt;br /&gt;She : Whatttttt ? You are Waste but still with some good qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someother instance, &lt;br /&gt;She : Whom do you think you are ?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : A simple , down to earth , Complex Guy &lt;br /&gt;She : See..everyone thinks that they are complex and no one can understand them .&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Yes and they will be happy when they get some who really understands them. &lt;br /&gt;But I am simple down to earth guy. Since everyone thinks they are complex, I added that "Complex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someother other instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Vijayyyy, You think you are tooo smart ???. &lt;br /&gt;Me  : No. (I was about to deliver my usual dialogue)&lt;br /&gt;She : Oh...no dont say your dialoge again "I dont 'THINK'. I AM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someother other other instance,&lt;br /&gt;She : Vijay one day I take u a class. &lt;br /&gt;Me  : You take a class or u teach me a lesson ?&lt;br /&gt;She : (After thinking for a while) I will teach u a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why she choose the second option which I gave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) I always have gr8 fun in having such chats with friends around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the Track : Today I noticed that Female Bloggers have lots of comments in their Blog. Oops..did I notice something which is sooooooooo obvious ;-) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-111021603703320679?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/111021603703320679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/111021603703320679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-total-waste.html' title='You are a total WASTE !!!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110986916054682225</id><published>2005-03-03T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:29:20.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A monster ...</title><content type='html'>I got this from a chat friend. Felt worth sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;I am in Heaven now...I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean Monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please! Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain i can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't, all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things&lt;br /&gt;that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge&lt;br /&gt;angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.&lt;br /&gt;The angel took me away to a wonderful place. Then I was happy. I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am&lt;br /&gt;sorry, for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is, I guess that's the name of the I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the&lt;br /&gt;will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that&lt;br /&gt;abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110986916054682225?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110986916054682225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110986916054682225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/03/monster.html' title='A monster ...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110917715545817309</id><published>2005-02-23T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:15:55.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>See You Tomorrow ....</title><content type='html'>It was about 9.00 PM. as usual everyone, who was leaving office before me, kept asking me the same question , Vijay are u not leaving ? , looking at my monitor . Sometimes I really wonder whether they are really concerned about me spending more hours at office or they just stop beside me to have a look at what actually I am doing at these hours. Obviously if its after 8.30 and if I have no work I would defenitely be reading thru some blogs I would be doing nothing technical ;-).&lt;br /&gt;One of my team mate came to me with a big smile and said "Ok Vijay, I have done what u have requested for. I hope I have met the deadline. I am leaving now. Bye . See You tomorrow." The moment he said this, I turned and I looked at him for a while without saying anything. I dont know what he understood from my look, he asked, "Are you coming tomorrow ?". Without any second thought I was noding my head saying Yes ! with a smile. He was still puzzled coz of my look. Then I said to him, "Hey did you notice that we both are optimist ? When You said 'See you Tomorrow and When I said 'I am coming tomorrow ', we both are SURE that we will be alive the next day, which obviously we dont know !!!. We both go to sleep and we never know that we will see the sunrise the next day". He broke me saying "Vijay Why you sound so philosophical ? what are u reading these days ?". &lt;br /&gt;I just said those things because it just came as a flash. None of my blog reading has influenced me to say so. But still I dont know why I had such a flash of thought. Silly Vijay :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that these days I spend most of my reading on blogs blogs and nothing but blogs. Before I get myself bored of it, I thought I should spend more time on tech related stuffs. Thus born "Synergy". Synergy is going to be the internal newsletter which will speak more on tech related stuffs for circulation within the team in which I am working with. The one good thing which I did today was to get a logo for "Synergy" after googling and setup the layout for the Newsletter. Layout is ready, now I need to work upon the features which Synergy is going carry initially. &lt;br /&gt;Again I didnt spend much time for picking up the name of the newsletter. &lt;br /&gt;"SYNERGY", has got in it both 'SYNtel' my company and 'eNERGY'. &lt;br /&gt;When I searched for the meaning of the word "Synergy" it gave me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=synergy"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will do some justice to the tittle I have chosen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me "PRINCE". Yes , one my colleague who is so notorious for giving nick names to others have given me this name and he has challenged me that he will see to it that he will make all other in the team start using this name for calling me !&lt;br /&gt;But why "PRINCE". Well..he has got reasons for it ! ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG !!! Its 10.15 now. I need to go to my room so See You Tomorrow !!! &lt;em&gt;if I see the sunrise ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110917715545817309?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110917715545817309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110917715545817309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/02/see-you-tomorrow.html' title='See You Tomorrow ....'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110882785501443054</id><published>2005-02-19T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:14:15.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The tag still hangs...</title><content type='html'>The list of questions i hate to hear these days just goes on increasing and the latest one to get added in that list is "Whats your plan for weekend ?"/"What did u do in the weekend ?"/"How was your weekend ?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just spent most of the day nearly 7 hours going thru other blogs. :-) wow...it was wonderful experience. &lt;br /&gt;Some of the things which i noticed were,&lt;br /&gt;1. Most of them have a post on their Valentine day. For 90% of them it was spent as just another day. &lt;br /&gt;2. In one form or other they feel lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;3. Almost all wish to have maximum comments for anything they post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now coming to my earlier post, I dont want you ppl ( those who visit my blog) to keep your fingers crossed. Thanks for all your wishes and Luck. I almost ... almost cleared the test :-). Till its made official I'll reserve what the test is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who guessed what the test really was..;-) it has got nothing to do with the regular Valentine day stuff. If you would have immagined it that way... hehehehehe am not that lucky yet. The TEST happend to fall on that particular day and may be i took advantage of the glamour attached on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tag "MOST (???) ELIGIBLE BACHELOR" still hangs around my neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110882785501443054?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110882785501443054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110882785501443054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/02/tag-still-hangs.html' title='The tag still hangs...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110822401555469150</id><published>2005-02-12T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:30:15.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have a test on Feb 14 th</title><content type='html'>I never thought that THIS would happen to Me soooo soon after coming to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;Because of THIS , these days I always wonder about whether coming to Mumbai is the best thing that has happend in my life lately. &lt;br /&gt;I will be put to test on Feb 14th. So many Feb 14 th has passed, but all those were Just another day. &lt;br /&gt;This year its really going to be different for me. A day which I think I can remember and cherish in the years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewwwwwww...Wish me Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110822401555469150?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110822401555469150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110822401555469150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-test-on-feb-14-th.html' title='I have a test on Feb 14 th'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110727469717903916</id><published>2005-02-01T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:48:17.