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christelle samraj</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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- Going to church doesn&#39;t make one holy&lt;br&gt;
- Jesus had something to say about the Pharisees. I wonder how many churches would want to talk about that. &lt;br&gt;
- At the end, the show does not matter &lt;br&gt;
- some things don&#39;t change&lt;br&gt;
- Oh, the things we deem important ...&lt;br&gt;
- Everything can change. Everything.&lt;br&gt;
- Most people think of you only when they want &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;“If you buy things that you do not need, you may soon have to sell things you need”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;“Do not invest what is left after spending, instead spend after you save/invest”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jagoinvestor.com/2012/12/6-rules-of-great-financial-life.html&quot;&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6105212569488887667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6105212569488887667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6105212569488887667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-656611813590135605</id><published>2012-09-15T22:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-09-15T22:33:33.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/MarinaBeachChennai?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Marina Beach, Chennai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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A man is sitting on his porch as flood waters rise. A woman floats by in a boat, asking if the man needs help. &quot;No, thank you,&quot; says the man, &quot;I&#39;m trusting in the Lord.&quot; The waters rise higher, sending the man upstairs. A raft full of people floats by his second story window. &quot;Get in,&quot; they say, &quot;there&#39;s plenty of room.&quot; &quot;No thanks,&quot; says the man, &quot;I&#39;m trusting in the Lord.&quot; The flood waters keep rising, pushing the man up to the roof. A helicopter swoops in, lowering its ladder for the man. &quot;Thanks anyway,&quot; shouts the man, &quot;I&#39;m trusting in the Lord.&quot; Finally, the man is swept away in the torrent and drowns. At the gates of Heaven, the man asks God, &quot;Why didn&#39;t you save me?&quot; &quot;What do you mean?&#39;&#39; replies God, &quot;I sent two boats and a helicopter.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the house of the wise are stores of choice food and oil, but a foolish man devours all he has.&lt;br /&gt;
Proverbs 21:20 &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freemoneyfinance.com/2011/04/the-bible-says-to-spend-less-than-you-earn.html&quot;&gt;From here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5220956083873633716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/09/in-house-of-wise-are-stores-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5220956083873633716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5220956083873633716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/09/in-house-of-wise-are-stores-of-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-1232210071754307877</id><published>2012-05-11T19:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-11T19:34:55.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/103493799213420239209/RandomMoments?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Random Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Better a patient man than a warrior, a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city.
Proverbs 16:32&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1232210071754307877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/05/better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/1232210071754307877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/1232210071754307877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/05/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8v5NJ8djEhL53EFRCeY7XbNB3KtdPzz0DtmHCxq3BV84G_wH4SOsQ97w34pGZ06T9HDaB0lc8E1zohRXuGHzBqy8Vd7PFj1MZXJwoco1dkDUrTiTMZbRxW_qq6HeSISiAZoHBBnCw5vKM/s72-c/DSC_0795.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-8898804499807411805</id><published>2012-05-06T19:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-06T19:36:44.369+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories"/><title type='text'>Memories from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/103493799213420239209/RandomMoments?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Random Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Sometime last week, while I came down one morning, I found this half-eaten almond fruit. It&#39;s been a really long time since I found one - and, there was a time when I used to go scouting for these first thing in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in school, my grandma was still with us and we were in this small town called Palayamkottai. 

We lived in a huge house with an equally huge garden and, every summer we&#39;d find a bunch of these half-eaten fruits dropped by bats.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it was Grandma who introduced me to the nuts - it was a lot of effort to crack the shell - But, we loved the nuts!

