<?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-13810401</id><updated>2025-04-26T14:04:14.338+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Flowing Thoughts..</title><subtitle type='html'>Instant Creativity!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-1226089743273975098</id><published>2010-02-06T12:58:00.008+06:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:00:21.108+06:30</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on Dowry System</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, there are lot of debates going on regarding dowry. I am not here to tell whether taking dowry is good or bad but to purely express my opinion. In my view, marriage is the bonding of two hearts.Money should never come between this pure relationship. I have heard boy’s parents telling we have spent money for his education, job n blah blah blah. Parents must give the education for their kid to become independent and well civilised citizen by imbibing good morals. They must educate their kid without any expectations and they should never see their kids like commodities and trying to sell them for good price. Marriage is for lifetime. In my opinion, all the girls parents definitely want to see their daughters happy and they will do their best to fulfil her dreams. When money takes first place and relationship takes backseat then the problem starts. In some forum I read a comment wherein a guy said “I am earning more n my would be wife is earning less, as everyone asks for equal right l want my wife to give me dowry so that we will be equal economically..lol.What a stupid thought!. What if tomorrow his wife gets promotion and she earns more than him. Will he give the dowry to her n do the household things n also take care of her family as she used to do for his family?. Life is very uncertain. We must be happy in whatever we have and should not calculate everything in terms of money. Now we must look at the other side of the coin also. There are some selfish girls too.I am strongly against the girls who misuse the dowry law just because their wishes are not fulfilled. I know some girls who marry NRIs with the dream of having a Hi-Fi Lifestyle and when the reality bites they want to take revenge. In life nothing will come easily. If they are so desperate to fulfil their dreams they must work hard by themselves or if housewife then at least she can give support and encouragement to her husband. There are some cases where the girls parents demand everything from guy’s side once they come to know that the guy has fallen into their trap. It is very sad to see some guys being emotionally blackmailed from their wives and in laws and unable to do anything fearing the law. I am happy that in my house my parents never encouraged this evil system during my brother&#39;s and my marriage.I had strictly told my parents that I will never marry a guy who values dowry more than me and today I am happy and fortunate to marry a wonderful guy who never demanded anything from my parents. I have a great respect for him in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope very soon people will realise that LOVE between two souls weighs a lot more than Money and the word &quot;Dowry&quot; itself will vanish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1226089743273975098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/1226089743273975098' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/1226089743273975098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/1226089743273975098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-thoughts-on-dowry-system.html' title='My thoughts on Dowry System'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-1687762328676615030</id><published>2007-11-29T15:02:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:35:20.267+06:30</updated><title type='text'>ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು, ಸಾರ್!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Bmljm6ghBRSyrCAroJK3ogMVjImaPRqonh4BE7naxUCYG_8gSrNmFptgbf3RuQAjHY6jaxG3Zy9tdw8bS0Xl-Vzlk982ius_hO_tuT261R3ofMzXTWcGFpZiwP7PtjKrRk_K0Q/s1600-r/PCH4717.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಸಾರ್, ನಾವು ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆತ್ತವರ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ವಂಚಿತರಾದ ನಾವು ಅನಾಥರೂ ಹೌದು!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನೋಡಿದೊಡನೆ ಕಾಣುವ ನಮ್ಮ ಬಂತೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿದ ಕೂದಲು&lt;br /&gt;ಮಾನ ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಹಾಕಿದ ಕೊಳೆಗಟ್ಟಿದ, ಹರುಕು ಬಟ್ಟೆಗಳು,&lt;br /&gt;ಚುರುಗುಟ್ಟುವ ಬಿಸಿಲಿಗೆ ಕಪ್ಪುಗಟ್ಟಿದ ಮುಖಗಳು,&lt;br /&gt;ಇವೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಲಕ್ಷಣಗಳು!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಬೆಳಗಿಂದ ಬೀದಿ ಬೀದಿ ಸುತ್ತಾಡಿ, ಸುಸ್ತಾಗಿ&lt;br /&gt;ತಿನ್ನಲು ಏನು ಸಿಗದೆ ಕಂಗಾಲಾಗಿವೆ ನೂರಾರು ಹಸಿದ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಗಳು,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;ಬಾಲ ಕಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಪದ್ಧತಿ&quot; ನಿರ್ಮೂಲನೆಯಿಂದ ಕೆಲಸವಿಲ್ಲದೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಖಾಲಿ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯ ತುಂಬಲು ಕಸದತೊಟ್ಟಿಯಲಿ ಏನಾದರು ಸಿಗುವುದೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಂದು ಹುಡುಕುತಿವೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಓರಟು ಕೈಗಳು,&lt;br /&gt;ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ತಿಂದು, ಅಸ್ವಸ್ಥಗೊಂಡು&lt;br /&gt;ಶ್ರಿಮಂತ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಬಾಕರ ಮನೆಯ ನಾಯಿಯ ಅದ್ರುಷ್ಟವೂ ನಮಗಿಲ್ಲದೆ&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ ನಿತ್ಯ ಸಾಯುತ್ತಿರುವ ನಾವುಗಳು&lt;br /&gt;ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಸಾರ್, ನಾವು ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಮುಗ್ಧ ಮನಸನ್ನೆ ಬಂಡವಾಳವನ್ನಾಗಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು&lt;br /&gt;ಭಿಕ್ಷೆಗೆ,ವೇಶ್ಯವಾಟಿಕೆಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ತಳ್ಳಿ, ತಮ್ಮ ಕೈ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಾಗಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ದುಷ್ಕರ್ಮಿಗಳು&lt;br /&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಹೆಸರನ್ನೇಳಿ ಹಣ ನುಂಗುವ ಸೇವ ಸಂಸ್ಥೆಗಳು..&lt;br /&gt;ನಾವು ಬಡ ಮಕ್ಕಳಾಗಿ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೇ ನಮ್ಮ ತಪ್ಪೆಂಬಂತೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಚಿ, ಥೂ ಎಂದು ಮೂದಲಿಸುವ ಜನರು..&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ನರಕದಲ್ಲೂ &quot;ನಮಗೂ ಬದುಕುವ ಹಕ್ಕಿದೆ&quot; ಎಂದು ಹೊರಾಡುತ್ತಿರುವ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಾವು ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಸಾರ್, ನಾವು ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಮಗೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿರುವುದು ಸಹಾಯವಲ್ಲ, ಅವಕಾಶವು&lt;br /&gt;ವಿದ್ಯಾಭ್ಯಾಸ ಮತ್ತು ಎಲ್ಲರಂತೆ ಬದುಕಲು ಆವಕಾಶ ಸಿಕ್ಕರೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನಾವೂ ಸಾಧಿಸಿ ತೊರಿಸುವೆವು&lt;br /&gt;ನಮ್ಮನ್ನೂ ಬದುಕಲು ಬಿಡಿ ಎನ್ನುತಿಯೆವು!!!