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music changes my mood. I dunno how to react :-) or :-( and when I am alone ...it does affect me..very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110727469717903916?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110727469717903916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110727469717903916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/02/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110700796901722004</id><published>2005-01-29T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:42:49.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>State of mind</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep &lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep &lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep &lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110700796901722004?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110700796901722004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110700796901722004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/01/state-of-mind.html' title='State of mind'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110492819468069578</id><published>2005-01-05T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:59:54.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something about anything...</title><content type='html'>One of my ex-colleague to my other friend about me&lt;br /&gt;"he never talks to anyone, but keep smiling"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my chat friend about me:&lt;br /&gt;"It's so funny that I still keep in touch with you although you are not interesting at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first comment is bit true. I take time. I take time to get comfortable with people around and let them know about me. And people who know me closely will never make such comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second. It made me think more on myself. It has raised a big question in me "What makes one interesting ?" I have asked for more explanation from the friend. Waiting curiously for the explanation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, while I was posting a blog one of my colleague asked me&lt;br /&gt;"Hey U blogginggggggggg ?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes...something...&lt;br /&gt;"Something about what ?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Something about anything...&lt;br /&gt;He walked away with a smile on his face and "?##$#$@T%*$%@#$%" in his thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have said..."Something about Me....Me Vijay Bhaskar". After all who will speak about Me other than Me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting my blog for the first time a friend of mine said, "I am not able to understand the heading. Please explain da." , in his mail.Never thought of why I kept this title. But since he has risen it I was bound to answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply :&lt;br /&gt;Ripples --&gt; The circles you get when u drop a stone on the pond. Ripples always goes forward. So I have provided the Ripples&lt;br /&gt;with a rear view ( rear view glass found in bikes which enable us to see whats happening behind us)&lt;br /&gt;So my blog will contain entries with day to day happenings as I move forward in life...at the same time it will also reflect some sweet memories which happened in my past or which i came across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110492819468069578?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110492819468069578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110492819468069578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-about-anything.html' title='Something about anything...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110481310660480901</id><published>2005-01-04T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:01:46.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84242610@N00/2915949/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2915949_0a3ea311ed.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110481310660480901?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110481310660480901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110481310660480901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2005/01/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110449382420452982</id><published>2004-12-31T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:38:15.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2722221_f6d1778c4f.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110449382420452982?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110449382420452982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110449382420452982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/wishes.html' title='Wishes...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110440619061988534</id><published>2004-12-30T16:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:59:50.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raising Vijay...</title><content type='html'>Mom often used to say this..."Raising Vijay has never been a problem." Feeding me was never been a problem to her for I took everything which she offered. Be it Cerelac(the baby food), biscuits dipped in water, boiled potatoes or smashed vegetables or any kind of food... I have taken it everything without making any hesitation. Given a bottle of milk I used to take out of mouth after the last drop is tasted :-).  Even now, I never make any complaints to Mom about the kind of food she prepares. Obviously, she cooks so well both veg and non-veg dishes I dont find reason for complaining. But even at times when she feels that the food she cooked is not good (the salt may be high or low) I hardly make any complaints. Mom always asks why dont I say her ?.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it going to school...I would go dressed like Mr. Perfect. Washed and neatly pressed clothes, shining shoes,well groomed hair. I come back home the say way. I used to be so conscious in not getting my shoes dust or getting wrinkles in the shirt.  I remember I have skipped even some PT periods (where we are allowed to play for the simple reason I may end up with wrinked shirt and dusty shoes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be contd ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110440619061988534?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110440619061988534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110440619061988534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/raising-vijay.html' title='Raising Vijay...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110438610181798300</id><published>2004-12-30T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-30T11:26:39.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@#&amp;jksuiw &amp;*$^  Assorted  *#$%&amp;kdj88</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;These days I hate really hate to hear these questions. &lt;br /&gt;How old are u Vijay ?&lt;br /&gt;When are u getting Married ?&lt;br /&gt;Did you find a girl ?/ Is your parents looking for a girl for you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why ? I am just becoming allergic to these questions and trying hard to put up a smiling face &lt;br /&gt;to anyone who asks these qs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Mom wake me up in the morning...ofcourse thru my mobile. This time she asked me what am I doing expecting &lt;br /&gt;me to say "Mom I got up around 6.00 and after getting fresh did some meditation, then went for Jogging for about 30 mins and exercised for some 15 mins and now am reading newspaper." Needless to say that I did not live up to her expectations. I said "Mom I just got up coz of your call". "You never change Vijay ?" she was asking laughingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;I scored 70 + !&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time am crossing the 70+ Kg mark in weight. Thats normal and allowable weight for my height but my only concern is my ever ballooning tummy. These days my tummy is visibilyyyy visible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110438610181798300?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110438610181798300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110438610181798300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/jksuiw-assorted-kdj88.html' title='@#&amp;jksuiw &amp;*$^  Assorted  *#$%&amp;kdj88'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110424319822764622</id><published>2004-12-28T19:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:43:18.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange !</title><content type='html'>I typed "feeling of emptiness" and clicked "Search" in Google. &lt;br /&gt;Ended up in reading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.counsel.ufl.edu/selfHelp/dealingWithLoneliness.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I really feel/felt. Strange !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110424319822764622?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110424319822764622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110424319822764622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/strange.html' title='Strange !'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110412161683216314</id><published>2004-12-27T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-27T11:06:42.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>F5ed...</title><content type='html'>Refreshed...&lt;br /&gt;Good traditional Maharastrian Food..Fresh fruits..baths in the river..games..dance..&lt;br /&gt;camp fire...good sleep in the chilling weather. How would one feel if these things continued for 3 days. Feels Refreshed(F5ed) right ?. &lt;br /&gt;Thats how I feel after spending the past 3 days in a farm resort. &lt;br /&gt;When I reached home the first news I heard was Chennai was badly hit by the Tsunami(the big tidal wave). Soon called up mom and dad and was relieved after hearing that the area where they stay is not affected. It was really hurting and depressing to watch the news in the channels. Mother nature is really fierceful sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110412161683216314?