<?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-32821162</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:52:32.222+11:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few thoughts!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>a set of thoughts &amp; opinions... mine of course!

the person reading has to agree or agree to disagree with few or all!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-8577533326471736095</id><published>2010-01-17T11:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:26:21.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Festival - AR Rahman</title><content type='html'>This is how our city looks in summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the tag line of the Sydney Festival. This is the festival of arts &amp;amp; culture that started in 1977. I heard about it last year &amp;amp; I was not so keen on going for it. Nothing really motivated me to go. But this year its huge &amp;amp; it had AR Rahman &amp;amp; something called The Mangniyar Seduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I heard about these events my ears popped up and I was really keen on knowing what exactly happens. I had the opportunity to chat with a few people organising the festival &amp;amp; got to understand that the effort that goes into the festival is huge. The preparation for the 2011 festival has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to understand that the new Director - Lindy Hume is making the festival multicultural &amp;amp; getting artists from all around the world. Sydney Festival 2010 has artists from about 20 countries. They have 360 performances and 80 events happening this year... some events are free. Josephine Ridge, the General Manager of Sydney Festival mentioned that they have 2000 staff members on the opening and 300 artists performing. Just imagine the scale of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AR Rahman concert was free from all &amp;amp; was at Parramatta Park. The park was jam packed with not just Indians but everyone who loves Rahman. He came with his troupe which included Hariharan, Sadhna Sargam, Shweta Pandit, Ryhannah, Lush, and many more... I don't remember the names... The enthusiasm of the audience was unmatched. Hariharan wanted to play a game to decide which side of audience is better... after the short game he asked Rahman who is the winner... Rahman said all are winners... Today is a night to celebrate &amp;amp; everyone is a winner! Rahman called it the concert of peace and friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a great gesture from the side of the Australian Government. They have got A R Rahman &amp;amp; his troupe to perform for the audience of Australia for free... It is indeed a very good gesture of friendship and peace. I hope this gesture is a beginning of better relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like Rahman said in his press conference:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good will will change things for better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in knowing about the rest of the events of the festival visit - &lt;a href="http://www.sydenyfestival.org.au"&gt;Sydney Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-8577533326471736095?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/8577533326471736095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2010/01/sydney-festival-ar-rahman.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8577533326471736095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8577533326471736095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2010/01/sydney-festival-ar-rahman.html' title='Sydney Festival - AR Rahman'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-373273263473576258</id><published>2009-11-26T22:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:33:18.492+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I got this poem as a fwd when I was in college... It couldn't have come at a better time... I was going thru a lot of crap... this just confirmed some of the already existing thoughts &amp;amp; added a few... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;It might sound a little negative... but you know what... its the truth &amp;amp; it brings a smile on my face when I read it... I hope it does the same to many people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I'VE LEARNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;and it only takes suspicion... not proof, to destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;After that, you'd better have a big willy of huge boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;They are more screwed up than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've learned that we are responsible for what we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;unless, we are celebrities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and most of the less important ones just never go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-373273263473576258?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/373273263473576258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-learned.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/373273263473576258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/373273263473576258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-4052887500637639833</id><published>2009-06-03T10:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:15:09.918+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhiskeham</title><content type='html'>As a kid I was a terror especially when it came to food... Making me have food took a lot of efforts &amp;amp; exercise... I am sure I digested all the food while having it. The digestion of food is also applicable to the people who tried to feed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this one time when my mom lost her temper... I don't blame her... hehehe... read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Tripuniturai (a town in Kerala) for the summer vacation... one night, after feeding me dinner my mom wanted me to have a glass of milk or buttermilk or a cup of yogurt... At first I refused to have either of the three choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of persuasion and a little bit of scolding I agreed to have milk... When she got the glass of warm milk I changed my mind to yogurt... When she got a cup of yogurt I changed my mind to buttermilk... Again she went and got a glass of that... At that point I went back to my first choice of milk...  Patiently, she got me the milk again and I refused again... That was the boiling point I guess... The whole glass of milk got emptied on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back I wonder why that did not happen sooner... She also had to listen to her mom (my grand mom) scold her for the act... poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her for all the patience she had with a brat like me... I hope I can be more like her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first &amp;amp; last pal abhishekam!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-4052887500637639833?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/4052887500637639833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/06/abhiskeham.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/4052887500637639833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/4052887500637639833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/06/abhiskeham.html' title='Abhiskeham'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-5163052486481370528</id><published>2009-06-03T10:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:27:36.947+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy Strongest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/SiXRaXyJI2I/AAAAAAAAC-4/953hFdPOstA/s1600-h/daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/SiXRaXyJI2I/AAAAAAAAC-4/953hFdPOstA/s320/daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342906783936095074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us would have heard a little kid say this on TV... When I see that I remember a little incident that happened more than 2 decades ago... I think I was 5 or 6 I am not sure of the age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Rajnikant &amp;amp; Amitabh Bachchan for all the fights &amp;amp; stunts they pulled on movies... I actually thought movies were real... that's a different story... which I might narrate later in a separate story... Like I said I was a very big fan of the superstars but the biggest superstar was still my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought that he got all his energy from the Rasam rice he used to have and I was a big fan of rasam rice because of that. Once at a family dinner I was only hogging on rasam sadam and I was asked why am I not having anything else... At that time I commented "You know why my father is so strong... its because he eats loads and loads of rasam sadam and I also wanna be like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That comment invited a roar of laughter and even now with my Mami &amp;amp; cousins it stirs up a warm memory and a sweet smile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what... rasam sadam or not this girl stays firm on "My Daddy Strongest!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-5163052486481370528?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/5163052486481370528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-daddy-strongest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/5163052486481370528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/5163052486481370528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-daddy-strongest.html' title='My Daddy Strongest!