<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3415727552019847625</id><updated>2024-09-05T03:57:40.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Piscean Soul Cafe</title><subtitle type='html'>Have a sip of my soul. &#xa;You will crave for more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-8479216486710705441</id><published>2007-09-14T06:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:24:30.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relocated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;I am back and now blogging @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://samsbloginess.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://samsbloginess.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8479216486710705441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/8479216486710705441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/8479216486710705441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/8479216486710705441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/09/relocated.html' title='Relocated'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-4777567963756277264</id><published>2007-03-08T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:29:46.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Titanic Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/queenmary2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen her only in television. So when I heard, that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Queen Mary 2&lt;/span&gt;, the world&#39;s largest and most expensive liner had docked on our port, I didn&#39;t care about my afternoon nap. I reached home after the day&#39;s work, had my lunch and set out to see her. I was little unsure of meeting her because it was said that she would leave in the afternoon. But as I approached the Marine Drive, I saw her. I was like &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;WOW!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; I parked my bike &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*later I knew, I didn&#39;t care where I had parked it because I had to search for it for some time, hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and looked for boats that would carry me near to the ship. All of them had gone!! No wait! There is one!! The last one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;The ship&#39;s horn honked. &quot;Oh no! She is going to depart!!&quot; And the boat too is going to leave! I managed to board the boat. I had brought my camera to take her pictures. When we were about to reach near to her, she started moving. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*3:15 pm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to take her picture from the front, now that is not possible. Anyways, I got good shots from the side and the back. It felt like I was watching the movie &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt; in real. Thank you &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Queen Mary 2&lt;/span&gt;  for visiting our city, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*the only stop on an Indian port*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  She is now heading to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Queen Elizabeth 2&lt;/span&gt;, one of the world&#39;s most famous luxury liners, is also going to dock here this month. Aah! The rendezvous of the Queens with the Queen Of The Arabian Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4777567963756277264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/4777567963756277264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4777567963756277264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4777567963756277264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/titanic-moment.html' title='A Titanic Moment'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-6825446288406890510</id><published>2007-03-06T10:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:32:05.195+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Evening With Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/guru.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I have been hearing lot of nice words about &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever I go for any &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mani Ratnam&lt;/span&gt; film, what I expect is his freshness in the direction of the movie. I do not want to sound as a bitchy critic and I am not an expert in reviewing movies, but just wanted to put down my two cents worth. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt; can certainly be a turning point in &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s career, kudos to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mani&lt;/span&gt; for squeezing out every drop of acting talent in him. I loved the wittiness and positive outlook of the character. Other than that, I don&#39;t think the film has anything better to offer except &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s songs. Talking about the songs, the choreography of some of them gave an &quot;already seen&quot; feeling. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mallika Sherawat&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s &quot;Maiyya Maiyya&quot; evoked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;memories of &quot;Humma Humma&quot; of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Bombay&lt;/span&gt;. &quot;Barso Re&quot; gave a feel of &quot;Konjum Mainakkale&quot; of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Kandukondain Kandukondain&lt;/span&gt;, probably because both showed similar scenery and had the same actress. The &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/athirapally-waterfalls.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Athirapally waterfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looked really majestic. &quot;Tere Bina&quot; made me remember &quot;Snehithane&quot; of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Alaypuyuthey&lt;/span&gt;. For me, the best directed film of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mani Ratnam&lt;/span&gt; till now would be &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Alaypayuthey&lt;/span&gt;. The way that movie went forward was absolutely astounding. I am glad to see &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Vidya Balan&lt;/span&gt;, though her part was an insignificant one. But I guess, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mani&lt;/span&gt; would give her a leading role in his future film, just like he had experimented with &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Yuva&lt;/span&gt;. And now, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt; happened for &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;. I am in a way frustrated to know that an amazing soulful music is purposefully not recorded in the audio CDs of &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt;. In the movie, that song is whispered during the incineration of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Meenu&lt;/span&gt;. It is sung by &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Soumya Rao&lt;/span&gt; and I hoped to see it in the track listing. However, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mani&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Rahman&lt;/span&gt; decided to make that song and another one as an integral part of the movie, but not to put them in the CD. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*How cruel!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was quite impressed by the on-screen chemistry between &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Abhishek &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Aishwarya&lt;/span&gt;. When &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sujatha&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s wedding was shown, I was thinking very soon they could be doing this in real life. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*How did they manage to put a paunch on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;&quot; &gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;, it looked so real!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Turning on my gay-vision, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sujatha&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s brother, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Jignesh&lt;/span&gt; played by &lt;a href=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/aryababber.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Arya Babbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one hell of a hard-on factor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Yesterday, I got the mail from &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm-i-need-gaydar.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;the thomp thomp guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He was slightly having an amnesia about the conversation that happened in the office. He wrote to me back saying, he now remember the incident and it was not the conversation that he remembered, but my face. According to him, I have a good face value! &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He then told me he actually wanted to initiate the chat, but then I did beat him in that. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*lol!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We are planning for a meet, but don&#39;t know when that happens. Anyways, he is pretty soon leaving the place. So there is nothing much to expect.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6825446288406890510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/6825446288406890510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6825446288406890510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6825446288406890510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/evening-with-guru.html' title='An Evening With Guru'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-8132275263120747560</id><published>2007-03-03T20:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:38:20.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.. I Need A Gaydar</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/need.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;So the other day, I was returning from the canteen after having breakfast and I hear this loud &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;thomp thomp&lt;/span&gt; sound from behind. It was the sound of a guy walking with his boots. Once we got inside the lift I was able to see his face. Hmm.. cute. I thought, I have 10 more secs before the lift door opens. Either I could say a hi &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*which is always a big problem for me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or I could let him walk away. To my disbelief, I chose the first option. We had a brief 2 minute conversation while walking towards our destination. At the end of the chat, something told me that this guy could be gay. I ain&#39;t have any gaydar, so I was quite dubious about my judgement. Yesterday, I had sent a message to one guy in g4m. He replied today and it turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; out to be HIM!! But the sad part is, he resigned yesterday and I don&#39;t know whether I could meet him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-talk-to-me.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;long-haired guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is still not showing any sign of changing his straight face. I saw him today at the canteen, having breakfast, alone. I didn&#39;t want to stay in front of his sight, so I chose a seat right behind him. Man! He is so playing the game of catch me if you can. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*At least that&#39;s what I am imagining. hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8132275263120747560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/8132275263120747560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/8132275263120747560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/8132275263120747560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm-i-need-gaydar.html' title='Hmm.. I Need A Gaydar'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-3062672357451486832</id><published>2007-03-01T19:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:04:59.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Please Talk To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/talk2me-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Today I saw him again. He can&#39;t be referred to as a crush, but something in him makes me curious to know this guy. Usually long-haired guys don&#39;t interest me much. But this guy! Whenever I see him, he is alone. I don&#39;t think he has got much friends and he prefers to be that way, I guess.  Men like him attract me, there will be always something waiting to be discovered. And he has good taste in style. Whether it is formal or casual, he doesn&#39;t forget to make himself stand out with his pleasing attire.  A &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;don&#39;t-care-a-damn&lt;/span&gt; attitude is clearly written on his face.  He has seen me looking at him. But I am careful not to give the impression that I am checking him out. Today, he was proportioning his shirt&#39;s tuck-in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; And I had just come inside to wash my face. Needless to say, the face washing was over too soon and I felt stupid to stand beside him not knowing what to do next. I wanted to say a hi, but there was another guy too, which made me nervous. Few days before, I had gotten a chance where only both of us were there, but that day I didn&#39;t have the nerve to initiate the conversation. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*He won&#39;t do it, I am damn sure.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not expecting anything from him, I don&#39;t think he is gay. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*But what if!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just curious to know this enigmatic guy.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3062672357451486832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/3062672357451486832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/3062672357451486832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/3062672357451486832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-talk-to-me.html' title='Please Talk To Me!'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-2755538753660526785</id><published>2007-02-27T08:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:32:26.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Matt - Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/mattlong.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Ghost Rider&lt;/span&gt;. Superb graphics, I must say. They did a pretty good job with the flame thing. Don&#39;t expect everything &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*actually anything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make sense. After all, it&#39;s a make from the comic. I was pretty disappointed when young Johny became the older version, because that&#39;s when they replace &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Matt Long&lt;/span&gt; with Nicolas Cage. Matt is looking so good and I loved his hair style, his soulful eyes, his sweet lips.. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;aah!!&lt;/span&gt; Another guy that caught my eye was the yummy waiter who was pouring wine to Roxanne. You could see his chest hair between the collars. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Naughty me!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I saw the trailer of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Spider-Man 3&lt;/span&gt;. This time it&#39;s gonna be even more fun than the previous ones since the Spider-Man himself becomes the evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*that&#39;s what I understood from the trailer, don&#39;t jump on me if it turned out to be false.