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110412161683216314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110412161683216314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/f5ed.html' title='F5ed...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110361187219315350</id><published>2004-12-21T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-21T12:21:12.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A strip of CORK ..lays unused ...</title><content type='html'>Last week I received a fwd mail which listed Dangerous Drugs which have been Globally Discarded but are available in India. Out of the seven listed, one interested me much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;QUINIODOCHLOR:&lt;br /&gt;Anti-diarrhoeal. Reason for ban : Damage to sight. &lt;br /&gt;Brand name :Enteroquinol &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I have been using this Enteroquinol for years and have even recommended the same for others. And they were really satisfied with its performance. &lt;br /&gt;Be it whether u have loose motion/loose bowl, diarrhoea, stomach disorder, 2 Enteroquinol will just STOP it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What attracted me more in this pill is its looks. It just have the color of a wooden cork. When you have a stomach disorder and desperately feel like stopping the outflow, when you feel like you literally need a cork to SHUT IT and STOP IT, Enteroquinol will be handy. It always lived up to the expectation one would get from its wooden CORK like feature. Have it , Shut it , Forgetttttt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the medicine pack which my dad gave to me has a strip of Enteroquinol in it. Though I do have some problem with Entry Point(Throat) luckily I didn't have any problem with my EXIT point(should I say what it is ? ;-) ) till this day in Mumbai. &lt;br /&gt;So the strip of CORK is just laying unused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110361187219315350?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110361187219315350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110361187219315350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/strip-of-cork-lays-unused.html' title='A strip of CORK ..lays unused ...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110352564892390341</id><published>2004-12-20T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:13:12.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aaj Sunday hai na ?!!</title><content type='html'>It all started on Friday evening, I was having cough and cold. I thought I could manage with the Cough Syrup and the Tablets which dad has given &lt;br /&gt;me when I packed to Mumbai. It did help me intially. I was quite relieved , relieved enough so that I could have an undisturbed sleep. When I woke &lt;br /&gt;up in the morning, I felt that my nose dried up and was breathing hot breathe and started coughing. Switched of the cooler and checked up the &lt;br /&gt;time. It was 4.30 in the morning !. This is the first time am getting up such early in the morning while in Mumbai. I was coughing loud enough and I &lt;br /&gt;desperately wanted to stop it and go back to sleep as I still had atleast 2-3 hours sleep left in my eyes. Turned on the heater, got some hot water, &lt;br /&gt;dissolved a spoon of salt in it and gougled it making that funny sound thru throat. I had instant relief after this. Took some more cough syrup, &lt;br /&gt;watched TV, peeped thru the window to have a look at how surroundings look like in the early morning ! It was awasome ! Mumbai is getting lot of &lt;br /&gt;mist in the morning these days and it was a feast to watch .&lt;br /&gt;It was 6.00 in then and I was getting back my sleep. Slept for another good 4 hours. Stuck to the room as I didnt want to risk my health as myself &lt;br /&gt;and myroom mate has planned for a Mumbai Dharshan( a small 1 day package tour in and around Mumbai city- will post on it seperately) on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;We I returned to room on Sunday evening after the tour, I decided to meet a doctor as my throat was getting too bad. For the first time in my life, I &lt;br /&gt;could see my voice got affected so badly. Affected so bad that &lt;br /&gt;I had to strain to raise my voice so that the other person could hear something from me in a strange Voice. &lt;br /&gt;It sounds like as if I am speaking from a well or something like that. Most of the words I spoke came out as making the listener to keep guessing &lt;br /&gt;what I was speaking out. As I need to go to work on Monday, I was desperatley to get rid of this weird sounding throat. &lt;br /&gt;My search for a doctor began at around 7.00 PM. While travelling I have seen lots and lots of practicing Doctors board around our guest house. But &lt;br /&gt;to my surprise I could not find even a single doctor kept his clinic opened on Sunday evening. Even strange was that found even the drug stores &lt;br /&gt;remained closed. &lt;br /&gt;I enquired a shop keeper whether I could find any doctors around in Hindi(nowadays i manage with little Hindi what I know). What he said , really &lt;br /&gt;annoyed me. "Today is Sunday right ..You wont find any Doctors !". What ????&lt;br /&gt;Don't doctors work on Sundays ? Dont Mumbai ppl fall sick on Sundays ???. I was literally cursing all the Doctors ! Ok I dont need a doctor, all I need &lt;br /&gt;is some antibiotics which would help my throat not getting worse. I could get that from a Medical store. Each and every medical store remained &lt;br /&gt;closed too. By this time I have already walked for some 40 mins and I could feel my legs begging for some rest. But I need some medicine for my &lt;br /&gt;throat !!!. Thank God !!! There I could find a clinic which had a board saying "24 hrs Service".&lt;br /&gt;I thanked all the Gods and hurriedly steped in the clinic to find two nurses siting in the reception and chating and laughing among themselves&lt;br /&gt;The moment I entered, both of them gave a look at me with a raised eyebrows . It was like "Who this Guy is at these time ?". Wishing that some &lt;br /&gt;doctor should be there in the 24 hrs service clinic. I just asked the nurses, "Is Doctor there ?" with my funny sounding throat. One of them said "No". &lt;br /&gt;Not waiting for her reply I went on to say "I have a very bad throat infection, I need to get medicine from doctor, I could find no Doctors today &lt;br /&gt;evening". One of the nurse did really understood my problem after hearing voice. She gave me a look like "Oh Poor guy..You really really have a bad &lt;br /&gt;throat". The other one nodded her head and said in a low voice (as if she expressed she felt sorry for my condition) "Aaj Sunday hai na ?!!" (meaning &lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday right ?).  Oh no !!!. I didn't want to hear such thing from a 24 hrs service clinic !. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling so dejected, I stepped out cursing  my own fate for having such bad throat infection. &lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out of the stairs from the clinic, I just wanted go back, bang open the reception door and &lt;br /&gt;say one thing.... just one thing to the nurses, "Hey girls You look sooooo cute !".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 1: Met doctor, he has given me some pills after saying my throat is badly infected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 2: I failed in the acid test ! hahaha. Am using Yahoo messenger now. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110352564892390341?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110352564892390341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110352564892390341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/aaj-sunday-hai-na.html' title='Aaj Sunday hai na ?!!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110329231527786165</id><published>2004-12-17T19:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-17T19:35:15.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I scribbled :-)</title><content type='html'>Kithni Masth He Zindagi ! --&gt; I really love this title. I think its a daily serial telecast in MTV India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is calling where are u? --&gt; Is this for Smirnoff advt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height of getting bored !&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I scribbled the following when I literally didn't have any work at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:: :: :: :: ::&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;((((((^(*_*)^))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: \/ | _| /\ \/    |3 |-| /\ $ |&lt; /\ R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see the Kid in me still alive ? Yeahhhhh...very much alive !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110329231527786165?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110329231527786165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110329231527786165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-scribbled.html' title='I scribbled :-)'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110320958589396609</id><published>2004-12-16T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-16T20:36:25.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I badly expects mails ...</title><content type='html'>Am a kind of Guy who badly expects mails, the longer the better, from friends. &lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was here in Mumbai, during the first week, I think I reached the height of expectation and send this mail to one of my friend in Chennai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;Enna da ? Whats happening there ? No news , mails , no updation . &lt;br /&gt;    Anything new in your side ?&lt;br /&gt;    How is Rangan and all our friends.&lt;br /&gt;    Mail be back.