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/SiXRaXyJI2I/AAAAAAAAC-4/953hFdPOstA/s72-c/daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-7648175072922268559</id><published>2009-05-08T18:12:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:48:03.369+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What India means to me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/SgPxTyWf0SI/AAAAAAAAC84/cXy-5MsDBY4/s1600-h/2217457135_a18d56df22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/SgPxTyWf0SI/AAAAAAAAC84/cXy-5MsDBY4/s320/2217457135_a18d56df22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333371705972740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;INDIA… a land where I was born… a land that holds my precious childhood and adolescence… a land that holds my family and friends… a land which I call HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the variety, colour and festivities that you will find there. Each state there is like a country within itself with different culture, food, language, festivals, etc. One can find a unique blend of culture and modernism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are villages with lower infrastructures but I have seen the progress in some villages I visited this time.  I want to believe that it is improving and India is rising and shining!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIA for me that corner or room in your house which you call your own... that special spot in your home where you are so comfortable how ever it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is that makes it so special… may be it is the family, the friends or just the surroundings.. whatever it is I am in love with the total package called INDIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-7648175072922268559?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/7648175072922268559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-india-means-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/7648175072922268559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/7648175072922268559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-india-means-to-me.html' title='What India means to me!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/SgPxTyWf0SI/AAAAAAAAC84/cXy-5MsDBY4/s72-c/2217457135_a18d56df22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-2191117517400725310</id><published>2008-12-23T16:33:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:26:51.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the meanwhile!!!</title><content type='html'>We all go through ups &amp;amp; downs in life... life is all about that.. sometimes you feel like you are ruling the world &amp;amp; sometimes you feel you are being ruled over or even been run over but that huge machine that is used to lay roads... the one with the iron wheels!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny... that in that case we are like the cartoons... even after we have been flattened by that huge monster we tend to get up &amp;amp; puff ourselves back to our original shape &amp;amp; get ready to rule again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are ruling you don't really have a lot of time left after taking care of all the affairs of your kingdom... but the time is in abundance when you are being ruled... you get to think about how unfair your ruler is &amp;amp; how you have to put up with his crap &amp;amp; so on &amp;amp; so forth and you feel very very low! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this stage you hear a whole load of people trying to cheer you up... you mostly hear things like... "Oh, its just a phase"... "this too will pass" ... "don't worry way too much about it" ... "cheer up" ... "blah"... "blah"... "blah"...  all with good intentions of course! Now this is the part where I have some doubts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does one do during this low phase... apart from carrying out the 'so called' mean orders from the ruler... The question is "what do I do till the damn phase passes???" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some might say "Wait for it to pass"... Good idea... but you are already waiting!!! So what next??? I have also  realised thats when you are waiting your mind rents out its space to a someone called 'devil' and you land up doing things that you regret!!! And after you become the ruler again you wouldn't want have those regrets, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, WHAT DO I DO IN THE MEANWHILE????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do post in your thoughts so it might help a lot of people going through "the phase"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-2191117517400725310?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/2191117517400725310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-meanwhile.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/2191117517400725310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/2191117517400725310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-meanwhile.html' title='In the meanwhile!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-982631774266688476</id><published>2008-10-16T14:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:16:32.440+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>I have been hitting my head hard on how to start this... this should not be difficult... it is the most simple topic... its almost like an open book exam!!! Or maybe, that’s’ the problem... I know way too much that I don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile and a soft voice that woke me every morning and when I did not get up it was his hand yero (going up) plane &amp;amp; yenrego (going down) plane that would tickle me out of the bed either ways I woke up with a smile. The most adorable people... the two people who are responsible for the existence of my bro &amp;amp; me... My Amma and Appa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they looked into each others eyes one could feel the love that they had... it was like 'love was in the air' around them. There was so much of it with them that they showered it on everyone they knew and that is what made them so special. We are really happy to get the share of love from them (a big share!) Even in the most difficult situations they would smile &amp;amp; make us smile with them. I hardly remember a time when I asked for something and it was not given... except when I wanted to go out &amp;amp; play during my exams &amp;amp; I was not allowed to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma, she was this person who could transform to whatever age she wants... everyone could relate to her &amp;amp; she could relate to everyone. Her cooking was just as amazing as she was! She would play with us... tell us stories... teach us how to fight a bully... make us study... take care of every need that we ever had. She was one of the friendliest people, you could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would ensure that all our demands… either spoken or unspoken were always met. Everything, especially food items would be there as soon as we asked for it… if we asked for it in the morning it would be on the table when we come back from school. She hated the fact that we had to visit our neighbor’s place to watch TV and made sure that there was a TV at our place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I can faintly hear her recite 'narayaneeyam' every evening. She didn't have to make special efforts to make us feel special... it came naturally to her! A comforting smile and a warm hug from her made us feel so special.... I crave for that warmth sometimes! She was one of the friendliest and enterprising people I have ever known. In spite of her ill health &amp;amp; the bad financial condition at home she would face the world with a big broad smile and a courageous heart... She is my idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appa, he was a gem... a person who would scold us and then later sit &amp;amp; explain why we got punished and what did we do wrong. He reasoned that if we knew what we did wrong we would do it again and, it worked! In spite of all the traveling &amp;amp; touring he would make sure that we are taken to the park or some place for us to enjoy... btw he was the same guy who took me for a picnic one day and once we finished the food in the basket… which was within 45 mins of reaching the park… we were back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was and is my best friend... he knew everything possible about me... how... I told him... I never felt odd talking to him about anything... he had given us so much space and his efforts were always to make us more &amp;amp; more strong and independent! It was always his shoulder I used to cry my heart out... he would never ask me to stop crying but wait patiently stroking my head now &amp;amp; then indicating his presence &amp;amp; that was his way of consoling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a logical explanation for everything and he would make sure that we know the reason why we are doing something. Starting from why we got punished at a particular situation to why we should do a particular ritual at a temple &amp;amp; so on! He was an ocean of knowledge... his ideas were always very novel and has pulled me out of issues at almost any situation be it at work or at play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4 I used to think that my Appa knew everything and was the strongest man alive even better than Rajnikant or Amitabh Bachchan because he ate a lot of rasam sadam. But now, I have realised that it is not the rasam sadam but he is like that by nature! MY DADDY STRONGEST!!! I am my father's biggest fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was not for the Big Guy who decided to call them back I could have learnt so much more from them and I could have used a little bit of advice from both of them. We have 3 mothers who have given us loads &amp;amp; loads love and the affection... and made sure that we have become strong individuals but…you know what… I could have used two more parents... We don’t really mind being more pampered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean while, I have another plan... so what if the Big Guy played his trick... I am going to get few people who were close to them to tell me more about them so that I can know them better from other's eyes... With their charming personality &amp;amp; loveable nature it is very difficult for people not to get influenced by them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This write up is a prelude for the blog that my brother and I want to launch for our parents (all 5 of them) &amp;amp; our family. I would request all people reading this to help with ideas, thoughts, pictures (if any), incident, anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-982631774266688476?