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಚಲವಂತರು ನಾವು ಗಟ್ಟಿಗರು&lt;br /&gt;ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಸಾರ್, ನಾವು ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1687762328676615030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/1687762328676615030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/1687762328676615030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/1687762328676615030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='ಬೀದಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳು, ಸಾರ್!!!!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-8154807581132708262</id><published>2007-11-23T21:27:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:38:09.657+06:30</updated><title type='text'>ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಾಗಿ (Preethigaagi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಓ ನಲ್ಲ,ನೀನೆಂದು ಬರುವೆ??..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;ಮಂದಹಾಸದ ರತ್ನಗಂಬಳಿ ಹಾಸಿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ನಾನು ಕಾದಿರುವೆ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ವಿರಹದ ಬೆಂಕಿಯಲಿ ಅನುಕ್ಷಣವು &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಬೇಯುತಿರುವೆ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಮರೆಯಾಗುತ್ತ ಚೆಲ್ಲುವ ಬಣ್ಣದ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಓಕುಳಿ ನೊಡುವೆ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನೀ ಬರುವ ದಿನ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಬರುತಿಹುದೆಂದು ಸಂಭ್ರಮಿಸುವೆ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಡಿಯೊಡೆದಿರುವ ನೂರಾರು ಹೊಸ ಹೊಸ ಕನಸುಗಳಿವೆ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಆ ಕನಸುಗಳು ಮನಸಿಗೆ, &quot;ನೀನೆಲ್ಲಿದ್ದರೂ ನನ್ನವನೆಂದು&quot; ಹೇಳುತಿವೆ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;ನಲ್ಲ,ಆ ನಂಬಿಕೆಯಲ್ಲೆ ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ನಾನು ಜೀವಿಸುವೆ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಾಗಿ ನಾನೆದೆಂದಿಗು ಕಾಯುತಲೆ ಇರುವೆ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8154807581132708262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/8154807581132708262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/8154807581132708262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/8154807581132708262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2007/11/preethigaagi.html' title='ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಾಗಿ (Preethigaagi)'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-8574316573449685210</id><published>2007-11-05T22:56:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:19:05.627+06:30</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Whats in a NAME???&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;Recently, i boarded a BTS bus from shivajinagar bus stop..I was the only person standing in the whole bus and it was a bit embarrassing.For my luck,one small cute girl offered me a seat next to her by adjusting along with her mom as there was place only for two ppl (Cho chweeet of her!!!!)..I think that girl was just around 7-8 years..For sometime, she was munching on some chocolates and some snacks given by her mom.After finishing the chocolates, she started asking a lot of questions on whatever she was seeing out of the window with her small curious eyes.I could understand only bits and pieces as the girl was conversing with her mom in Urdu.. Eventhough i couldnot understand much, i was enjoying her innocent questions and her sweet voice ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;After sometime suddenly,she asked her mom about a baby by name &quot;Ismail&quot;..she asked her mom why did they name the kid &quot;Ismail&quot; and also wanted to know the meaning of that name..Her mom struggled a bit and then told &quot;Beta,Ismail is just a name to identify a person and it has got no meaning&quot;..The kid disagreed and she told she knows the meaning..I was also a bit surprised and wanted to know how she knew the meaning??..when her mom asked the meaning, she told that her neighbour tells &quot;Ismail&quot;,&quot;Ismail&quot; (&#39;i.e., smile) before clicking her photo and whenever he tells that, she has to give a broad smile.. so she told &quot;Ismail&quot; means to laugh whenever there is a photo session!!! and she also told she felt funny when the kid was named &quot;Ismail&quot;...I couldnot control my laugh when i heard this..Isn&#39;t it so amzing to see how these small kids grasp things and relate it!!.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8574316573449685210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/8574316573449685210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/8574316573449685210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/8574316573449685210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-in-name.html' title='&quot;Whats in a NAME???&quot;'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-7419241257303603786</id><published>2007-09-21T20:53:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:09:37.473+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange world with Strangers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;Imagine you are returning from your work or college and suddenly a stranger appears from nowhere and he starts talking to u by introducing himself!!!..U may do one of these--You may think that he has gone crazy and u will try to avoid him or u may get scared and u look around to call someone for help or u may end up making friendship with him..I myself have come across this situation many times..Surprisingly, those guys talk as if they know u from many years..In my case, all these guys wanted my friendship..First time when it happened i was really scared and i was struggling to talk and fumbling for words ..Now,i just ignore and frankly tell &#39;no&#39; to those Guys with a broad smile.But,it made me think, why are these people are so desperate for making friendship with strangers?.I feel one of the reason is, they are from different state and are new to this place so they would have started &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;acquainting&lt;/span&gt; people ..As i haven&#39;t done any research on this i really &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know the answer..lol..whatever may b the answer I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; as long as those guys really mean that they are looking for a true friendship then its fine..But the problem here is, no one can judge a person just by listening to his sugar coated words he tells while making friendship..Many times we get cheated from our very own friends so, how can we trust a stranger???..I am not against making &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt; but, i feel that as its the matter of friendship, one should be very careful while choosing their friends especially when it&#39;s a new friendship with a stranger otherwise it will leave u emotionally disturbed for a very very long time..Don&#39;t panic or get scared when u come across this situation..If u &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; want to do friendship with a stranger be frank and tell a big &quot;No&quot; and go on with your life!