&lt;br /&gt;    Vijay&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the reply &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;Hi Vijay,&lt;br /&gt;    How are u ...how things going ur side....convey my regards to our&lt;br /&gt;    friends, here everyone fine da, Rangan also fine....any updated news&lt;br /&gt;    from side....mail me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(  Am yet to send another mail to him. &lt;br /&gt;It happens ....but Gawwwddd why to meeee ? (Hey this title sounds good huh ? ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110320958589396609?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110320958589396609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110320958589396609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-badly-expects-mails.html' title='I badly expects mails ...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110310758297479315</id><published>2004-12-15T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:16:22.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Picnic Time !!!</title><content type='html'>Picnic Time !!!&lt;br /&gt;Well..well..well..its Picnic time for our team . Our team received the following mail from our Project Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We are planning a Picnic on Christmas time from Dec 24th to Dec 26th, the venue for the same is Barvi Dam near Badlapur.&lt;br /&gt;We will be staying in Farmhouse Resort where we will have all the arrangements for food n snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Its a funded picnic so we dont need to spend anything from our pocket.       	 &lt;br /&gt;Highlights :&lt;br /&gt;	1)Stay in a River side Resort&lt;br /&gt;	2)Fishing&lt;br /&gt;	3)Theme food&lt;br /&gt;	4)Sports&lt;br /&gt;	5)Music&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to put  "Its a funded picnic so we dont need to spend anything from our pocket" under the Hightlights section ! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110310758297479315?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110310758297479315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110310758297479315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/picnic-time.html' title='Picnic Time !!!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110294623394829837</id><published>2004-12-13T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:43:28.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decision !</title><content type='html'>Am going to quit using Yahoo or MSN Messenger for 3 months. Pretty tough/weird decision but still I wanted to put myself in this acid test, which I dont want to fail miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update : Hey !!! I will keep in touch thru mails. Just trying to quit Yahoo for some period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110294623394829837?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110294623394829837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110294623394829837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/decision.html' title='Decision !'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110275580231931080</id><published>2004-12-11T14:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-11T14:33:22.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ok I just watch ! </title><content type='html'>Two things I like in Mumbai..&lt;br /&gt;    1. Girls&lt;br /&gt;    2. Cute Girls&lt;br /&gt;One thing I appreciate in them&lt;br /&gt;    Their sense of dressing.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wonder about them&lt;br /&gt;    How could they fit in themself in such a small dress.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I guess&lt;br /&gt;    Hope that clothing centers in Mumbai has got only 2 sections.&lt;br /&gt;      1. Gents sections&lt;br /&gt;      2. Kids sections.&lt;br /&gt;    Girls pick pants from Gents sections and Shirts from Kids section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyy wtbf ...their comfort ...their satisfaction. Who am I to comment on it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just watch ! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110275580231931080?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110275580231931080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110275580231931080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok-i-just-watch.html' title='Ok I just watch ! '/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110260148378569863</id><published>2004-12-09T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:41:23.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A deal got fixed…</title><content type='html'>Since I don’t have “Legal” access to any messengers in my office, I am forced to use Sify’s Internet Browsing outlet, the one near my guesthouse. I would say  this Sify is more sophisticated than the one that I used to frequent in Chennai. Sophisticated in the sense,  it has web cams and headphones with mike in almost all the PCs and the A/C was ON whenever I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By standards, it’s not moral to peep into some others chat. No excuses for breaking the moral code,  but I did follow up a guys activities (read I was peeping into his chat windows) as I found something fishy. He was busy fixing a deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X (rather I would say Mr.XXX ) was in a chat room , receiving and sending IM/PMs to the members in the chat room. After initial asl questions, there were requests for PICs. Mr.XXX has already made a good profile of himself and has uploaded 3 pics of him in a website. I found himself opening that website quite often and passing on the link to the person who has requested for. He had 2 good pic of him and the third one was something which he really marketed, a bare body pic with a low revealing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Revealing enough to show the brand name of his underwear. At the same time he was also busy checking the pics found in the link sent by the other person in chat. He ignored some “View webcam “ requests, which came in the meantime, allowed few. He requested few and once he found the other chat person acceptable (??!!) to him , the next series of exchange of messages went on like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you stay…&lt;br /&gt;Can we meet tonight…&lt;br /&gt;Whats your mobile number… ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly noted down a number…picked up his mobile, exchanged something in Hindi (grrrrr I am yet to master this language…could not understand many). All I could guess is he found his catch for that night and a deal got fixed !!!. After couple of minutes, he hurriedly logged off and stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..did I say all the chat persons whom he chat with , saw pics and viewed web cams were Guys(or rather Gays ?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mumbai Rocks !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110260148378569863?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110260148378569863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110260148378569863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/deal-got-fixed.html' title='A deal got fixed…'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110257815408781779</id><published>2004-12-09T13:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:12:34.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Energy Tonic !</title><content type='html'>I have planned to change the banner of my blog sooner or later as I got bored with its look and feel. The following comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A comment on my last post, brought me to Vijay Bhaskar's Ripples with a rear view, nice name for a blog and must say..sporting one of the sexiest blog-banners I have seen."&lt;/blockquote&gt;found &lt;a href="http://www.jroller.com/page/debashish"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; made me to revoke my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the feeling of gulping one full bottle of energy tonic to go ahead with more posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyyyyyyy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110257815408781779?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110257815408781779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110257815408781779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/energy-tonic.html' title='Energy Tonic !'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110191170760555019</id><published>2004-12-01T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:05:07.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Say Dating ;-)</title><content type='html'>While I was in Chennai, I subscribed to BSNL's CellOne Mobile Service (A Govt.of India Enterprise). When I check for the account balance thru *123#, the reply message I used to get is something like this.."Your account balance is Rs.##.##. Your validty will expire on ##/##/####". In Mumbai I subscribed to the private provide Hutch/Orange. When I requested for the account balance, the message which I got is "Your Orange prepaid account balance is 3.17 Rs.  Call 123 &amp; say Dating" . Huuu Huuu ...Call 123 and say Dating ????!!!. Am wondering is this the same kind of message which the Hutch mobile users get in Chennai or this is something specific to MUMBAI ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask whether I called 123 and said "Dating". With Rs.3.17 as balance I dont want to take any chance. May be when I top up the account, I can call 123 and say "Dating". Will I or Wont  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) Nope I wont !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110191170760555019?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110191170760555019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110191170760555019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/12/say-dating.html' title='Say Dating ;-)'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110119990211587317</id><published>2004-11-23T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:21:42.