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I loved his black spider-costume. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;James Franco&lt;/span&gt; is also in the movie. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Yaay!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;After the movie, when I rode back home I felt like I was the Ghost Rider, burning the tar all along my way. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2755538753660526785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/2755538753660526785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/2755538753660526785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/2755538753660526785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/matt-oh-boy.html' title='Matt - Oh Boy!'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-212782498054440368</id><published>2007-02-24T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:40:06.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s The Time To Show-Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/showingoff-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I surprised them! To those who are wondering what the hell I am talking about, this is not at all something serious. It&#39;s very rare that I get an occasion to brag and I am trying to make full use of it. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;&quot;  &gt;*Now don&#39;t tell me that I didn&#39;t warn you.*&lt;/span&gt; Everybody loved my new look. Something that rarely happens. Most often, if I try to do some change on me, it ends up in disaster and had to hear their dissenting remarks. Today, it was completely different. And I ain&#39;t trying to do something because I am craving for other&#39;s approval.  &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*I don&#39;t give a hoot.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to show myself that I too can look cool, like those guys in the street or at my workplace. What prevented me was the fear of the usual failure. So this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;when I went for &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-shopping-odyssey.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I selected stuffs which my mind told me not to pick. And of course, the star of the day was the&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; shoes!&lt;/span&gt; Everybody loved them, it was the only thing I was so sure about. Everyone now wants to know from where I bought them. Well, I had forgotten the shop&#39;s name, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*yeah, truly!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I gave them an obscure idea of where it is located. Alright, the bragging ends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/212782498054440368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/212782498054440368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/212782498054440368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/212782498054440368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-time-to-show-off.html' title='It&#39;s The Time To Show-Off'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-4790779945963067951</id><published>2007-02-23T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:21:52.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s About Dharma In Eklavya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;The eyeglasses were ready on Monday itself, but didn&#39;t get time to collect it till yesterday. Evening I drove to the city and what a traffic it was! The roads were flooded with vehicles and I had pretty tough time riding my bike. You will never know when the car on the front is gonna apply breaks or some biker is gonna overtake you from the left. Finally I reached the shop and got my eyeglasses. I put it on. Wow! What a difference, everything is so much clearer now, much sharper and colourful. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*I looked at the mirror and I liked what I saw.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/eklavya.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I then went to the cinema to see &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eklavyatheroyalguard.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Eklavya - The Royal Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This is the fourth Vidhu Vinod Chopra film that I am watching and he hasn&#39;t disappointed me till now. With &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ekalavya&lt;/span&gt;, it is a mixed feeling. Half of the time, I was trying to catch up with the dialogues. My first language is not Hindi. I can understand normally used Hindi words, but not the extreme rhetorical ones. All the actors have shown amazing acting skills, something that Bollywood really lacks. But with such a grand star cast and just 1 hour and 40 minutes of reel length &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*thank God!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;, I feel that the actors didn&#39;t get enough exposure, except for &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Amitabh Bachan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Saif Ali Khan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Vidya Balan&lt;/span&gt; once again was at her finest. I especially liked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;the part where blind folded Eklavya tests his archery skills and the kite flying scene. The slow soulful melodic song, &quot;Chanda Re&quot; is definitely one of the plus points of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;After the movie, I went to the S Cafe. I ordered a chocolate shake &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*this place gives me the best chocolate shake in the whole city*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and sat in a corner, slowly sipping and checking out the guys. Today, unlike the other times, there weren&#39;t that much to drool about. So I started drinking faster. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*What&#39;s the use sitting there alone, with no eye candy around!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When I was about to finish, this incredibly good looking hunk with muscular arms walks in. He looked at me. Nothing magical happened. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He took a lemon tea and left the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4790779945963067951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/4790779945963067951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4790779945963067951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4790779945963067951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-about-dharma-in-eklavya.html' title='It&#39;s About Dharma In Eklavya'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-2345953624132615208</id><published>2007-02-21T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:00:14.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Between Dream And Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/stuck.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work was extremely tiring today. I came home in the afternoon, had my lunch and went to sleep. After two hours, mother woke me up to go to temple. But I couldn&#39;t get up. Father also came and told me to get dressed. Still I wasn&#39;t able to bring myself up. I was stuck in between a dream and reality. I was having a vision that I was servicing a customer and my parents were telling me to stop doing that. How could I abandon a customer like that? Let me finish with this customer and I will join my parents to go to the temple. But they kept on calling me. Why don&#39;t they understand that I can&#39;t leave in the middle of the work like that? Both the images from dream and reality were playing side by side and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;was confused, I didn&#39;t know what to do. Finally I forced myself to get up from my bed and walked towards the wash basin, not able to interpret what was happening around me. Cool water splashed on my face and I was completely brought back to the reality.