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7419241257303603786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/7419241257303603786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/7419241257303603786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/7419241257303603786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2007/09/strange-world-with-strangers.html' title='Strange world with Strangers!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-2252608539571535527</id><published>2007-03-23T22:28:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:48:30.058+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Boy and Jamoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;This happened two days back.I was having lunch with two of my batchmates in one of the fast food center,when Suddenly a small boy around 9-10 years popped in front of us from nowhere and asked us to buy him an icecream.I was surprised at first, as usually people come and ask for money in those places but this guy was asking for icecream!!!..May be he was tempted seeing lots of college girls enjoying their ice creams in the nearby ice-cream parlour and his human instincts (out of control,offcourse) forced him to come and ask us..Eventhough my heart told me to buy him one,my mind told him to buy him something that fills his stomach..so i told him,&quot;i will not buy u ice-cream,instead u choose whatever u want from the menu that fills ur stomach n i will get u that&quot;..He honestly told &quot;NO,i dont want..i want icecream&quot;..Then i became a bit angry and i told him i will not buy him..For 2-3 min he was not to be seen.Once again he appeared and this time he asked me &quot;akka,atleast juice&quot;..As i was stuck to my previous decision,i blindly told him &quot;i am not gonna change my decision,so no juice also&quot;.I was just thinking can&#39;t this young boy eat some good food so that he will not feel hungry for atleast 3-4 hours,instead of some icecream which is of no use.Just a min after that i really felt bad for what i did...We are human beings,and its our tendency to like something that we dont get whenever we wish for it...so we always try to have it or atleast dream about having it..That boy looked like an orphan and may be if his parents were there, he would not have begged us to get him what he wanted like this..That boy was somewhere confident that we are going to buy something for him so, he was just wandering around us.As i had ordered for jamoon,i called him and asked him whether he would like to have jamoon..oh my god,he was so happy and told &quot;yes akka,i would love to have it&quot;..I gave him the plate with two jamoons.He took the plate with his glowing face ..No need to say,i also felt very happy seeing him enjoying yummy jamoons!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2252608539571535527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/2252608539571535527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/2252608539571535527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/2252608539571535527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2007/03/boy-and-jamoon.html' title='Boy and Jamoon!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-116841486167381623</id><published>2007-01-10T13:42:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2007-03-24T08:51:49.862+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Bengalooru....y so dirty???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2870/1229/1600/719444/2004110915200301.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2870/1229/320/524128/2004110915200301.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;Today while coming back home i was just passing time looking out of the window in bus.I was disrupted by a plastic bag filled with air inside it trying to run with the wind.As i watched it disappear, i happened to see a lot of plastic bags,unwanted bottles,papers thrown almost everywhere.Even the drainage that is built in-between the roads for rain water flow had become roadside shop keeper&#39;s unofficial &quot;USE ME&quot; leading to clogged drains.As I observed, people were busy filling up every possible place with waste and some people were even spitting just next to them...For sometime i felt as if i was sitting inside a dustbin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;People are becoming so careless about their city.For instance,on the occasion of &quot;Virat Hindu Samavesha&quot; that happened nearby to my place in hosur road, young enthusiastic volunteers had decorated whole bangalore with orange coloured plastic banners and flags..They took many days to tie all these banners and posters to propagate this event..Now the &#39;samavesha&#39; is over, but the flags n torn banners are still there infact on road,trees,vehicles,lakes flying almost everywhere.No one is bothered about removing them..It is so surprising that educated people are doing this!!!...Everyone wants a shortcut to get rid of the waste and the place to throw this is-&gt; any place which is already littered by others..Even if our government takes initiative to clean-up our garden city (i still dont wanna name it as garbage city), i am sure it will take years.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;Let us not follow others and wait for the government to take the initiative..Let us try our best to keep our city clean in whatever way we could and make it a comfortable n healthy place to live..Live n Let live!