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Well said Vijay !!!</title><content type='html'>You need not be a great philosopher or someone who can juggle with words to make some good, worthy and meaning full sentences.I have seen many times that when I sit back and re-read my previous chats, I really loved certain things which I said spontaneously, without second check. I thought that it would be good if I could register those in my blog so that it stands as a record of my thoughts and feeling were. Interestingly, I find that at times I also contradicts from what I said in some other circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is something which I said on having kids :-) ....&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:37:31 PM): Ok..but ..I dont think Ineed a baby just to take care of me at my old age..&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:37:37 PM): I cant expect such thingsfrom my kids..vj_bhaskar (10:38:07 PM): because the way of life maychange entirely after 20 years by the time he/she isgrown up&lt;br /&gt;My Chat Friend: so what do you expectfrom your child?&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:38:50 PM): I will cherish them love andcare...and I believe it will come back to me..&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:39:13 PM): if it dont comeback..well..i will always think I was not giftedenough..i cant blame them&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:39:35 PM): am ready to accept theground realities !vj_bhaskar (10:39:57 PM): I dont think a "Family" iscomplete without kids..&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:40:22 PM): I dont think parents havekids...and shower love to them..expecting some rewardfrom them in their older ages...&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (10:40:33 PM): A love to my kid isunconditional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is something which I said about myself...(am I really simple ??? ;-)....million dollar question !!!)&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (11:49:46 PM): Am a simple guy ! Tornbetween wishes..fantacy..and ground reality..&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (11:50:21 PM): a simple guy who finds hardto accept the reality in the way it is..&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (11:50:33 PM): but wish to have them theway he likes to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is on Love !&lt;br /&gt;vj_bhaskar (11:01:08 PM): Love is so complex ...Youcan't define...or box it in one container..andsay..this is what love is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wont say all those things which I said above falls in the "good, worthy and meaning full sentences" category, but still I find them somewhat interesting. Whats wrong in giving a pat on my own back.."Well said Vijay !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110119990211587317?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110119990211587317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110119990211587317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-said-vijay.html' title='Well said Vijay !!!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110069785505871279</id><published>2004-11-17T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:54:15.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Contrast ...Totally Contrast...</title><content type='html'>Hopefully I will be back to Chennai this New Year !!! Huuuu huuu...I got an intimation from the Project Head that I will be released from project coming Dec 31. But that puts me another big question. What next ? I dont see any sign of .Net projects in the Chennai center as of now. It would be good if the Chennai center would grab some projects in .Netby the time I reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..I thought I should mention something about my colleague who shares my guest house room in Mumbai. Well, am a early morning riser. He prefers to go to bed at around 12 or 1 midnight and wake uplate in the morning. Even if I wake him up and ask him to get ready before me...the answer would always be..."You finish off your bath and then wake me up". He always enjoyed that extra 15 - 20 mins morning sleep. If I need 10-15 mins to get ready and have my breakfast, he would require 20-25 mins. Food has never been a problem to me. Be it whatever, I have it, not giving much importance to the taste andalso I am always open to varieties. He is selective and doesn't try varieties. The result ..I always end up with a clean plate and he would always leave something left or never takes it. Come watching TV, I prefer to watch channels like History Channel, NGC , Discovery, V Channel(Music), MTV...and movie channels.He would always prefer the others, like StarSports, ESPN, DD Sports etc. To top it all...he is just crazy about watching WWF wrestling !!!. Totally contrast :-) but still we share the same room giving enough room for each others preferences and like. Another good experience at my stay at Mumbai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110069785505871279?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110069785505871279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110069785505871279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/11/contrast-totally-contrast.html' title='Contrast ...Totally Contrast...'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-110018040445887119</id><published>2004-11-11T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:10:04.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali away from Home ....</title><content type='html'>I dont remember whether I was ever away from my home during Deepavali(in North is called Diwali and its celebrated a day after its celebrated in my native...dunno why).&lt;br /&gt;According to Hindu Mythology Diwali celebrates Lord Rama's homecoming, which is his return to Ayodhya(his Kingdom) after14 years in exile and the defeat of the evil Ravana; following his corronation as king. This is the story behind Diwali in North. In Gujarat ( an North India state), the festival honours Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and in Bengal, it is associated with the goddess Kali&lt;br /&gt;I remember Deepavali in South is related to the killing of Narahasuran (an evil demon).&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, everywhere it signifies the renewal of life.&lt;br /&gt;In North, Diwali is colloquially known as the "festival of lights", celebrated with ubiquitous small oil lamps placed in courtyard, gardens, as well as on rooftops and outerwalls. But in  South we have a seperate occasion called "Karthigai", which soon follows in a week or two after Deepavali for lighting lamps.&lt;br /&gt;Say Deepavali...we think of home made sweets, savouries , new dress , and ofcourse FireCrackers !!!.&lt;br /&gt;This is how we celebrate Deepavali at my home. By the time I wake up early in the morning say 4.30 am or 5.00 am , Mom and Dad would be busy preparing the final sweets and savouries. After a small pooja(with a small bowl of oil place before God(s)), dad used to apply Oil on everyones head. Having Oil bath on Deepavali is a long held tradition. Taking Oil bathin the early morning with Sikakai powder (we dont use Shampoo on this occasion to keep up with the tradition) would be sooo refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone baths, the next to happen is the Deepavali Pooja...we used to offer Sweets and savouries made special for thisoccasion to God(s). Once the pooja is over, now its the turn to collect our New Dress from Mom and Dad after getting their blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Fully glad in new dress (inclusive of vests and briefs ;-)  ), its customary to burst the longest fire cracker brought forthe festival , and here the celebration begins. Next few hours will be to finish off the Crackers that burst out with loudnoise.&lt;br /&gt;TV channels will be competing one another to offer different kinds of special programs. The day goes with such programsand munching the sweets.&lt;br /&gt;Come evening , its time to for Fireworks and Crackers that light up the night. The day ends with burning the left over boxes of crackers to ward off evil.&lt;br /&gt;Well...I miss all these fun and thrills siting here at Mumbai. Deepavali was at its best when me, my sis , dad and Mom wereall at one place as a family. Things have changed a lot once Sis got married and went to USA. Deepavalies which came after did not have that much fun which we had earlier.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am siting at Mumbai, Sis at USA and MOM and Dad at Chennai...its still worse.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we are...the festive spirit, fun and expectation remains the same. Thats Deepavali. I am happy for this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-110018040445887119?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110018040445887119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/110018040445887119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/11/deepavali-away-from-home.html' title='Deepavali away from Home ....'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109964081439541176</id><published>2004-11-05T13:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:16:54.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something Special ;-)</title><content type='html'>Good that I got some resource to post today ...guess what ? Its my BirthDay !!! 5th of November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying away from home, am posting this from my Mumbai office. Dad and Mom were the first to call me. Mom said , she has got a Shirt for me :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponmani surprised me with a early morning call, followed by Venkatesh Babu's SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Sis greeted me thru her personal mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing OLDER ! grrrrrrr... but atleast lemme pray God to make me grow wiser as I grow older !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109964081439541176?