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/982631774266688476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/982631774266688476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/982631774266688476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-fairy-tale.html' title='A Real Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-665614586441437932</id><published>2008-08-19T16:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:33:28.491+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY TO GET ECO FRIENDLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In this age where everyone is talking about being eco-friendly ideas and practices I experienced very strange banking process with Deutsche Bank (DB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother living in Mumbai used to receive my statements &amp;amp; bills while I am away. Since he has moved out of the current location I wanted to make sure my statements do not land up with the leased owners. For this purpose I spoke to banks and other service providers to send me their statements &amp;amp; bills online which happened very quickly &amp;amp; in some cases they gave some percent off on the bill. But the cherry on the cake is DB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need to get eco friendly &amp;amp; stop my paper correspondence with DB then I have to pay a price... ain't that interesting to note... to get them to spend less on you, you pay 100 odd bucks every month. What a thought??? And what responsibility!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span&gt;I found it ridiculous &amp;amp; I am no more a privileged customer of DB. When there is so much of competition around and other banks who are willing to provide better services why should you get stuck up with such a service... its a different story of you don't have an option!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaago grahak jaago... my small contribution to the campaign!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-665614586441437932?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/665614586441437932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/08/pay-to-get-eco-friendly.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/665614586441437932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/665614586441437932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/08/pay-to-get-eco-friendly.html' title='PAY TO GET ECO FRIENDLY'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-3231740996562664741</id><published>2008-08-06T05:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:21:10.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Simplicity!!!</title><content type='html'>Simple living &amp;amp; High thinking... a quote I've heard so many times... I am not sure if I have seen anyone follow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most want a simple life without any complications... I wonder if they really understand what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'simple'&lt;/span&gt; stands for? And when they themselves create all the complications I am not sure how a simple life can be achieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play mind games... we wont go &amp;amp; ask what happened... we try to source out information... how simple is it to say sorry or thank you or to say a few kind words... but we don't do any of it... we play games and complaint that our life is so damn complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who say that why should we tell our family and our loved ones we love them... they already know... if we tell them will the love increase or decrease? hmmm... neither... but the person you tell it to will feel cared for and happy! So simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a question of "Is there a need?" arises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need for what... need to make a person happy or expressing your love... in both the cases maybe there is no need... then probably there is no need for children to be told that you love them... why do you need to hug them or kiss them or get them gifts? Don't they know? There is no need for husband &amp;amp; wife to stay together... after marriage they should fall in love if there is no need for expression then what is the point in staying together... We all have 6th sense we all should know who loves us &amp;amp; who doesn't... isn't it? HuH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things in life where actions speak louder than words... and some things in life don't have a reason. In fact, they don't need to have a reason... one should do it because one feels like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile... laugh... cry... hug... kiss... splurge... make others happy... express your love... shop... have an ice cream... get wet in the rain... fight with your sibling... crack stupid jokes &amp;amp; laugh endlessly on them... giggle... have a pastries &amp;amp; chocolates... buy flowers for yourself or gift it to others... cry on sad &amp;amp; stupid movies... dance... sing... fight with your partner... make up all fights... shout... run carelessly... in short enjoy... as simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't add complications by thinking what people might think... if you are approved some place you are disapproved in some... why add complications by thinking what some person might or might not think... for all you know no one disapproved... its just your thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life everything boils down to contentment &amp;amp; satisfaction... But we never get them because we look at big things... investments... property... planning... retirement... education... in this whole thing the big picture hides the little joy giving moments... the love glances... the giggles &amp;amp; laughs... and many such countless moments are lost &amp;amp; missed in the process of achieving goal after goal... And in solving complicated self created questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so rightly said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "it is so simple to be happy but so difficult to be simple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-3231740996562664741?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/3231740996562664741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/08/difficult-simplicity.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3231740996562664741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3231740996562664741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/08/difficult-simplicity.html' title='Difficult Simplicity!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-7488111529183049711</id><published>2008-03-16T20:32:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:04:39.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Which School???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When someone asks a silly question which has a damn obvious answer or behave as if they have come from an alien planet the first question you wanna ask... where the hell did you get education... or more so... did you even get educated???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After moving to Sydney from the busy life of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I started noticing people and their behaviour! Soon realised that people here have a very narrow outlook... I've heard that Australia is a very friendly place.. ALL BULLSHIT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People here are totally racists... there have been few occasions within a year... we encountered a set of kids at a place called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lithgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who yelled at us, called us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Niggers&lt;/span&gt; and spit looking at us... apparently at school we learn tolerance &amp;amp; good behaviour... I am not sure where it goes!?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some guys at a mall suddenly decided to have a problem with us and started taunting on our behaviour... sharp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;... they have learnt English but I am not very sure if they are educated! There is this strange thing that I have noticed... when you walk into a very "white" suburb, they look at you as if you are a strange amusing thing &amp;amp; they have some comment or the other to make about you... I am not sure what they say but I am sure I would want to know... it would be amusing... its kinda like what people might say when you die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once while walking back home from a mall nearby some school white kids started dancing when they looked at me walking on a road... they must have did it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;... unfortunately for them it backfired &amp;amp; I started laughing as they looked really funny... They were like a set of circus monkeys doing a dancing act... they got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; instead! Well, sometimes it boomerangs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All this maybe because they all have a superiority complex due to skin colour or whatever but not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hypocritical&lt;/span&gt; I have also seen Indians with a major attitude problem... within the country maybe because of their financial or educational status and outside the country... I am not sure why!