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-115254062485994324</id><published>2006-07-10T20:26:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:48:08.750+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Zidane Vs Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;For the first time in my whole life, i watched the football worldcup final live on TV yesterday night along with my mom and brother.Actually i caught the football fever only this year but really enjoyed all the matches i watched.I should admit that the final match b/w Italy and France was a great match but the team i was cheering for i.e.,France lost [;( ].According to me,the first half was not very exciting eventhough both the teams scored one goal each but second half made me stick to the TV screen as both teams were in high spirits but unlike first half, France was very fierce and attacking and Italy was in defending mood in the second half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;The most shocking moment in the match was when Zidane got the red card during extra time for head butting opponent Marco Materazzi.It was very disappointing to see Zidane&#39;s dismissal.I really wonder, what made Zidane who is known for his graceful and cool play to take this extreme step and why did he ruin his farewell and disappoint his fans in the final match of his career.May be i think he was provoked by the argument he had with Macro Materazzi.But it definitely proved that human emotions are unpredictable no matter who you are.Well,after the exit of Zidane there was lack of confidence and team spirit in France team.When the match had to be decided on penalty showdown i was sure that without Zidane France will definitely loose.After all, its a match and one has to win over the other.There is absolutely no doubt that the best team will win .In this match it was Italy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115254062485994324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/115254062485994324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/115254062485994324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/115254062485994324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/07/zidane-vs-italy.html' title='Zidane Vs Italy'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-115090113379528582</id><published>2006-06-21T21:02:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:26:24.893+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Snooring???...nahhh..sshhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/zzzzz.0.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/200/zzzzz.0.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;My cousin has a habit of snooring and talking in the night, sometimes in the afternoon too.To my surprise he talks only about cricket.One day in the midnight he suddenly started shouting(may be on fielders who were misfielding *he he he*) and suddenly everyone in the house got up thinking someone is breaking into the house.The funniest part is that,if we tell him that he was talking in his sleep or snooring he will not beleive and he thinks that we are bluffing.Recently, we got a chance to show him the truth with proof. He was having a mid-day nap and he was snooring loudly,myself and my bro got an idea and we started recording his snoors in the mobile.When we were still recording he suddenly got up and realised what we were doing.He was shocked to see what was happening.We stopped recording and we both were literaly on the floor rolling all over the house in laughter listening to his snoors on mobile and my cousin was really pissed off and hurt seeing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Eventhough i laughed, felt very bad for what I did and deleted that recording.Still,he is so angry on us that he has stoped taking his mid-day naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;okie i have got one more snooring story to tell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;One of my Dad&#39;s friend works in police department.As he a had a very tiring day he went to his brothers house near to the station to take some rest.After chating for a while, he went to the room in the upstairs to sleep and within minutes he was fast asleep and he started snooring..In the evening his niece came back from school and she went upstairs to play there.Suddenly she heard a strange noise coming from that room.Without a clue and with curiosity she opened the rooms door and the snooring sound increased echoing all over the room.She was terrified thinking it was a ghost and she screamed and fainted itseems.Because of that shock, she had fever for two days even after her parents told that it was her Uncle.. And, it took her some months to step into that room again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;As a matter of fact,i too was scared hearing his snoors for the first time, when we went for a family trip together.So u can imagine the condition of that small girl..he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115090113379528582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/115090113379528582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/115090113379528582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/115090113379528582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/snooringnahhhsshhh.html' title='Snooring???...nahhh..sshhh'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-115011906029431148</id><published>2006-06-12T19:55:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:05:27.906+06:30</updated><title type='text'>10 Rupees!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff66;&quot;&gt;Recently i took an Auto from Garuda mall to St.Jones.When the autowalla started, the meter showed 10 Rs.When I reached St.Johns the meter charge was 28 bucks so i gave him 30 as minimum charge was 12 and he had started off with 10 Rs.But to my surprise he started asking 10 Rs more.I was a bit confused.I checked the meter again and it showed exactly 28.I argued with him that it is exactly 30 if the minimum charge is 12.Dont know what logic he was using, he just went on asking me to give him 10 more Rs.As i was in a hurry and was in no mood to fight i gave him 40 bucks eventough i knew that he was cheating me.when i got into the bus my consious was telling me that i did a wrong thing by giving up.My mind was spinning with a lot of ways that i would have handled the situation.I really got angry on myself as many times i let go things like this and i know that by doing this i am encouraging ppl like him.This is not the first time i have experienced this.According to me out of 10 people, 6 belong to this category.There are some auto drivers who are of helping nature, they help u when u are in trouble and they do not demand anything extra and sometimes they refuse to take even when u give them.I respect those people.Eventhough it is a matter of 10 bucks i felt that if i would have given that money to someone who really needs it like a disabled person it would have made a big difference to him atleast for that day.I really dont know how much he would have earned like this by cheating ppl.As a person who respect money i have realised my stupidity and have decided not to give up next time when i face this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115011906029431148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/115011906029431148' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/115011906029431148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/115011906029431148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-rupees.html' title='10 Rupees!!!