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109964081439541176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109964081439541176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-special.html' title='Something Special ;-)'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109776428154578276</id><published>2004-10-14T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:01:21.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its not Pune but now its Mumbai !!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update ...&lt;br /&gt;There are three changes in my proposed deputation..&lt;br /&gt;1.The Place&lt;br /&gt;2.The Date&lt;br /&gt;3.The mode of transport.&lt;br /&gt;Yes..I have been asked to go to Mumbai instead of Pune(change in place) on 18th ie Monday(change in date) by Air(change in mode of transport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109776428154578276?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109776428154578276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109776428154578276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-pune-but-now-its-mumbai.html' title='Its not Pune but now its Mumbai !!!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109707380915034208</id><published>2004-10-06T20:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:13:29.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I really miss my blog :-(</title><content type='html'>If I could open my blog site from Home..I would have....&lt;br /&gt;If I have got system and internet connection at office ..I would have...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED MY BLOG ..heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list such "Ifs" and "buts"...for taking such a looooong break from my blog. But be it any reasons... am not here to justify it. Yes I was away for the simple reason I didnt get the Free resource(internet connectivity) as I got in my previous company. But that doesn't mean thats it I will never update my blog again!! Nope never I do that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, am updating this blog from a private browsing center at Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;May be in a week or two I will be updating this from Syntel, Pune.&lt;br /&gt;Huhuuu..Yes..I will be going on a deputation for 2 months to Pune for the completion of a project. Looking forward to the trip. &lt;br /&gt;Will keeping updating the happenings as and when i find resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot more to share ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109707380915034208?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109707380915034208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109707380915034208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-really-miss-my-blog.html' title='I really miss my blog :-('/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109422168071335801</id><published>2004-09-03T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:58:00.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Held Up..</title><content type='html'>Been busy with work...will be posting on Sunday...if i could wrap up the work by Saturday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109422168071335801?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109422168071335801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109422168071335801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/09/held-up.html' title='Held Up..'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109404608999366292</id><published>2004-09-01T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:11:29.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just give me a call and ...I will be there....</title><content type='html'>I have never been a voracious reader of story books rather be books of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;Thou off late I picked up the habit of reading books still I feel its not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I envy ppl carrying some books with them and reading thru it while traveling in a bus or a train. While they were busy reading I would be watching ppl around. Its not that I hate reading while traveling, I enjoy more in watching ppl and gazing thru the window than confining myself to the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think of short stories, ChickenSoup series is the one which comes to my mind. Just fascinating. They had a profound impact on me once I finished reading a single story. For those who love to read such short stories, you can &lt;a href="http://www.soupserver.com/ind.html"&gt;register here &lt;/a&gt;your email address. A story a day in your email box! Sounds good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you were running short of words to express your feelings ? Thanks to the umpteen free e-card galleries available in the web. They really comes handy for those who are not gifted enough to put thoughts in decorative words. But a personalized e-card or card always has an edge. How about short poems which express us on our behalf ? For poems That Say I Love You...&lt;a href="http://www.short-love-poem.com/"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another touchy Poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one is there for you., And you think no one cares...&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world walks out on you., And you think you're alone..&lt;br /&gt;I will be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you care about the most., Could care less about you..&lt;br /&gt;When the one you gave your heart to., Throws it in your face..&lt;br /&gt;I will be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the person you trusted., Betrays you...&lt;br /&gt;When the person you share all your memories with., Hurts you...&lt;br /&gt;I will be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you need is a Friend, To listen to you...&lt;br /&gt;When all you need is someone., To catch your tears...&lt;br /&gt;I will be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart beats so bad., You can't even breathe...&lt;br /&gt;When you just want to curl up and die...&lt;br /&gt;I will be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry., After hearing that sad song...&lt;br /&gt;When the tears just wont stop falling down...&lt;br /&gt;I will be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see I will be there untill the end...&lt;br /&gt;This is a promise I can make...&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me, Just give me a call and ...&lt;br /&gt;I will be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh by the way...my mobile no is +91 9444172519  Just give me a call and ...I will be there....hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109404608999366292?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109404608999366292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109404608999366292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-give-me-call-and-i-will-be-there.html' title='Just give me a call and ...I will be there....'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109393463527771725</id><published>2004-08-31T13:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-30T20:33:22.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I lose myself in your beautiful eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=302830"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes pictures speak more than words...&lt;br /&gt;But still I found this poem would fit in for this magical eye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/302830_bb43706bdc_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Just To Be With You&lt;br /&gt;by: Bobby Allen to: My angel of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;in your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;I cant pull away&lt;br /&gt;even if I wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect&lt;br /&gt;in every way&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you&lt;br /&gt;just makes my day&lt;br /&gt;You came to me&lt;br /&gt;from the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;You flew in on wings&lt;br /&gt;my angel of love&lt;br /&gt;When nothing seems&lt;br /&gt;to go quite right&lt;br /&gt;and I no longercan see the light&lt;br /&gt;I look uponyour angelic face&lt;br /&gt;and I'm taken away&lt;br /&gt;to a far better place&lt;br /&gt;I cherish&lt;br /&gt;every word you've said&lt;br /&gt;You move me&lt;br /&gt;like the music I play in my head&lt;br /&gt;In this world of false truths&lt;br /&gt;I know only one thing true&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;None of the poems which i post here are written by me. Though a poet doesn't exists in me. I love poetic things. A girl's eyes is always a poetic mystery...You never know what lies beneath it.&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/8058691-109393463527771725?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109393463527771725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109393463527771725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-lose-myself-in-your-beautiful-eyes.html' title='I lose myself in your beautiful eyes!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109392807776635857</id><published>2004-08-31T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:24:37.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Sis Knows me better :-)</title><content type='html'>The results for the poll "Will Vijay Blog daily ?" reads Total 6 Votes: Yes 5:  No:1. Since the poll doesn't track who voted for what I was left to guess about who would have voted "No". Yesterday I received a mail from my sis saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"I saw your webpage and I'm glad you are updating it every day because I think, I'm the one who voted" no "  on the poll."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction was mixed. I am glad to know that she is checking my blog daily but was little sad and surprised since she voted a "No" for my poll.  