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2345953624132615208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/2345953624132615208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/2345953624132615208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/2345953624132615208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuck-between-dream-and-reality.html' title='Stuck Between Dream And Reality'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-5594590156900698001</id><published>2007-02-20T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:32:33.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Umbrage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/angry.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;He started it. Not today, not yesterday, this had been going on for several weeks now. Until today, I smiled and ignored it, whatever indecency he showed towards me. And he thought I would be tolerating his nonsense forever and a state came where he conceived that he could do or say anything to me. Today morning, when I was reading the paper in the canteen, he just snatched the paper from me with a haughty look.  I felt insulted. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;How dare he invade my personal space like that!&lt;/span&gt; But I didn&#39;t react thinking not to make a scene in front of everyone. &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-want-to-be-outed.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was also with us and he didn&#39;t want to get between in this mess, so he continued reading his paper. The haughty guy randomly flipped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;through the pages, I was sure he didn&#39;t intend to read it. He just wanted to show his domination over me, not allowing me to do what I want. Then came the climax part. He just threw the paper at me and said, &quot;Yeah, now you can read it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I should not allow this to continue. So I snapped back. I told him, &quot;What is your problem. Just because I don&#39;t respond to your crap, doesn&#39;t mean I will tolerate your nonsense every time. You don&#39;t know me guy, you have seen only the nice version of me. Don&#39;t just make me show my bad side!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could clearly see that he was taken aback by my vehemence. He couldn&#39;t find any words to speak back. At last he mustered his courage to say, &quot;Okay... cool down.&quot; I felt like saying some more, but didn&#39;t want to over do it. The purpose is already fulfilled. I guess, this should take care of him. The rest of day, he hasn&#39;t looked at my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-want-to-be-outed.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is now planning to buy &lt;a href=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/sonyericsson-k790.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;K790&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has similar features as that of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sonyericsson.com/uniweb/images/k750/dual_front.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;K750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but the camera is 3 mega pixels instead of 2. That means better clarity. Today I just tried listening to mp3s from K750 and &lt;a href=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/sonyericsson-w810.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;W810&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Both were great. The sound clarity of K750 is slightly less compared to the other one, but the sound felt good on the ears. When I tried W810, it was making my ears somewhat uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Today, a funny thing happened at my work. Someone dropped the keyboard and it sounded like the whole computer was crashing down. I got up from my seat and looked towards the direction of the commotion. Everyone on our floor was doing the same and it looked like a bunch of Brachiosaurus were gazing at &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dr. Alan Grant and kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Remember the scene in Jurassic Park?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And few moments later, I saw a guy looking here and there and then meekly sitting down, embarrassed by the sudden attention he got.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5594590156900698001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/5594590156900698001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/5594590156900698001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/5594590156900698001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/umbrage.html' title='The Umbrage'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-6576195509154345249</id><published>2007-02-19T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:15:59.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/thinking.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our Team Lead was upset because of the team&#39;s performance. This happened due to the carefree attitude of two guys. I don&#39;t claim to be the best performer, but at least I try to be one. And the worst part is that they know they are wrong, but won&#39;t admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Me and &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-want-to-be-outed.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;the friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did a little bit of mobile browsing at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gsmarena.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;gsmarena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Hey! Why is it showing &quot;Access Forbidden!&quot; from my home?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He is looking for a mobile that takes good clarity pictures and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sonyericsson.com/uniweb/images/k750/dual_front.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;K750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one. K750 looks stunning. I am also planning to take a new one, without burning a hole in my pocket. But I am looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; sound quality, the one which I can also use as walkman. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*I think Sony walkman phones are bit expensive.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The camera quality does not interest me that much, but it would be great if it is bundled with a good camera. Then I don&#39;t have the need to carry a separate digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6576195509154345249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/6576195509154345249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6576195509154345249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6576195509154345249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/mobile-dilemma.html' title='Mobile Dilemma'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-4119094197289563774</id><published>2007-02-18T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:34:58.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Want To Be Outed</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/hiding.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;After yesterday&#39;s tiring outing and lack of sleep, I was completely worn out. I kept dozing off during the first two hours. That&#39;s when I decided to have a cup of coffee. Usually, it doesn&#39;t make much difference to me if I had coffee or not. Luckily, today it worked and I was able to hold up till almost the end of the day&#39;s work. I was having a chat with the friend that I mentioned in my &lt;a href=&quot;http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-euphoric.