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114933942083943330</id><published>2006-06-03T19:18:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:40:27.493+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Evergreen Trees!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/ani.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/200/ani.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Next to my house and besides the main road there are two big Banyan trees,they are called twin trees.I can see them whenever i open my room&#39;s window.They are like my immideate neighbors *he he he*.Every morning i get up hearing the chirping sounds of the birds from those trees.I dont know from how long these trees are there but i am sure that they are very old.My mom always tells that she used to sit and relax under the shades of these trees along with her friends in her school days.I used to play aroud them when i was small and whenever i was bored i used to pester my mom to put the rope-swing hanging from those trees and i used to enjoy my swinging along with my friends. Lot of birds and squirrels nest in these trees and in spring season its a favorite place for monkeys too, as they like to eat the small red fruits from thees trees.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;After two or three days these trees will be cut in the name of widening roads.I will surely miss them every morning.As i imagined my day without these trees i felt very sad that i cannot see them physically anymore so, i immideatly took the pictures of this trees to see them alive atleast in pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;God only knows what will happen to the remaining trees in the near future in the name of infrastructure,good transportation and for other selfish purposes.I am sure the Bangalore&#39;s Garden city image will not fit it in few years.We hear only about chopping trees but nowhere we hear about planting trees.I strongly feel that government should take steps to compensate the lose of cutting trees by taking initiative as soon as possible by growing more trees,creating awareness among people about the adverse effects of deforestation and encouraging people to plant more trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114933942083943330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114933942083943330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114933942083943330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114933942083943330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/evergreen-trees.html' title='Evergreen Trees!!!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114804552261171281</id><published>2006-05-19T19:44:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:53:43.576+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Radio Mirchi 93.3FM ...Toooo Hot???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/RadioMirchi%20Logo[1].0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/200/RadioMirchi%20Logo%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/RadioMirchi%20Logo[1].jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;Nowadays i am tuned to Radio mirchi 93.3FM....It is aired in Bangalore last month with the punch line &quot;Sakath Hot maga&quot; and already it is very very popular.Some of its programs are Hello bangalore,Bitti ticket,chill maadi.They are playing hot and new popular songs (only hindi and english) 24/7.The programs are very lively and the listeners get the latest news on traffic, city happenings along with many live competations and interviews.Sounds interesting????..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;Well, here comes the other side,In Radio mirchi programs the RJ&#39;s try their level best to converse in kannada by mixing both english and kannada(in other words, its Kanglish).Eventhough Radio mirchi 93.3 FM is targetting Bangaloreans where 80%+ are kannadigas, not even one kannada song is played till now.Lot of songs are repeated on the same day.Some of its programs like sleevless sarsa and Polee-Pataaki are funny with lot of unnecessary PJs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all,Radio mirchi 93.3FM is a very lively and 24/7 entertainment radio channel one can tune into, when they are bored.It really cheers you up.Being a kannadiga, one thing i really missed listening to Radio mirchi was Kannada songs..Eventhough the channel tries to convey its youth image(Radio mirchi thinks youth=hindi and english) i feel that it should consider all sections of people in bangalore and play some kannada songs too as it plays tamil songs in Chennai and telugu songs in Hyderabad and not to disappoint ppl (like me) who love to listen kannda songs from their favorite channel &quot;Radio Mirchi 93.3FM&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114804552261171281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114804552261171281' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114804552261171281'/><link rel='self' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; height=&quot;159&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/200/e69b7db90804ddf223e5a38ac9aeb2f7.2.gif&quot; width=&quot;185&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Following Bangkok time, in two more hours my close friend Vinu is adding one more year to his age pocket..Yeh,its his birthday.I am sooo happy.Past two years we used to celebrate his birthday as a batch by cutting cake and singing birthday song.Literally, we used to have a blast..But this year i miss his birthday as he is in Bangkok and i am in Bangalore.But, i can wish from here also right?.I think its a good idea to wish him through my blog as I want him to feel special on this day.He is the star today and i want him to shine always.So,I pray to god to make all his dreams into reality and grant all good things throughout his life..