But she has got her points to validate her choice. I have never been consistent in any of my new endeavours. Be it doing exercise in the morning or going to the local gym or doing meditation I have never prolonged more than couple of months. I always had excusess for my lazyness. But she wished I dont put the same face to this blogging activity. Hopefully I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I opened up my blog to some of my friends. Anyone who visits do make your presence be felt by adding  a tag or adding up comments. All your comments and tags will surely pep me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109392807776635857?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109392807776635857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109392807776635857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-sis-knows-me-better.html' title='My Sis Knows me better :-)'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109386219379836772</id><published>2004-08-30T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:03:07.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Scropio ??!!!</title><content type='html'>This is something which in mentioned in the "Watch out for future Posts" column. Here we go. Its all about being a Scorpio Man!!. Astrology, Zodiac Signs, Moon Sings, Sun Sings, Predictions etc etc...though I am not a strong believer in these things, offlate I picked some interest in knowing what these Zodiac Sign predictions has got to offer me. While discussing this topic with Rajaraman (surprisingly he is a scorpio too !!),one of my friend , he send me the following which speaks about the general characteristics of a Scorpio Man. I think he picked this article from &lt;a href="http://www.sunncity.com/Horoscope/Scorpio-Man.Html"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt;. Seems this article speaks about a Scorpio Man for a girl who wants to know about the general characteristic of the same. I took some time in analysing , relating and contradicting with the views which were posted in the writeup. For the sake of easy understanding I have added my own comments in Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man with a foggy clouds over him. He is sensitive and easily hurt and always feels lonely&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.(Thats a BullsEye !!!. Yes I have heard my friends saying this me being tooo senti...and reacting much. Lonely ??!! Yes am still waiting for my little angel ! hahahahaha. Hope she wont let me feel alone once she is into my life. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not trust anyone but himself. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Noooooo I do trust ppl and I have trusted some and when I found my trust was not worth enough I felt hurt ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounding so negative, but he has an amazingly charisma&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.(Really do i ??? Vijay's cheeks turn red..am I blushing ?)&lt;/span&gt; He is a compassionate man .&lt;br /&gt;He absorbs other people sentimental feeling and pain.&lt;br /&gt;He is a good psychiatrist and he could understand complex and confused feeling. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;( Yes correct, when I listen to other...I empathise. When some of my online friends discuss issues with me, they have always felt that I helped them in looking into differenct perspective).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a hidden power that he could use it to make things happen and do things well. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(LOL...first I need to find where my hidden power is ...man I really wish to do things well...awwwww most of the time things doesnt seems to happen the way I expected.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He does not like people who never try to help themselves before asking other people for favors. He is the type of guy who mostly achieved his goal in life&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.(Oh Really ??? am nowhere near my goal now ! hic hic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once he sets his mind for something, he will put all his energy and efforts in it , whether or not it is a small matter or a big project. One of the most success man in all the Zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;He is a very patient man and can waits for years to reach his goal. He hates thin feeling and weak determinations. He can not retreat or rest for long, for he thinks life has more questions and more answer to be searched.&lt;br /&gt;He hardly makes mistake. He could tell if you have any bad thought, and will not hesitate to tell you so. If you do not like straight forward sincere man, then pack your bag now. If you are an over sensitive person, try not to ask for his comments. He will tell you the truth, even you might not be able to take it. Example , if you ask him if you are fat (and you are fat), he will say "yes, as big as a balloon". He makes such comments because he cares for you, so do something about your weight and do not get up set with him.&lt;br /&gt;If he says "you look pretty today", you can be proud because he will not say such think just to please you if he does not really mean it. There will be both kind of people, those who like him and those who hate him. If you are in love this guy, be strong and belief in your decision, do not be vulnerable. He remembers all his anger and will wait for his pay back time.&lt;br /&gt;He is very serious about your promise, do not promise something you could not keep. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;( Yes :-( if you promise me anything please keep it. When you promise I start expecting and when my expectations fails....I feel hurt and I react...How do I react ? I really dont have the answer for this. I may go nuts and silly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He loves his friends and will do anything for his close friends. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Should I say anthing more for you my dear FRIENDS ??? :- ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He is a complex man and you will never understand what he means if you do not really know him. He is happy to know he is a complex figure&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.(Yes whats wrong in it huh ??? Sounding arrogant huh ?)&lt;/span&gt;When he is thinking or when he needs his privacy, you should give him some space.&lt;br /&gt;Something on Love&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;If he is in love, you will get plenty of love from him, sometimes may be too much than you have asked for. He is serious about love and relationship and will not waste time with someone he does not love whether how pretty she is.When he falls in love, he really falls deep. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(hahahahah...hope that I wont get hurt when i fall that deeeeep. I hear someone says "Love Hurts Vijay ...never fall in it.)&lt;/span&gt;A man in this Zodiac once in love, he will be sweeter than sugar. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;( No you are wrong man...sweeter than honey...hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;He does not like a plain and simple woman&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.(Does one such really exits ??? Plain and Simple Woman ???!!!)&lt;/span&gt;A complex woman's mind is his venture. Always be interesting and able to talk to him about every things in any subjects. He does not like a woman who sits around waiting for his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Though its normally said that Scorpio's dont reveal much about themselves. I opened up just for being different. I tend to differ. Just for the sake of being different ( another trait for a Scorpio ;-( hehehehe). I have revealed some part of ME. But again DONT JUDGE ME based on whatever I have said...you can always expect the unexpected. Just for the simple reason ..I am a Scorpiooooooo !!!! huuu huuuuu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109386219379836772?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109386219379836772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109386219379836772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/scropio.html' title='A Scropio ??!!!'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109385753720946729</id><published>2004-08-30T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:48:57.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Away from hustle and bustle....</title><content type='html'>Am back to office ! Been away from the hustle and bustle of city life for 2 days. Visited couple of Temples(around my native) with Mom and Dad. As I promised...am here blogging. Karaikal is becoming more of a town influenced by City's way of life. I could see mushroom growth of fast food outlets, Browsing Centers , CD shops...hmmm its happening there. Dad and Mom always wished to get settled in this town where he was born and brought up. As like any other parents , they put my welfare before their own preferences and now they are living with me in the city Chennai. "Vijay...once we find a girl for you and you start living your new life...we would go back to Karaikal"--&gt; Mom often used to say this. I dont comment for this to her, for she knows that I wont let that happen unless situations really demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received the acceptance of my resignation officially from the HR Head staing ..."Dear Vijay Bhaskar,With reference to your intimation of resignation received on 23 August 2004, kindly note that you can be relieved at close of work on 10 Sep 2004." My process of getting relieved has been smooth. I have got another 9 working days for my present company !!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109385753720946729?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109385753720946729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109385753720946729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/away-from-hustle-and-bustle.html' title='Away from hustle and bustle....'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109367261441680915</id><published>2004-08-28T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T11:26:54.