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;earlier post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and he told me how he found out porn in a seven year old&#39;s computer, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;a seven year old!&lt;/span&gt; And the interesting fact is that the boy didn&#39;t have the net connection and he is usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; getting these from his other seven year old friends. While I heard this, my thoughts were not about the decline of ethics in kids. I was thinking what could happen if this guy comes to my home and open my computer. Even if I hide all the gay stuffs to my best of effort, I think he could easily discover them. So I made a mental note to myself - &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;do not ever do the mistake of inviting him to my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I am searching for a site where I could download gay-themed movies. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*not the porn ones*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not comfortable in buying them from shops, because I feel that can &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; me. I found two sources while I was reading forums in &lt;a href=&quot;http://guys4men.com/index.php&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;guys4men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cinema-g.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Cinema G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, from where you can download some of the good gay-themed movies. The problem is that they are hosted in &lt;a href=&quot;http://rapidshare.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;rapidshare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I was never able to download anything that is uploaded to that site. The second site founds to be more feasible one, &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.gay-torrents.net/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Gaytorrents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The registration is free and once you are in, I suppose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*I am not sure because I have not yet registered*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; you get to download the full movies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4119094197289563774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/4119094197289563774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4119094197289563774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4119094197289563774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-want-to-be-outed.html' title='Don&#39;t Want To Be Outed'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-6707189017603168216</id><published>2007-02-17T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:08:46.552+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Athirapally Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/athirapally.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted now. I am slightly drunk. My eyes are not getting focussed and my hands are having difficulty to type what I think. Completely worn out, but still I have to get up at 2 am and go for work. I haven&#39;t slept today after the work. I went for a tour to Athirapally with my colleagues. Out team leaders had also come. I was not at all interested to join them. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Who wants to go for site-seeing when you want to sleep?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I couldn&#39;t come up with any good excuse. Now I am glad that I joined them. The traveling was the only unpleasant part. Once I reached the place, the scenery and the waterfall were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt; magnificent. It is the same place where they shot the video for &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Kuch Na Kaho&lt;/span&gt;, starring &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Abishek Bachan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Aishwarya Rai&lt;/span&gt;. To imagine they danced on those dangerous grounds among the slippery stones and edges of the waterfall is quite unthinkable. I loved the place, it&#39;s truly amazing. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6707189017603168216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/6707189017603168216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6707189017603168216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6707189017603168216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/athirapally-waterfalls.html' title='Athirapally Waterfalls'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-4987075775412948400</id><published>2007-02-16T21:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:25:21.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waken</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/tired3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the work was boring. Probably because I didn&#39;t get enough sleep. At 2 am, I got the call from cab that he is on his way to pick me up for the work. The last two days were offs for me and I enjoyed sleeping without getting buzzed to get ready. Now it&#39;s back to the routine of getting up in the middle of the night, the time I usually fall into a deeper sleep. I miss those days when I was able to sleep at night, all seven days of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4987075775412948400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/4987075775412948400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4987075775412948400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/4987075775412948400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/waken_5951.html' title='Waken'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-6329558623798996243</id><published>2007-02-15T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:41:44.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Shopping Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/shopping.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back after a major shopping and I am tired. I don&#39;t do much shopping, I have an incredible ability to choose the faulty ones among the lot. Also I get so tensed deciding which one should I buy, is it too costly, will I regret buying it after reaching home and like that so many questions will pop up. I dreaded this day, but couldn&#39;t procrastinate. I wanted to buy eyeglasses. I tried so many frames, but none suited my face and at last ended up buying a costly one. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Yeah, I also had to acknowledge the fact that they haven&#39;t yet come up with a frame that is made for my face.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eye checking was done and lens measurements were taken. Next mission was to pick out some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;jeans and t-shirts. Bought a pair of jeans and cargos. Recently, I noticed that my t-shirts are all fade coloured ones, making me look so dead. I need to add some bright colours in my wardrobe. This time I have bought some really unusual colours. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*Now I think there is a chance that people may have a tough time to look directly at me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Next stop was at the shoe shop. Although initially I was planning to count on the white, then I saw this amazing navy blue and gray combination and it was so comfortable and stylish. It can go very well with my jeans. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I had to buy it!&lt;/span&gt; Another stop at the Music World and that ended my shopping odyssey.   And here I am now blogging it with the hope that you will be able to successfully read till the last word without nodding off. Man! I so want to crash on my bed now. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*dzzz..