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winson, My dear friend&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;I Wish You A Very Very Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff3399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy Maadi :-)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114744896410461720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114744896410461720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114744896410461720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114744896410461720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-birthday-boy.html' title='To, Birthday Boy.'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114733238170325182</id><published>2006-05-11T13:53:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:58:54.936+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Beat The Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling in bangalore in this summer!.Too tiring..It is sooo hot..You will be boiled to death if u dare to go outside without umbrella.I heard many people are suffering from heat related diseases this summer like heat strokes and heat exhausion..So it is very important to protect our health from this hot climate...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best way to beat the heat is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Take lot of liquids to keep the body cool and to protect it fom dehydration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Always go out with an umbrella or hat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Take lot of fruits and have light meals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Avoid going out in midday heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;Wear light colored,loose fitting cloths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ffff;&quot;&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;Apply lot of sunscreen half an hour before going out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114733238170325182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114733238170325182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114733238170325182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114733238170325182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/05/beat-heat.html' title='Beat The Heat'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114588555030020896</id><published>2006-04-24T19:48:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:06:53.600+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday almost whole day i was glued to my laptop.I wanted to add music to my blog, and i dint know how to do it as i am very poor in HTML coding and stuff and also dint know where to get the url of the songs i wanted to play...I searched and searched and also read some tutorials on the web inorder to learn about it.Tried different methods but in vain.Atlast i found a wonderful website which allows us to add music to our website...Voila,its so simple!!!.I just copied the Music code of the song i wanted to play and i pasted in the approprite place of my template.Now its ready and also the quality of the songs is very good.If u wanna listen, just press the play button(may be two times) on the flash player in the sidebar and enjoy ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114588555030020896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114588555030020896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114588555030020896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114588555030020896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114576276142947751</id><published>2006-04-23T09:48:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:23:41.036+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Friends!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;I have made sooooo many friends in these 23 years.Most of them are just hi,bye friends,some are just friends,some are best friends and a very few are close friends.I know that whomever we meet will not become our friends.In this world majority of people are hypocrites and back stabbing type.The probability of getting a good friend is very very less so I beleive that there is some force which makes us get attracted to the right person and accept him as our friend.I dont regret that whomever i met didnot become my friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;I exhilarate when some of my old friends give me a call or remember me.I am really happy that there are atleast a few ppl who are called as my close friends with whom i like to share everything.Good or bad I will tell them first bcoz, i know that they understand my feelings better than anyone else.I also know that they also feel the same way and i really respect their friendship. I am the blessed one to have such friends who have accepted me the way i am.Eventhough we do not meet regularly, i know that they are just a call away.I always have them by my side both in good and bad times,and they have never let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am writing this post to thank them for being with me all the time and being my sweet and cute darlings in my lifes journey...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114576276142947751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114576276142947751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114576276142947751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114576276142947751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-friends.html' title='Thank you, Friends!!!'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114558817008886976</id><published>2006-04-21T09:17:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:56:44.430+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Donate Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/150px-Menschliches_auge.1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px&quot; height=&quot;88&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/200/150px-Menschliches_auge.0.jpg&quot; width=&quot;115&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/150px-Menschliches_auge.