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From my native .."Karaikal"</title><content type='html'>Am at my native "Karaikal" now. Will be posting in detail when i am back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109367261441680915?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109367261441680915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109367261441680915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/from-my-native-karaikal.html' title='From my native ..&quot;Karaikal&quot;'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109352533311150962</id><published>2004-08-26T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-31T09:43:28.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I Short tempered ??? :-(</title><content type='html'>Am running on my heels. Good that Maharajan called me up and reminded about today's post.&lt;br /&gt;Planned to leave office by 7.00 but its already 6.15 now. Am not making to Madurai College this time as Justus informed me this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"28th is parent - Teachers meet in our college.unfortunately it is scheduled to be held i the morningsession&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;Iam very sorry da...it seems there is no alternate arrangement to conductthe lecture. One thing i'll do:if next saturday is a working day i'll surely call you and fix up the date&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;So because of this my Madurai Plan is getting postponed. :-( Bit sad thou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109352533311150962?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109352533311150962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109352533311150962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/am-i-short-tempered.html' title='Am I Short tempered ??? :-('/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109344298809790855</id><published>2004-08-25T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-25T19:39:48.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Face Lift for my blog :-)</title><content type='html'>Its always a great feeling to see the kids dressed up in the best available outfits when they are going out for a party.  I was wondering how would the mother feel like when dressing up her kid.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced one such feeling when i spent quite some time adding features to my 1 day old kid...my blog. I dont know whether I would be keeping all those added features in the days to come. But still...the face lift for my blog came out very well. Thanks to all the freebies .&lt;br /&gt;My blog looks choooo  cute illa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..it was a happening day in my office too. Today I met my Group Head personally and requested him for the smooth relieving process. Hope everything goes fine. I was bit worried about the kind of treatment other colleagues got once they submitted their resignation. Wish me that nothing such things&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;happens in my case .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"The audience are final year BE/BTech and MCAStudents,some around 30 in number. Just let them know * Corporate Culture* Handling Projects as team member* How to face GDs and Interviews, like tranform from Student to a professional." --&gt; email from Justus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was supposed to handle these things to the students of a college at Madurai where my friend Justus  is working as a lecturer. Though i didn't prepare much on this topic I was looking forward to such interaction with students as I did't have such opportunities after my PG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Justus also came out with the itenary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"come early morning to mdu.refreshments in my home. function starts at 10:30 AM2 hrs show. Lunch with Principal. Afternoon Joot to myhome. Take rest and the rest is yours."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes fine I would be meeting the students coming Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this poem lately ...worth sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A Friend Most True&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I need to know if you're my true friend,&lt;br /&gt;will you be by my side until the end?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my secrets deep,&lt;br /&gt;and trust them in your heart you'll keep?&lt;br /&gt;We are neither of us without our flaws,&lt;br /&gt;can you accept mine as I will yours?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a shoulder to cry on when you're blue,&lt;br /&gt;will you be there for me when I need you?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy I will make time for you,&lt;br /&gt;if you are busy will you make time for me too?&lt;br /&gt;I will take your hand and comfort your tears,&lt;br /&gt;will you hold me and soothe my fears?&lt;br /&gt;I will give you joy and many warm smiles,&lt;br /&gt;can we share that even across many miles?&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget what's important to you,&lt;br /&gt;will you remember what's important to me too?&lt;br /&gt;With you my most favourite things I'll share,&lt;br /&gt;If only I know do you truly care?&lt;br /&gt;If you can accept me as I do you,&lt;br /&gt;then I will know you are a friend most true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109344298809790855?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109344298809790855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109344298809790855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/face-lift-for-my-blog.html' title='Face Lift for my blog :-)'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058691.post-109334150546993207</id><published>2004-08-24T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:26:41.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Here I Start....To Stay !</title><content type='html'>It has taken such a long time for me to be here blogging. "Compulsive procastination " --&gt; could i say this as a reason ? . Whateva it may be. Here I am ....to stay in the days to come . What am i going to achieve ? What I look forward to ? Why blogging ? Lots of "W" question running across my mind. Hmmm..yes I do have a wish list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my blog to be tagged in fellow bloggers list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my friends and family members to read thru this to know me. (I doubt whether I really let them know...coz i have never been such.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet loads and loads of friends ...who could wish me Happy Birthday !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man...am struck here. Is blogging that difficult ???. Going to be tougher in the days to come. But am not going to take chances. Hope I wont let a day pass by without making a note here !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have given my resignation at my present company "Calsoft" yesterday. Am supposed to join the new Company Syntel Inc., by September 20 th 2004. Mom and dad would be the happiest to know about me getting new offer. They were all busy in thanking all their gods with temple visit and archanas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reserve the blog post on me getting an offer from Syntel ;-) . Will be making it in the days to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I have submitted to my Group Head. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Resignation Letter !!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;August 23, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;S.Vijay Bhaskar,&lt;br /&gt;Software Engineer,&lt;br /&gt;California Software Co Ltd.,&lt;br /&gt;Chennai -600113.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ravi Kumar,&lt;br /&gt;Vice President&lt;br /&gt;(Technical),&lt;br /&gt;California Software Co Ltd. ,&lt;br /&gt;Chennai -600113.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am announcing my resignation from&lt;br /&gt;Calsoft, effective August 23, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving the firm because I&lt;br /&gt;have been offered and accepted an opportunity that I feel is beneficial to my&lt;br /&gt;career and to my family life. The position I have been offered provides me with&lt;br /&gt;greater responsibility, good pay package, and new challenges that I wish to&lt;br /&gt;pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective September 13, 2004, I will be employed with the&lt;br /&gt;new Company and I look forward to the opportunity and challenge I have been&lt;br /&gt;offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences working for Calsoft have been enjoyable and&lt;br /&gt;educational. I have enjoyed working with many of the staff members and I have&lt;br /&gt;learned a number of valuable lessons through my experiences here. The&lt;br /&gt;experiences I have gained through my employment here have certainly provided me&lt;br /&gt;with positive lessons to use throughout in my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly do the&lt;br /&gt;needful to relieve me from the present employment. I shall remain with the&lt;br /&gt;company till September 10th 2004 to complete any unfinished assignments and tie&lt;br /&gt;up all loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my employment with Calsoft has been a&lt;br /&gt;positive experience for me professionally and personally. I wish continued&lt;br /&gt;success to California Software Co Ltd. and&lt;br /&gt;Calsoftians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;S.Vijay Bhaskar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058691-109334150546993207?l=mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109334150546993207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058691/posts/default/109334150546993207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mevijaybhaskar.blogspot.com/2004/08/here-i-startto-stay.html' title='Here I Start....To Stay !'/><author><name>vj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396057693662007694</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></entry></feed>