it became a routine - for me to walk around the garden, looking for these fruits, early in the morning. With that day&#39;s find, me and Grandma would sit in our backyard, cracking them up using a stone or a hammer - trying hard not to reduce the nut to a pulp! And, then share the spoils between the two of us! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Great days! And, no, I didn&#39;t crack this one - I left it for some kid to find!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8898804499807411805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/05/memories-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/8898804499807411805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/8898804499807411805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/05/memories-from-past.html' title='Memories from the Past'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbgUDiK4jbCvNFecyNuqKV4HjMb2X0G3VUt7xrdbcPO725Q-5JXrT_acn816OPUjKIx0qWRGS1uTLxGylyP_uedYVIKsrlmnmPn5OcKHj5TZwD3wtqUW6jL_JP9ldVoyBza_VuBMw2Xkf/s72-c/IMG_20120425_080741.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-5865313437623956084</id><published>2012-03-10T13:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-10T13:49:01.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shrinking and Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsnwOQgutkSKvnf3qoyaGqf_gpKOYIGw8TuDAeOL1gw2bIQIBuSuuaznVf80GvMvfWM9hM-cV7xsDF7hMwPlbhoragKWpz79wSUeOjmk1qVPqcT82dMU7lUvUC4Dm8KaM77ncLo3dQUrN/s640/IMG_20120302_095418.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Shrink&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsnwOQgutkSKvnf3qoyaGqf_gpKOYIGw8TuDAeOL1gw2bIQIBuSuuaznVf80GvMvfWM9hM-cV7xsDF7hMwPlbhoragKWpz79wSUeOjmk1qVPqcT82dMU7lUvUC4Dm8KaM77ncLo3dQUrN/s640/IMG_20120302_095418.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Don&#39;t give up&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Shrinking&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/103493799213420239209/RandomMoments?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Random Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;

It&#39;s been a long time since I got a pen drive - and, yes, I&#39;ve seen that really tiny 8gig one too... 

But, when I decided to buy two and both of them, 16 gig each, turned out to be sooo tiny.... amazing technology, I say!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5865313437623956084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/03/from-random-moments-its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5865313437623956084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5865313437623956084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/03/from-random-moments-its-been-long-time.html' title='Shrinking and Growing'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsnwOQgutkSKvnf3qoyaGqf_gpKOYIGw8TuDAeOL1gw2bIQIBuSuuaznVf80GvMvfWM9hM-cV7xsDF7hMwPlbhoragKWpz79wSUeOjmk1qVPqcT82dMU7lUvUC4Dm8KaM77ncLo3dQUrN/s72-c/IMG_20120302_095418.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-8596608670962324285</id><published>2012-02-12T02:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:08.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&quot;Never say that you have no time.&lt;br/&gt;On the whole it is those who are busiest who can make time for yet more,&lt;br/&gt;and those who have more leisure time who refuse to do something when asked.&lt;br/&gt;What we lack is not time, but heart.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;- Henri Boulard</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/8596608670962324285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/02/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/8596608670962324285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/8596608670962324285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2012/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-5062817937486782552</id><published>2011-10-24T17:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.911+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>Don&amp;#39;t Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ubb5Nbmp1Gs/TjIyh-yrYHI/AAAAAAAAHjE/7O2gqVwiEe4/s400/DSC_0446.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Don&#39;t give up&quot; src=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ubb5Nbmp1Gs/TjIyh-yrYHI/AAAAAAAAHjE/7O2gqVwiEe4/s400/DSC_0446.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;Don&#39;t give up&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;268&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Don\&#39;t Give Up&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t give up on love and don&#39;t ever settle for less&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5062817937486782552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/10/don-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5062817937486782552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5062817937486782552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/10/don-give-up.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t Give Up'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ubb5Nbmp1Gs/TjIyh-yrYHI/AAAAAAAAHjE/7O2gqVwiEe4/s72-c/DSC_0446.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-1390962457908093948</id><published>2011-10-12T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.646+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts"/><title type='text'>A Song and a Kind Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o-O4CLWHdQY/TETyXQkGUPI/AAAAAAAAF5E/yWB-VU8hnMo/s640/DSC_0828.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Marin Headlands, San Francisco&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o-O4CLWHdQY/TETyXQkGUPI/AAAAAAAAF5E/yWB-VU8hnMo/s640/DSC_0828.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;Marin Headlands, San Francisco&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;A Song and A Kind Word&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/SanFrancisco2010?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;San Francisco, 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We met by chance 5 years ago - it feels like I&#39;ve known you forever.&lt;br/&gt;To sing and praise was your life. You always brought joy along.&lt;br/&gt;Life is fleeting, you said. But, I thought you&#39;d be around writing songs forever.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You were the irreverent saint I knew.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas. The challenging days of my existence may or may not be bright and promising. Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always a tomorrow. Today I am blessed. -- Maya Angelou&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Isis death has been a lesson in the shortness of life and the importance of giving each moment the best tail wagging possible. Sometimes we learn the value of unconditional love only when it is gone. Isis died of a heart attack. Isis is in the past and will never be back. We have only one life to live to the fullest every moment.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;...one person has to love first da, if the other likes being loved unconditionally by the person loving him or her, the relationship has hope.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt; &quot;Just felt like dropping you a line to tell you that you are precious. &quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You always had A song and a kind word.&lt;br/&gt;Rest in peace, my dear friend. You will be missed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tafxkz.info%2F&amp;amp;h=9AQAWMZFd&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Arul Ta&#39;fxkz Baliah - http://www.tafxkz.info/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/1390962457908093948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-and-kind-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/1390962457908093948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/1390962457908093948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-and-kind-word.html' title='A Song and a Kind Word'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o-O4CLWHdQY/TETyXQkGUPI/AAAAAAAAF5E/yWB-VU8hnMo/s72-c/DSC_0828.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-2255180111122822417</id><published>2011-10-10T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2015-05-01T15:24:57.134+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>Layers</title><content type='html'>There are so many layers in this country - some we see and others we don&#39;t. In fact, I think we all go through a couple of layers - but, there are many more beyond, on either side of the spectrum.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What&#39;s it like to spend your day under a flyover watching fancy cars and bikes go by? Would you know the difference from one kind to another? Or, what&#39;s it like to never have to get on a bus or the local train - to be escorted everywhere?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2255180111122822417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/10/layers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/2255180111122822417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/2255180111122822417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/10/layers.html' title='Layers'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-3886483400737700390</id><published>2011-06-17T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.825+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a4AlPEucqzc/SX8UriaVKFI/AAAAAAAADbI/yntiOMCJun8/s640/DSC_0025.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Lal Bagh, Bangalore&quot; src=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a4AlPEucqzc/SX8UriaVKFI/AAAAAAAADbI/yntiOMCJun8/s640/DSC_0025.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Lal Bagh, Bangalore&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Sound of Silence&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/LalBaghBangalore?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Lal Bagh, Bangalore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;From Jan 2009 - Flower show at Lal Bagh&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3886483400737700390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/06/sound-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/3886483400737700390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/3886483400737700390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/06/sound-of-silence.html' title='Sound of Silence'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a4AlPEucqzc/SX8UriaVKFI/AAAAAAAADbI/yntiOMCJun8/s72-c/DSC_0025.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-6202265515315448692</id><published>2011-06-16T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.959+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thank yous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts"/><title type='text'>Two Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9MRTHyfQCR8/TfiEfgW5xBI/AAAAAAAAHTM/5h7x-BbbJsM/s640/DSC_0645.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;The Red Leaf&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9MRTHyfQCR8/TfiEfgW5xBI/AAAAAAAAHTM/5h7x-BbbJsM/s640/DSC_0645.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;The Red Leaf&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Two Colors&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/JurongBirdPark?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Jurong Bird Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I was beginning to wonder what&#39;s going on, someone came by and said &quot;...thanks to you&quot;. Thank You, my friend! You didn&#39;t know what that meant to me this quiet day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6202265515315448692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6202265515315448692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6202265515315448692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-colors.html' title='Two Colors'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9MRTHyfQCR8/TfiEfgW5xBI/AAAAAAAAHTM/5h7x-BbbJsM/s72-c/DSC_0645.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-224562868793472452</id><published>2011-06-16T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.730+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>The Grape Story</title><content type='html'>I was heading home (the real home in Chennai) last evening. I&#39;d gotten to the railway station at Secunderabad about half hour early and decided to walk around a bit looking for something to take home before I got into the station. I got to this lane full of vendors selling fruits - sapotas, oranges, and a lot of grapes around.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; While I was buying this and that without thinking twice, there came a lady asking if she could get some grapes for a couple of Rupees - you know, the fallen ones that are sold cheaper. She was bargaining for them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Life ain&#39;t fair!