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outside your country I've heard people tend to be more helpful and stuff... most are!!! The others tend to show an attitude that seems very uninviting &amp;amp; very rude. I tend to think that they also are a set of people who think that they belong to a higher class... probably they carry this attitude from their high status in their country... who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I gave few Oz examples to be fair I should give some of these as well... we visited a set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; for a spiritual get together... we found few of them who don't even wanna bother talking to someone new or someone who doesn't fit their bill (according to them!). They'll look at you as if we've come here to get something done from them... its almost like the attitude of a full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;licensed&lt;/span&gt; driver towards a learner... The best part it they have also gone through it but have suddenly forgotten all about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best set are the ones who keep talking about themselves &amp;amp; their work &amp;amp; their achievements... even if the topic is no where close to that in a very intersting way it comes to them... must say... a very very intersing skill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; And then there were these set of people who were making some holiday plans without even having a common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of realising that there are new people around... In normal circumstances you introduce what exactly they are talking about to the new person &amp;amp; ask them if they might be interested in being a part of it... in this case these people decided to ignore their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; just when along with their plan making... there is a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; that they are not interested in inviting... which is totally cool... you would not want uninvited guests in your party.. and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the case DON'T TALK ABOUT IT! I would definitely rate this as an out right rude behaviour... wouldn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like these make you feel... what is it with them... end of the day we are all humans &amp;amp; all we need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kapda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; a place to get burnt or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt;... then what is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;snobism&lt;/span&gt; all about? What goes around comes around &amp;amp; if you are gonna have an attitude when you need something the most all you'll get is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;snobism&lt;/span&gt;! Getting a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt;... but these are situations where you wanna ask... WHICH SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-7488111529183049711?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/7488111529183049711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/03/which-school.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/7488111529183049711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/7488111529183049711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/03/which-school.html' title='Which School???'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-8599185461910172628</id><published>2008-03-04T23:35:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:15:37.063+11:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Victory!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;That's how I say my name as people often hear it wrong... but this article is not about my name!! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is about the whooping victory that INDIA had in Australia! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leadership is about making right judgements even if it means taking risks and Dhoni proved this! His decisions were criticised by almost everyone but he sure did prove everyone wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to hate cricket but a gripping game like this always a pleasure to watch especially after the controversies. The Australian team could have had a better face to show after the loss if they had not made those remarks about the players in particular and the team. But on the brighter side its those controversies that made the game more interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THREE CHEERS TO THE INDIAN TEAM... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It just goes to prove that the Indian young blood has a will and the determination to prove to the world that they are going ahead and this is just the beginning and when they get going they will put up a tough fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am proud of the Indian team... since the beginning of this series they have made sure they stand for their team... I loved it when the team decided to back out if Bhajji was penalised! Wrong usage of power... I THINK NOT! Like its said 'if you have it, flaunt it!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sure all Indians including me are hoping that the leadership of a person like Dhoni continues and the Indian cricket carves out a new and better position for itself in world cricket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173874055041256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/R81LCmtYC4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/2kaWwCLxkpM/s320/00019992-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-8599185461910172628?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/8599185461910172628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/03/v-for-victory.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8599185461910172628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8599185461910172628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/03/v-for-victory.html' title='V for Victory!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/R81LCmtYC4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/2kaWwCLxkpM/s72-c/00019992-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-3620243756324905208</id><published>2008-02-21T22:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:09:41.279+11:00</updated><title type='text'>There will be blood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A movie that we decided to see on a Tuesday evening. After a lot of argument &amp;amp; looking up a website called rottentomatoes.com (my husband's favourite movie rating site) we decided to see "there will be blood"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The promos were exciting and the tomato meter rated it 91%. Good huh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;STORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is about this guy who dug up oil wells... he got greedy after a while and the greed got the better of him &amp;amp; he started losing himself. By the end of it he has a big mansion and loads of money but has lost everything else... his son leaves him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The movie started out well and was gripping for the first half but after that it just went on &amp;amp; on for no reason... a movie that should have ideally been over in 1 and half hours took 2 and half hours... (ONE EXTRA HOUR!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end a priest also dies I am not sure why... I think its a good nominee for Oscar as you don't really understand the end... as one of my friend says 'the Hollywood ending!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My suggestion... don't see it at least not on big screen... see it on a DVD when you can fast forward the slower parts. It becomes a documentary after a while and it stretched way too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-3620243756324905208?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/3620243756324905208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-will-be-blood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3620243756324905208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3620243756324905208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-will-be-blood.html' title='There will be blood...'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-7273142561823544687</id><published>2008-02-07T15:28:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:44:13.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Budday!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Hum bhi agar bachche hote,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naam hamara hota babloo dabloo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aur khane ko milta ladoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aur duniya kehti HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar lines???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has changed from then to now... i'll tell you... we dont have time to organise a party &amp;amp; tab toh parents karte the... and most people are diet conscious... ladoo kaise kha sakte hai????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai na???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I had few people telling me that everyday should be celebration &amp;amp; you shouldn't restrict it to one day or few days... and some people are of the opinion that birthdays are a day to be sad as you are growing older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask these people something... You can be upset with you ageing if you had a bad health or people around are making your life hell... then you might be like why am I even here. But with good health, family &amp;amp; friends, job / business (covering health, wealth &amp;amp; happiness) I don't really get the reason to get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, you are aware that you are growing old everyday... its an universal truth! Well, unless you get a magic youth portion! Hence after knowing the universal truth &amp;amp; having a good life why shouldn't you celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who talk about celebrating everyday... people... if you celebrate everyday then celebration becomes normal &amp;amp; normal becomes boring! You can't possibly celebrate everyday... I even asked my husband if he will get me a gift everyday &amp;amp; he said no... so if you have some celebration once in a while you get gifts ya... &amp;amp; not out of the blue on a specific date so that people know when to get you the gifts (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart, we appreciate happiness &amp;amp; comfort when we've been through a patch of sadness &amp;amp; discomfort. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, ban jaao ek din babloo dabloo aur khaalo thode se ladoo... aur zore se bolo "Jai Mata Di!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-7273142561823544687?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/7273142561823544687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/budday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/7273142561823544687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/7273142561823544687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/budday.html' title='Budday!