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;when i was small i was very scared about the very thought of donating my eyes as i used to fear that in the next birth i will be blind..so funny right????.But has i grew up i have realised the importance of eye donation.It is the real legacy you can leave behind after your death.There are lakhs of visually challenged people in this world who spend their whole life in darkness...After death our eyes are going to be destroyed along with our body either by burying or burning.So, why to destroy those precious eyes????.We are not loosing anything by donating our eyes as they will be taken only after our death.One donor can give sight to two blind people.which means our eyes will be the light for two people throughout their life.They can see the world through our eyes.what else one can ask for??.Now, i laugh at my foolish thoughts that i had before.I am going to donate my two eyes after my death.No one knows whether there is life after death for our soul, but for our eyes there is life for sure.So let our eyes sparkle as bright as stars even after our death by giving light to blind people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114558817008886976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114558817008886976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114558817008886976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114558817008886976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/donate-light.html' title='Donate Light'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114524645486074801</id><published>2006-04-17T10:24:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:36:08.160+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/images.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It was raining heavily..The wind was blowing very fiercely and it made the situation worst..the water was coming inside the house through the gaps in the window...The girl was cleaning the water that had come inside the house..Suddenly she heard a small kitten shouting and calling for help from outside..when she went outside the protico upstairs, she saw a small kitten on the terrace of her neighbours house.It was totally drenched in rain,it was shivering and hiding near the flower pot, but no one bothered..The girl was moved by this scene and she wanted to help that kitten in any way.She thought of getting that kitten inside the house and feed it, as the kitten was very weak ..She was in a dilemma whether to get that kitten inside the house or not, as her family do not like cats.when she told about the kitten her dad got angry on her.Her dad knew that once that kitten comes inside it will never go as she love cats and he strictly warned her...eventhough she was depressed then she made up her mind and decided not to go against her dad.She told herself not to be sentimental and tried to forget about it and fell asleep... After sometime she got up... the rain had stopped.With curiousity she went out to see the kitten,but it was not there.she thought, some street dog would have killed it.She cursed herself for not helping the kitten and felt like crying.When she came inside the house, she heard some noise from the window downstairs.She ran downstairns and shocked to see the cute little kitten with its mom. Its mom cat was licking the water and cleaning her baby body with care and love..As the kitten was reunited with its mom the girl was very happy for her decision...she thanked god and told herself, each and everyone has their own destination irrespective of our decisions..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114524645486074801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114524645486074801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114524645486074801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114524645486074801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/destination.html' title='Destination'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114490674282343577</id><published>2006-04-13T11:59:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:50:57.976+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Golden Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Its very difficult to beleive that karnataka&#39;s golden man Dr.Rajkumar is no more...It is a very bitter news..Eventhough he was a versatile actor, he was known for his simplicity... He ruled kannada film indusdry for nearly 5 decades and he was the god for all karnataka people..I think no one will ever have this golden period in kannada industry again...He was kannadigas pround ANNA...I am a sheer admirer of his acting and songs..He had a wonderful voice and almost all his songs are hit...I have grown up watching his movies and i love almost all his movies...I think if my generation ppl know about kannada history well then its bcoz of Dr.Raj&#39;s historical movies....Each and everyone of karnataka are feeling as if they have lost their own family member and whole bangalore is in tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Today Raj may not be with us physically, but he will live in every kannadigas heart forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;May his soul rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aadisi noodu,beelisi noodu, ooruli hogadhu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yenee barali yaarigu sothu thaleya baagadhu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endhigu naanu eege iruve endhu naguvudhu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eege naguthaliruvudu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---- &quot;Kasturi Nivasa&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114490674282343577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114490674282343577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114490674282343577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114490674282343577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/golden-man.html' title='Golden Man'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114472734620657358</id><published>2006-04-11T10:09:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:35:08.826+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Sad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ccccff;&quot;&gt;Two days back i was very saddened reading about the untimely death of Guru Freddy because of cancer.Guru Freddy was the Belgian `Swamiji&#39; of Somanahalli.I remember his interesting speech on mind-body integration during our outbound training in his Gurukul.We had a great time doing river crosssing, mountaineering, rock climbing, cave exploration, obstacle course and other adventurous activities.We dint know how the time had passed and felt three days was too less to explore the whole place.The 15 acre land is full of green trees,birds,hills and beautiful land scapes...Out of the city, this ashrum is very pleasent and cool and you will enjoy yourself for sure..I really appreciate Freddy&#39;s wonderful work and effort in converting waste land into a beautiful forest.I am sure the ashrum will miss its father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ccccff;&quot;&gt;My deepest and heartfelt condolences to his ashrum&#39;s family members and friends..May his soul rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114472734620657358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114472734620657358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114472734620657358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114472734620657358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-news.html' title='Sad news'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114447271386748067</id><published>2006-04-08T11:27:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:59:29.153+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Some nice Pics taken from my camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/lovely%20view.