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Written on April 15, 2011</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/224562868793472452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/06/grape-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/224562868793472452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/224562868793472452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/06/grape-story.html' title='The Grape Story'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-6149627620425605337</id><published>2011-01-11T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.953+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts"/><title type='text'>In my life - A teeny weeny moment</title><content type='html'>Left work at 7:30pm - and was in the cab heading home. While we were waiting at the exit to get out of our little campus, there was a pretty little sight that lifted up my spirits. You see, I haven&#39;t been all that well of late. As I wearily waited for the half hour ride home, hoping we don&#39;t get stuck in massive traffic, I saw this nice mango tree we&#39;ve got in front of our building - a branch full of flowers lit by the floodlight beneath it.... just like a Christmas tree full of stars :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6149627620425605337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-my-life-teeny-weeny-moment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6149627620425605337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6149627620425605337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-my-life-teeny-weeny-moment.html' title='In my life - A teeny weeny moment'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-4199187798973930994</id><published>2010-12-08T02:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.839+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="California"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts"/><title type='text'>Peaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9hJwp6Gjrxk/TFAzs0sltlI/AAAAAAAAGBc/9xZUcT1IaQs/s640/DSC_0707.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;The Peaks&quot; src=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9hJwp6Gjrxk/TFAzs0sltlI/AAAAAAAAGBc/9xZUcT1IaQs/s640/DSC_0707.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;The Peaks at Marin Headlands&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Peaks&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/SanFrancisco2010?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;San Francisco, 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They forget they see only the peaks</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4199187798973930994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/12/peaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/4199187798973930994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/4199187798973930994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/12/peaks.html' title='Peaks'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9hJwp6Gjrxk/TFAzs0sltlI/AAAAAAAAGBc/9xZUcT1IaQs/s72-c/DSC_0707.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-5661585636657228522</id><published>2010-10-29T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.944+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Dublin</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s a long due post on my short visit to Dublin. Most of the time was spent at work (and I&#39;ll not talk about that here). Instead, here&#39;s the world outside work!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To say, &quot;Dublin is a beautiful city&quot; is an understatement - Dublin is colorful, green, beautiful and amazing and much, much more :) One the first day, I went for a walk around the city - from Grand Canal to Grafton and Stephen&#39;s Green.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JNQCH8l_6zQ/TDGAelnKY8I/AAAAAAAAFrs/_xe4t_l2qF0/s640/DSC_0378-1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Grand Canal, Dublin&quot; src=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JNQCH8l_6zQ/TDGAelnKY8I/AAAAAAAAFrs/_xe4t_l2qF0/s640/DSC_0378-1.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;Grand Canal, Dublin&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Dublin - Grand Canal&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/DublinIreland?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The beautiful buildings and the colorful doors&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jd_l4qsloS0/TDDsoCj13TI/AAAAAAAAFrA/DsxxABAdMnY/s640/DSC_0608-1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Doors, Dublin&quot; src=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jd_l4qsloS0/TDDsoCj13TI/AAAAAAAAFrA/DsxxABAdMnY/s640/DSC_0608-1.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;Doors, Dublin&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Dublin - Doors&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/DublinIreland?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And, of course, the spire&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0Ku6pp5wy4Y/TFmVDlCU93I/AAAAAAAAGKY/IKHVKf9feps/s640/DSC_0750.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Spire, Dublin&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0Ku6pp5wy4Y/TFmVDlCU93I/AAAAAAAAGKY/IKHVKf9feps/s640/DSC_0750.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;Spire, Dublin&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Dublin - Spire&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/DublinIreland?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, I walked miles and miles along the Grand canal and the Liffey river in beautiful Dublin - Too bad I had just 2 weeks to spend there. I hope I&#39;ll see you again, Dublin :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5661585636657228522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/10/dublin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5661585636657228522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5661585636657228522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/10/dublin.html' title='Dublin'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JNQCH8l_6zQ/TDGAelnKY8I/AAAAAAAAFrs/_xe4t_l2qF0/s72-c/DSC_0378-1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-2364473525650705143</id><published>2010-10-22T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.735+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dasara"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Festivals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indian festivals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Karnataka"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mysore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Navaratri"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vijayadashami"/><title type='text'>The other side of Dasara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Dasara - also written as Dussehra - is celebrated with much fanfare in a lot of places. One of them is &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysore_Dasara&quot;&gt;Mysore&lt;/a&gt; - and, for the first time, I decided to travel to a really crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2OAPE74ct7Q/TMEBsWFzxZI/AAAAAAAAGi0/JRuALpJjVuQ/s640/DSC_0278.