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6329558623798996243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/6329558623798996243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6329558623798996243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/6329558623798996243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-shopping-odyssey.html' title='My Shopping Odyssey'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-5735508266633159900</id><published>2007-02-14T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T07:55:19.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Delete</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/delete.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning when I checked my mail, there they were!! Waiting for me and laughing! Didn&#39;t I just delete them yesterday? And the day before that? And the day before day before that? And the day before day before.. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I think you got my point. I use that email address for no-nonsense stuffs and I haven&#39;t given it to any of my friends nor did I register to any fancy or unwanted sites using that. Ironically, the one with which I do all these, is seeing only few spam mails &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*very few*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I usually do not open spam mails, but the other day I was tempted to open some of them and they were written in some form of a story-like manner, but didn&#39;t make any sense-just garbage of random words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Today, I also noticed that there is a a direct link &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*or was I failing to see that link all these times??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://mail.google.com/mail/signup&quot;&gt;&quot;Sign Up For Gmail&quot;&lt;/a&gt;, which can mean that you now no longer have to wait for an invite from your friend to own a gmail.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5735508266633159900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/5735508266633159900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/5735508266633159900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/5735508266633159900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/daily-delete.html' title='The Daily Delete'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-78442541896439885</id><published>2007-02-13T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:53:33.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being Euphoric</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/laughing.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;He asked me, &quot;Are you from India?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I replied, &quot;Yes, but how did you come to know that?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&quot;Because India is making such a progress in today&#39;s world and Indians are so intelligent.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;He brought a smile to my face. Only very rarely I get customers like him who are so patient and co-operative, who treats you like a friend and try to help with the trouble-shooting. That was enough to make my day. I asked him where he was from and he was connected from San Francisco and was 60 years old. I could tell from his conversation that he is really young inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;The issue with his computer was pretty serious and I so badly wanted to fix it for him. I tried all the possible methods, but it won&#39;t just get corrected! I was about to give up all the hope when my friend suggested another method and &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;it worked!!&lt;/span&gt; That time, I felt so relieved. I felt like jumping up from my seat and dance. At least, I now know how to resolve similar issues.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/78442541896439885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/78442541896439885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/78442541896439885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/78442541896439885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-euphoric.html' title='Being Euphoric'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-7684989122447074911</id><published>2007-02-12T21:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:05:02.892+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nate Berkus</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/nate.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Today on the reruns of Oprah, I saw Nate again. Years before when I saw him, I was astounded by the beauty of this man and even more amazed by his work. I thought, the girl who is gonna marry him would be the luckiest. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*He is rich, successful, handsome... what more do you want!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Later, when I was &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;googling&lt;/span&gt; I found out that his &quot;partner&quot; was lost in the tsunami of December 2004. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;&quot;  &gt;*What? Partner?? But I thought he was ..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I am not a frequent viewer of Oprah. But her shows are one of a kind - evoking compassion, sympathy and humility. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;*What I do not understand is why the majority of the audience is women.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Today the show was about Nate&#39;s return to Sri Lanka for the first time after the tragedy. Nate was explaining why he wished his boyfriend to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;not found again even though he hoped to see him when he reached the island. I didn&#39;t quite understand the idea behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7684989122447074911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/7684989122447074911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/7684989122447074911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/7684989122447074911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/nate-berkus.html' title='Nate Berkus'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415727552019847625.post-2262037320359963878</id><published>2007-02-11T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:02:27.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Piscean Soul Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I am exhausted.Yeah, the whole morning I spent thinking about a name. Even when waiting at the barber shop and while he was cutting my hair, this was the one thing that filled my thoughts. A name for my blog. Lot&#39;s of words came. Either they sounded too cheap or they were already taken. I glanced through some blogs. Really catchy and creative names. How I wished that I could come up with some thing like that! I just want to put down some small thoughts that occasionally ascends in my mind. Nothing complex, just simple thoughts. They may sometimes make sense or may be nonsense that make sense only to me in some weird way. Ultimately, I came up with this one. I hope it is making some sense to you and not just to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;A new start. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2262037320359963878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3415727552019847625/2262037320359963878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/2262037320359963878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415727552019847625/posts/default/2262037320359963878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepisceansoulcafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-drop-in-ocean.html' title='The Piscean Soul Cafe'/><author><name>AD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017544032793062005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k292/samurain4u/pisces.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>