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-6667056306675085175</id><published>2008-02-03T18:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:16:04.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jab We Met!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sydney, Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is said that every stranger is a friend you havent met!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We recently met a set of people who gave us a helping hand to pull us out of a pit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My husband &amp;amp; I have found a new hobby... House Hunting... we are planning to get a house &amp;amp; every weekend we set out to find a house of our choice... Like always we set out for our hobby on a rainy saturday... since it was raining we couldnt make it to the open house time so we requested the agent to show us the place again. He agreed to our request &amp;amp; said he would be there in about 20 mins...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While we waited for him inside the car the rain god decided to empty his bucket all at one time... we were quite comfortable inside the car with the a/c &amp;amp; radio on &amp;amp; the hazard lights on for others to spot our car in the rain. Suddenly the radio stopped playing &amp;amp; we did not know what was happening. My huband tried starting the car &amp;amp; it wouldnt start... there began the panic attack... we were almost 25 kms aways from where we currently stay &amp;amp; we hardly know anyone in around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For some reason I found the situation very funny... or probably it was just my way of letting out my fears... but I kept laughing for a while... then we called our relative &amp;amp; told them what happened... the 1st question put forth by them was if our headlights were on &amp;amp; they hit the target... it was on... they said that out battery would have drained &amp;amp; we should try &amp;amp; find a jumper lead to start out battery again... we also do not have a the NRMA (insurance) which would have helped... but aww well... who anticipated this would happen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By this time the agent arrived... we saw the house with the worry that we might not reach home &amp;amp; asked the agent if he could help... unfortunately he did not have the equipment we needed but he let us use the house compound as a shelter from the rain for a while... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Suddenly, my husband noticed few people in the opposite block &amp;amp; they looked like Indians. He suggested that I should try making conversation with the lady outside... I waved out to her &amp;amp; she came out with an umbrella... The situation was explained &amp;amp; she called out her husband to help out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While the men took care of the car, I was invited into their house... We got talking &amp;amp; she narrated het 10 year expeirnce living in that area... from what she said I guessed she loves the place... the station is close, school &amp;amp; shopping village is close by and a good &amp;amp; quiet locality (impressive!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During our conversations I got to know that they are from Pakistan. It was very heart-warming to see her hospitality. They invited us for a cup of tea but we were almost out of fuel &amp;amp; we really wanted to go home so we requested to leave... When we were back in our car my huband was all praises about the husband who helped with the car... when I told him that they were from Pakistan he was pleasently surprised!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(BTW as soon as the car was fixed the rain stopped... Murphy's Law!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When such instances happen you really wonder if the Indo - Pak story that is in the open is more a brain-child of the so called leaders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway... this is my Indo-Pak story...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-6667056306675085175?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/6667056306675085175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/jab-we-met.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/6667056306675085175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/6667056306675085175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/jab-we-met.html' title='Jab We Met!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-3597720434582375946</id><published>2008-02-02T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:34:42.731+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool One-Liners</title><content type='html'>Your future depends on your dreams. So go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is like a grammar lesson. You find the past perfect and the present tense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a seafood diet. Every time I see food, I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk to myself because I like dealing with a better class of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a cluttered desk is characteristic of a cluttered mind, what does an empty desk mean?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does retired mean? Tired yesterday, tired again today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diplomat tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never try to drown your troubles... especially if she can swim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so open-minded your brains fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time a man realizes that his father was usually right, he has a son who thinks he's usually wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for marriage, men and women would have to fight with total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teachers are those who help us in resolving problems which, without them, we wouldn't have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marriages are made in heaven. But so again, are thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have: The older she gets, the more interested he is in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls are like internet domain names... the ones I like are already taken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can not be held responsible for people falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quit smoking! Take air pollution straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 21, and Legally Able to Do Everything I've Been Doing Since 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST FOR THE LAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Smile, it makes people wonder what you're thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-3597720434582375946?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/3597720434582375946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/cool-one-liners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3597720434582375946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3597720434582375946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/02/cool-one-liners.html' title='Cool One-Liners'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-3096846527499202173</id><published>2008-01-31T16:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:23:44.827+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Words Women Use</title><content type='html'>1.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Minutes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Ahead:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loud Sigh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Okay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Is a women's way of saying F@!K   YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry about it, I got it: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to #3.Then you RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send this to the men you know, to warn them about arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all the women you know to give them a good laugh, cause they know it's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-3096846527499202173?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/3096846527499202173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/nine-words-women-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3096846527499202173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3096846527499202173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/nine-words-women-use.html' title='Nine Words Women Use'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-6194712355099239448</id><published>2008-01-25T08:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:49:39.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SEEMS SO LOGICAL !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/R5navUKULAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l-YTWIBSMY4/s1600-h/Calender_WhiteLabradorRetrieverDog_puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159395354530294786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/R5navUKULAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l-YTWIBSMY4/s320/Calender_WhiteLabradorRetrieverDog_puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If your father is a poor man,it is your fate but, if your father-in-law is a poor man, It's your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;I was born intelligent - education ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect..... But nobody's perfect...... so why practice?&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;How come 'abbreviated' is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Money is not everything. There's Mastercard &amp;amp; Visa.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man, there is a woman And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Every man should marry. After all, happiness is not the only thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;The wise never marry. and when they marry they become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Never put off the work till tomorrow what you can put off today.