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Dasara Crowds&quot; class=&quot;alignnone&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onclick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;the other side of Dasara - Crowds&#39;]);&quot; src=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2OAPE74ct7Q/TMEBsWFzxZI/AAAAAAAAGi0/JRuALpJjVuQ/s640/DSC_0278.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Dasara Crowds&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/Mysore?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Mysore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And, was it crowded?! Good heavens - it was probably one of the most crowded events I&#39;ve ever been to - people going in every direction all the time and climbing on anything that would give them a good view of the procession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the procession, I found the festive atmosphere, the people and all that was going on around pretty interesting. Needless to say, it was a typical crazily festive day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as we walked towards the Mysore Palace, the roads were closed for traffic and there were people everywhere. After getting jostled mightily :( by the crowds, we found our spot by a tonga (horse-drawn cart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cwo3rQnYQoQ/TMEEAmwCRVI/AAAAAAAAGkM/2FkBaa8-UKo/s640/DSC_0334.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Dasara Crowds&quot; class=&quot;alignnone&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onclick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;the other side of Dasara - Vantage Point&#39;]);&quot; src=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cwo3rQnYQoQ/TMEEAmwCRVI/AAAAAAAAGkM/2FkBaa8-UKo/s640/DSC_0334.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Dasara Crowds&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/Mysore?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Mysore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Just looking around, you can see the amazing interest in the procession - much more than I&#39;d anticipated. Much wilder than just passing interest :) People were everywhere - on trees, on pillars and posts, on ornamental entrances and barricades. There wasn&#39;t a single structure standing without a man standing on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2z9kR2YwfwY/TL6BQzOCtJI/AAAAAAAAGfc/_l1kKPW3r38/s640/DSC_0390.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Dasara Crowds&quot; class=&quot;alignnone&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onclick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;the other side of Dasara - Drinks&#39;]);&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2z9kR2YwfwY/TL6BQzOCtJI/AAAAAAAAGfc/_l1kKPW3r38/s640/DSC_0390.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Dasara Crowds&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/Mysore?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Mysore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There was a thief who got thrashed, people falling off from the barricades (and getting on them again) all the time, moving here and there, kids on shoulders, cameras held above... all in all, it was great fun.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2364473525650705143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/10/other-side-of-dasara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/2364473525650705143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/2364473525650705143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/10/other-side-of-dasara.html' title='The other side of Dasara'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2OAPE74ct7Q/TMEBsWFzxZI/AAAAAAAAGi0/JRuALpJjVuQ/s72-c/DSC_0278.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-489997067316702211</id><published>2010-05-16T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.898+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beaches"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Karnataka"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Places to Visit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Where the waves never stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WIOFoTnGaZI/SuhgxIkz16I/AAAAAAAAFVo/fDTarimkGu0/s640/DSC_6259.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Where the waves never stop&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WIOFoTnGaZI/SuhgxIkz16I/AAAAAAAAFVo/fDTarimkGu0/s640/DSC_6259.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Where the waves never stop&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Where the waves never stop&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/GokarnaV2?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Gokarna V2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mustseeindia.com/Gokarna&quot;&gt;Gokarna&lt;/a&gt; -- it is one of those places I&#39;ve been to and would love to go again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The waves, the relatively clean and quiet beaches, the sunset over the water, the beach, the sea life - it is quite the opposite of a typical Chennai beach! I&#39;ve seen fishes of kinds (and jelly fishes too). I&#39;ve seen beautiful stones and rocks - eroded by the sea and wind - leaving beautiful sculptures. I&#39;ve had yummy food in those shacks where they let you hang around forever - yummy food facing the sea!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What more can I ask for? You could spend days walking around those beaches and find something new each day!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to reach&lt;/strong&gt;: Karwar is the nearest town. Any bus to Goa (from Hyderabad or Bangalore) should get you to Karwar. You could also get to Hubli and find your way to Karwar from there.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/489997067316702211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-waves-never-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/489997067316702211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/489997067316702211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-waves-never-stop.html' title='Where the waves never stop...'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WIOFoTnGaZI/SuhgxIkz16I/AAAAAAAAFVo/fDTarimkGu0/s72-c/DSC_6259.