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;'Your future depends on your dreams' So go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;There should be a better way to start a day than waking up every morning&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;'Hard work never killed anybody' But then why to take the risk????&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;'Work fascinates me' I can look at it for hours....&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;God made relatives; Thank God we can choose our friends.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;The more you learn, the more you know, The more you know, the more you forget The more you forget, the less you know So.. why learn.&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;A bus station is where a bus stops.&lt;br /&gt;A train station is where a train stops.&lt;br /&gt;On my desk, I have a workstation...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-6194712355099239448?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/6194712355099239448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/seems-so-logical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/6194712355099239448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/6194712355099239448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/seems-so-logical.html' title='SEEMS SO LOGICAL !!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/R5navUKULAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l-YTWIBSMY4/s72-c/Calender_WhiteLabradorRetrieverDog_puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-2441584881716482182</id><published>2008-01-21T14:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:13:33.219+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Male bashing!!!</title><content type='html'>Read this especially when you've had a fight with your man!!! It definitely cheers you up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some male bashing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between men and puppies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Puppies grow up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do men always have a stupid look on their faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Because they are... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do men have in common with ceramic tiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Fix them properly once and you can walk all over them forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you drop a man and a brick out of a plane, which one would hit the ground first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Who cares?????.. ...(both are equally dense!!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did God say after he created man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I can do better than this! And then he created woman!!!! (Yea) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between an intelligent man &amp;amp; a UFO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I don't know, I've never seen either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are two reasons why men don't mind their own business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: i) no mind ii) no business &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did Moses wander in the desert for 40 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Because even back then men wouldn't ask for directions ..LOL!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between men and pigs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Pigs don't turn into men when they drink... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: The same urge that makes dogs chase vehicles they have no intention of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you do with a man who thinks he's God's gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Exchange him!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do men like smart women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Opposites attract.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to some women who need a laugh.. And to men who can handle it! &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-2441584881716482182?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/2441584881716482182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-male-bashing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/2441584881716482182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/2441584881716482182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-male-bashing.html' title='Some Male bashing!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-3786538538510050710</id><published>2008-01-17T14:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:13:31.921+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got it as a fwd... reallly good! This doesn't really look like the work of 1st graders but its hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class. She presented each child in her classroom the 1st half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb. It's hard to believe these were actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you. While reading, keep in mind that these are first-graders, 6-year-olds, because the last one is a classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't change horses &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;until they stop running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Strike while the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bug is close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's always darkest before &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daylight Saving Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never underestimate the power of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;termites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can lead a horse to water but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't bite the hand that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;looks dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No news is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A miss is as good as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can't teach an old dog new &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Math &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you lie down with dogs, you'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;stink in the morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love all, trust &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The pen is mightier than the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. An idle mind is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the best way to relax&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where there's smoke there's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pollution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Happy the bride who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gets all the presents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A penny saved is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;not much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Two's company, three's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the Musketeers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't put off till tomorrow what &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you put on to go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You have to blow your nose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There are none so blind as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Children should be seen and not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;spanked or grounded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If at first you don't succeed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;get new batteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You get out of something only what you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;See in the picture on the box &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When the blind lead the blind &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;get out of the way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A bird in the hand &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;is going to poop on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the WINNER and last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Better late than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pregnant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-3786538538510050710?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/3786538538510050710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3786538538510050710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3786538538510050710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2008/01/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-2315722096894055821</id><published>2007-11-06T15:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:53:03.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranayama could have side effects</title><content type='html'>Pranayama an exercise which is part of yoga... could  be harmful to you... wanna know how... check out my article on INDIWO.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/wellness-healthdiet/pranayama-right-or-wrong/23044/0"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/wellness-healthdiet/pranayama-right-or-wrong/23044/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get good info!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have created a fitness blog with more on yoga - &lt;a href="http://veefit.blogspot.com"&gt;http://veefit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-2315722096894055821?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/2315722096894055821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/11/pranayama-could-have-side-effects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/2315722096894055821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/2315722096894055821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/11/pranayama-could-have-side-effects.html' title='Pranayama could have side effects'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-8973783853440714999</id><published>2007-10-05T11:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:11:01.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The writer in me!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been writing for a website for sometime now... 7 articles have been published online till date... the links are given as under... the website IndiWo has many more interesting stories especially for women... have a good time reading &amp;amp; do leave your comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Help your kids stay happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/preschoolers-motherhood/help-your-kids-stay-happy/4367/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/preschoolers-motherho od/help-your-kids-stay-happy /4367/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anger management… child size – about tantrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/motherhood/anger-management…-child-size/4121/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/motherhood/anger -management…-child-size/4121/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why kids lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/preteens-motherhood/why-kids-lie/4532/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/preteens-motherhood /why-kids-lie/4532/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Toys that teach too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/toddlers-motherhood/toys-that-teach-you-too/5230/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/toddlers-motherhood /toys-that-teach-you-too/5230/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you over protecting your child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/primary-school-kids-motherhood/are-you-over-protecting-your-child/5388/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/primary-school-kids -motherhood/are-you-over -protecting-your-child/5388/0 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Writings on the wall – graphology as a career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/flexitime-life/writings-on-the-wall/5471/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/flexitime-life /writings-on-the-wall/5471/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Teaching the yoga path to life – yoga teaching as a career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiwo.com/india/features/flexitime-life/teaching-the-yoga-path-to-life/15651/0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.indiwo.com/india /features/flexitime-life /teaching-the-yoga-path-to -life/15651/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-8973783853440714999?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/8973783853440714999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/10/writer-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8973783853440714999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8973783853440714999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/10/writer-in-me.html' title='The writer in me!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-3923700117690734876</id><published>2007-09-28T11:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:06:29.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill  Gates' Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school .He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created ageneration of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept setthem up for failure in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 1 : Life is not fair - get used to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect youto accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't bea vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a differentword for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 6 : If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now.They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes andlistening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So beforeyou save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HASNOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'llgive you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. Thisdoesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and veryfew employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that onyour own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-3923700117690734876?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/3923700117690734876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/09/bill-gates-rules.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3923700117690734876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/3923700117690734876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/09/bill-gates-rules.html' title='Bill  Gates&apos; Rules'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-4782174109720335973</id><published>2007-09-13T14:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:25:24.994+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Card!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/RujJNLucaaI/AAAAAAAAACk/ypEE_5AhqQU/s1600-h/P3240499.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/RujJCLucaZI/AAAAAAAAACc/Uv_1MqreWck/s1600-h/P3240495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109554816596339090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/RujJCLucaZI/AAAAAAAAACc/Uv_1MqreWck/s320/P3240495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greeting cards are a way of saying that one cares specially because you choose the one special card. And when its hand made it makes it even more special...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this card for my brother's poonal / thread ceremony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have made few more will be posting them one by one &amp; will keep updating them as &amp;amp; when I make new ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-4782174109720335973?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/4782174109720335973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/09/cards-for-various-occasions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/4782174109720335973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/4782174109720335973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/09/cards-for-various-occasions.html' title='Card!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnQ3sDRahKc/RujJCLucaZI/AAAAAAAAACc/Uv_1MqreWck/s72-c/P3240495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-8878699734082000246</id><published>2007-09-05T22:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:30:10.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Masti Ki Paathsaala</title><content type='html'>Paathshala or school now-a-days is not really the fun place anyone wants to go... A 15 Kg bag &amp; Homework &amp; tests &amp; exams &amp; tutions... GOD ITS BORING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do learn about various things at schools &amp; colleges and this information also comes in handy when we are answering KBC questions. But lets get realistic... we are in billions &amp; only few get a chance to go on to KBC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying "I was born intelligent but education ruined me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously... if you dont have time for interaction and play and fun... Jack will be a dull boy &amp; Jill will be a dull girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to 5th September we conveniently forget the few important teachers and wish only a select few! It is good to remember the teacher who taught you history and maths and science etc... but aren't you forgetting something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who taught us to stand up?&lt;br /&gt;who taught us to say our first words?&lt;br /&gt;who introduced us to this beautiful world?&lt;br /&gt;who was the one who told us not to fear and run but face and fight?&lt;br /&gt;who taught to to stand up one more time?&lt;br /&gt;who taught us to smile &amp; laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these are equally important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more such important lessons that we learn during our lifetime from our loved ones and from our not-so-loved ones; from known ones &amp; from unknown ones. They are more important that the lessons taught at school or college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person has something that you can learn from him or her only if you are willing to learn. Even a child can teach you so many things. For eg., if you have noticed a child learning to walk... he falls so many times but he still stands up till he gets it right and can walk. We were that child once upon a time... what happened? Why do we give up we become adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have held various positions in Rotaract... even headed the movement but at every stage with the entry of every new member or at meeting a new person I have learnt so many new things. Many of these are even helping me in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that life is a learning process. At every step you learn something. My Dad always said that 'Growth is the sign of life and stagnation is the sign of death'. So the minute we stop learning we are slowly moving towards stagnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY TO MY FAMILY &amp; FRIENDS &amp; ACQUIANTANCES... &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY TO LIFE... it is in this lifetime that I have met so many people who have spiced up my life and made it worth living... otherwise there are so many people who feel that life is not worth living &amp; commit suicide (sacchi... read the papers!!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-8878699734082000246?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/8878699734082000246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/09/masti-ki-paathsaala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8878699734082000246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/8878699734082000246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/09/masti-ki-paathsaala.html' title='Masti Ki Paathsaala'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-444098842071808092</id><published>2007-08-27T04:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:49:07.