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-2133532421188381804</id><published>2010-05-02T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.700+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Orissa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Red and Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H9R4b-3AoUk/SmAVbve-bHI/AAAAAAAAEto/lyO_OVx-ZKs/s640/DSC_0283.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Koraput Passenger&quot; class=&quot;alignnone&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onclick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Red and Green&#39;]);&quot; src=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H9R4b-3AoUk/SmAVbve-bHI/AAAAAAAAEto/lyO_OVx-ZKs/s640/DSC_0283.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Koraput Passenger&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/KoraputPassenger?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Koraput Passenger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One of the best trips I ever did was the train ride to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koraput, Orissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The land was greener than I expected it to be and the landscape was stunningly beautiful. This picture was taken from the train - somewhere between Koraput and Vishakapatnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land was being prepared for the next crop - resulting in vastness of red. The lone tree stands in the the middle of the vastness that would soon turn green. The tiny dots of people at work early in the morning, the red and green, and the vastness - they all leave a memory not easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing experience to see breath-taking beauty each time I looked out of that window.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/2133532421188381804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/05/red-and-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/2133532421188381804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/2133532421188381804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/05/red-and-green.html' title='Red and Green'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H9R4b-3AoUk/SmAVbve-bHI/AAAAAAAAEto/lyO_OVx-ZKs/s72-c/DSC_0283.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-4457559407200994358</id><published>2010-04-30T03:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.871+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>The Epic birthday wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IT5TrGuAci8/S9m17U4FAJI/AAAAAAAAFhU/-Yz7y52GRMA/s640/DSC_0468.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Don&#39;t give up&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IT5TrGuAci8/S9m17U4FAJI/AAAAAAAAFhU/-Yz7y52GRMA/s640/DSC_0468.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Don&#39;t give up&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Don\&#39;t Give Up&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/Randomness?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Randomness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here&#39;s the story:&lt;br/&gt;My friend calls at 12:08 am -- I was sleeping, of course!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wake up at 8am - and call him. No luck! He doesn&#39;t take the call.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Two hours later,  I come back to our room to find a missed call - I call back again... and no luck again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Post lunch, once more, I find a missed call and... you guessed it! I called again! And, no luck again!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This went on and on... all day long!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At 10:30 pm I was in bed, checking the messages - and, I got a call; he said &quot;Don&#39;t say another word! Let me tell you what I&#39;ve been trying to say for the past 22 hours....Happy Birthday loos!!&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Qualifies for the epic-est b&#39;day wish ever! :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/4457559407200994358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/4457559407200994358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/4457559407200994358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-birthday-wish.html' title='The Epic birthday wish'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IT5TrGuAci8/S9m17U4FAJI/AAAAAAAAFhU/-Yz7y52GRMA/s72-c/DSC_0468.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-5623711071353457034</id><published>2010-02-26T01:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.939+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>2009 - The year that was</title><content type='html'>Coorg. Hampi. Koraput. Wayanad. Tests. OT. exams. Study leave. medicines. new place. rock. metal. e71. assignments. hyderabad-chennai-hyderabad. love. hospital. loss. shopping. gifts. family. friends. gained. lost.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;void.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/5623711071353457034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-year-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5623711071353457034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/5623711071353457034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-year-that-was.html' title='2009 - The year that was'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-6480055327418323899</id><published>2009-12-23T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.981+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hampi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historic Places"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Karnataka"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Places to Visit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ruins"/><title type='text'>Courtesan&amp;#39;s Street, Hampi</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ykV2raIEUYc/SmR8FwQgzrI/AAAAAAAAE3E/C4na410mSpA/s640/DSC_0122.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone&quot; title=&quot;Hampi&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ykV2raIEUYc/SmR8FwQgzrI/AAAAAAAAE3E/C4na410mSpA/s640/DSC_0122.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Hampi&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; onClick=&quot;_gaq.push([&#39;_trackEvent&#39;, &#39;Posts&#39;, &#39;Photo&#39;, &#39;Courtesan\&#39;s Street&#39;]);&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/100900980122010800972/HampiV2?authuser=0&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Hampi V2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Said to have been the liveliest of all streets in Hampi, the Courtesans&#39; Street lies in front of the Achyuta Raya&#39;s Temple - barely seen at the far end of the picture.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We, quite literally, stumbled upon this place after a day of touristy sight-seeing. We had seen the places every tourist saw - the temples, the ruins, etc., and we decided to walk around Hampi. We walked along the river, saw another set of ruins and climbed the hill. On the other side, lay the vast expanse seen here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Of all the ruins, this was the most natural - devoid of renovations and modern props. The only place in Hampi where I felt the age of the place.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6480055327418323899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2009/12/courtesan-street-hampi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6480055327418323899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6480055327418323899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2009/12/courtesan-street-hampi.html' title='Courtesan&amp;#39;s Street, Hampi'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ykV2raIEUYc/SmR8FwQgzrI/AAAAAAAAE3E/C4na410mSpA/s72-c/DSC_0122.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-3437827277774763436</id><published>2009-11-23T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.789+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>The Trip to the Fall</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a year since my trip to&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chrisclicks.com/travel/2008/10/dudhsagar-falls-goa-by-road/&quot;&gt; Dudhsagar, Goa&lt;/a&gt; last year and here&#39;s a story often told but not written so far; a story I wished to forget but one that remains etched in memory. I made a passing mention of this in the previous post - here&#39;s the full story.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We had decided to go to Dudhsagar the next morning - but, when I got up the following day, I didn&#39;t feel like getting out at 5am - so, we decided to postpone the trip. But then, when I got up at 7am, I wanted to give it a try. And so, thanks to me, we left 2 hours late and reached Colem. It was going very well - we&#39;d been helped by one of the passers by - he&#39;d given us very specific directions on how to reach the waterfalls.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Initially, it was quite scary to ride along the railway track - we&#39;ve never done this before and Amir was hoping the bike doesn&#39;t give us any trouble till we get out. We were quite cautious along the railway track. But, once we reached the mud track, I relaxed. I took my D80 out of my bag and wanted to take pictures as we rode along the way. I have to mention, this was against my friend&#39;s word of caution to leave the camera inside and hold on to the bike. Being the smart kid I am, I refused. We&#39;d have gone a bit further, when he was trying to negotiate an upward slope, my feet touched the ground, and before I knew it, I was trying to get on my feet - I was on the ground, holding my camera high up in the air. And, the first thing I said was &quot;I think I am bleeding.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had banged my head on the ground. When my friend, Amir, had a look - he freaked.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To say &#39;he freaked&#39; is an understatement - and quite understandably so. Here we were, in the middle of the jungle - we&#39;d seen no one else on our way - and he had someone with blood flowing from her head. At that time, I didn&#39;t know how bad I&#39;d hurt myself. I thought he was getting worried for no good reason. Of course, until much later, I won&#39;t know. When he suggested we head back, I insisted on going ahead. After all, we were far into the jungle - why return without reaching the waterfall! And, that&#39;s what we did.&lt;br/&gt;We reached the end of the road - and there&#39;s no way you can see the waterfall. I didn&#39;t even know in which direction it was. You walk down a couple of steps (depending on the water level) and cross the stream to reach a small patch of land in the middle. You cross again and again - before you reach the rocks right in front of the waterfall.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After resting there for a while, we decided to head back - thankfully, we made our way out without another adventure.Only when we were on the main road did I realise how bad I was hurt. We walked into the first hospital we found - ESI refused to treat without the card. Onto the next hospital and I got stitched up - my first stitches as far as I can remember!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/3437827277774763436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/3437827277774763436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/3437827277774763436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-fall.html' title='The Trip to the Fall'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048335562630800625.post-6606252419211679122</id><published>2009-11-22T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:07:07.986+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments in life"/><title type='text'>What we call</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s another hilarious story from my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chrisclicks.com/2009/01/the-mumbai-factory/&quot;&gt;kadubari &lt;/a&gt;friend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dude goes to Abu Dhabi for an on-site assignment - he was planning to stay for a month and was stuck for 6 months. Now, that&#39;s a different story. While in Abu Dhabi, one fine day, he goes to give a demo to their clients - job&#39;s done, feedback taken, AIs noted, etc., and it is time to return. With a 1.5 hour ride ahead, he wanted to find a washroom.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, he asks the translator &quot;Where can I find a washroom?&quot; The bewildered translator asks &quot;What&#39;s that?&quot; And, the dude explains ... to which the translator says &quot;Oh, that one!! we call it.... ummm..... latrine&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/feeds/6606252419211679122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-we-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6606252419211679122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7048335562630800625/posts/default/6606252419211679122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractangles.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-we-call.html' title='What we call'/><author><name>cd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976212912416690607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>