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dus saal baad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are a few special days &amp; dates that we never forget like a birthday or the first day of your first job or the anniversary (not just wedding)... well, there are many more special occasions... I think each of us will have our own dates &amp;amp; not everyone around will be able to relate to that special date except you &amp; the few people involved with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The 27th of August 1997 is one such date for me... it was the beginning of a series of fun, frolic &amp;amp; friendship for me... These set of friends have continued for a decade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the first time I along with this other girl from my class bunked a hindi lecture to attend a Rotaract Meeting... my first general body meeting in Room 3 GF at Mithibai College... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The initial idea was to just check if the meeting will be good &amp; then get back to the lecture so both of us left our bags in the lecture room &amp;amp; went for the meeting without a paper or a pen. At the meeting we realised that we made a mistake by not getting our belongings but did not really have the guts to get up in the middle of the meeting &amp; say that we would like to leave to get our bags so we sat there. We borrowed the pen &amp;amp; paper from the girl sitting behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The meeting was the starting point for loads of events, friendships and beautiful experiences! Things that I will never forget (unless, God forbid, I get alzheimer's... just kidding!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today its been tens years to that... its unbelievable that its been a decade and the girl whom I bunked the lecture with &amp; the girl who lend us the stationery have become an inseparable part of my life... Not just them... there are many more who have added colours to the pages of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;KUDOS to all my friends who have accepted me &amp;amp; tolerated me for ten years &amp; Kudos to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today WE celebrate ten years of sharing &amp;amp; caring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-444098842071808092?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/444098842071808092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/08/dus-saal-baad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/444098842071808092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/444098842071808092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/08/dus-saal-baad.html' title='dus saal baad!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-685306999884016282</id><published>2007-05-19T04:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:51:37.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Googled!!!</title><content type='html'>I was playing some games on the comp... got bored of it &amp;amp; just came online wondering what to do next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I thought why not do a google on my name... many links appeared... obviously am not the only one with the name... but I spotted this one link that was about a cartoon named Veena... created by a Canadian named Eric Theriault... Apparently he took up cartooning in 1982... the year I also appeared on this planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe me... check this out! &lt;a href="http://veena.comicgenesis.com/"&gt;http://veena.comicgenesis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for all of you who think I am a cartoon... you have proof now... I am a super hero cartoon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-685306999884016282?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/685306999884016282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-googled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/685306999884016282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/685306999884016282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-googled.html' title='Got Googled!!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-115686395489157956</id><published>2006-08-30T01:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:05:54.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Woh din bhi kya the????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3585/3593/1600/babies4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3585/3593/320/babies4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When catching up with friends from school or college have you realized that after the latest updates the trend is to talk about “remember the time…” basically get nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talks about the things that used to happen at college… some crazy &amp; some senseless… the fights… patch ups… arguments… notions… ideals… jokes… bitching… canteen &amp;amp; wada pav wala… teachers… so on &amp; so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time in college… my friend Dhruti &amp;amp; I were inseparable… always seen together &amp; always jabbering… after lectures we used to walk up to Vile Parle station halt near a sandwich wala as from that point she had to walk straight &amp;amp; I would take a left… we would stand there &amp; talk for a long time then after reaching home we would call each other &amp;amp; talk… and the eternal question in our parents’ mind would be “what is there to talk so much?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don’t really remember what we used to talk about but at that time those talks were so important to us that if disturbed we would get irritated &amp; it almost seemed like we were discussing matters of life &amp;amp; death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights would be the icing on the cake… the fights would be about something really stupid &amp; silly and would go on for a long time (at times)… oh… there was a fight that I had with Chirag for not waiting for me when we had to go to his own surprise birthday party… dumb… I know!!! But at that time it did not feel so!!! I feel the patch ups used to happen fast because we would realize that the reason for fighting was really stupid… J ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when all of us are occupied with meetings and clients and appointments such memories bring a smile on our face. At least when I am going through a low in life it really helps to look at the pictures &amp; think about the events associated with each picture… as it really lightens the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such times also wonder if those days could come back &amp;amp; if you could be as carefree as you were just a few years back… the answer is a obvious ‘no’. But it is because of those days that you have lovely everlasting footprints in your mind… Isn’t it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-115686395489157956?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/115686395489157956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2006/08/woh-din-bhi-kya.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/115686395489157956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/115686395489157956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2006/08/woh-din-bhi-kya.html' title='Woh din bhi kya the????'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32821162.post-115572336810905437</id><published>2006-08-16T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:16:08.120+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Freedom means to me???</title><content type='html'>Freedom holds different meanings to different people. For the freedom fighters it was the idea of a independent and British free India. For children it is to play &amp; watch TV whenever they want. For a woman it is to choose her career &amp; lifestyle and I don’t really know a man's point of view in this but from what I understand they would be really happy to be free from all the nagging. Actually, I think we all would like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very generic or a very broad look at freedom. I feel that the perception of freedom undergoes changes with every stage in life. At least mine has. At 6 I just wanted to play &amp; watch tom &amp; jerry. At 12 going for a school trip would define living freely. At 18 going for overnight parties was freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it "freedom" is not just going out for a trip or choosing a career or choosing your partner. Freedom is much more than that. Freedom is to be free from apprehensions, inhibitions, discriminations, thoughts of jealously or pulling people down and most importantly to be free from one's own past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is to live in the present. Past always stops us from doing a lot of good for ourselves. Past gives us instances that many a times stops us from doing something or trying something new. Past experiences &amp; lessons from them are important, but that should not be used as a barbed wire that stops us from venturing new areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fortunate enough to have family &amp; friends who have been supporting me in new ventures &amp;amp; giving me handy tips that keeps me from getting hurt by the barbed wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, freedom is not just a term that comes up during independence day or republic day to prove a point but its something that is relative it varies from person to person &amp; changes with time. The sooner you accept the truth you can be free &amp;amp; walk towards a better future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32821162-115572336810905437?l=veenavenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/feeds/115572336810905437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-freedom-means-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/115572336810905437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32821162/posts/default/115572336810905437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veenavenu.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-freedom-means-to-me.html' title='What Freedom means to me???'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979257269623374626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