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/320/lovely%20view.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/hotsprings.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/320/hotsprings.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Springs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/kousan%20temple%20.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/320/kousan%20temple%20.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kousan temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/gala%20night%20n%20frns.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/me%20n%20chiang%20mai.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/320/me%20n%20chiang%20mai.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in chiang-mai Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/1600/emerald%20buddha.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1229/320/emerald%20buddha.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerald Buddha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114447271386748067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114447271386748067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114447271386748067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114447271386748067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-nice-pics-taken-from-my-camera.html' title='Some nice Pics taken from my camera'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114437618696135263</id><published>2006-04-07T08:36:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:47:58.026+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc00;&quot;&gt;I happened to see a froward with nice love quotes.. I am posting some of them...Hope u ppl like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;A Friend&#39;s Love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&quot; If you ever need anything,I&#39;ll be there.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;True Love says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&quot; You&#39;ll never need anything;I&#39;ll be there.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;**----------------------------------------------------------**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Love feels no burden,thinks nothing of trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;attempts what is above its strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;pleads no excuse of impossibility...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;It is therefore able to undertake all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;and it completes many things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;and warrants them to take effect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;where he who does not love would faint and lie down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Though weary, it is not tired;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;though pressed, it is not straitened;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;though alarmed, it is not confounded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;**-------------------------------------------------------**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;What makes a weak man brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;And a king step off his throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Good times, bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Easy times, tough times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;It comes in an instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;And lasts three days after forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114437618696135263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114437618696135263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114437618696135263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114437618696135263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-quotes.html' title='Love Quotes'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114423119550289483</id><published>2006-04-05T16:27:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:29:55.513+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Shock Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Today early morning i got up with a shock...There was a huge noice as if some bomb exploded along with electric sparks...my room window refected in golden color...i really got scared..Came out of my house along with my mom and I saw a crow dying bcoz of electric shock, it was fully burnt..This incident made sush a noice in my neighbourhood as it was a &quot;high tension&quot; power line..After seeing that scene, i was a bit releived as it was not a terrorist attack (he he he, seems like i get wild dreams too often)  but i really felt bad about the crow that died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114423119550289483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114423119550289483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114423119550289483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114423119550289483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/shock-waves.html' title='Shock Waves'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810401.post-114354211490585092</id><published>2006-03-28T16:50:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:13:16.746+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Number Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;After Luxor i am addicted to one more game called Su-Doku..Its a puzzle..I must admit that its a very very interesting game..Every morning i fight with my brother for Bangalore times just to solve the puzzle..Its a good time pass tooo...If anyone wordering what is Su-Doku??, it is a 9x9 grid divided into 3x3 boxes wherein, only some digits will be filled randomly in those grids. Every horizontal row, every vertical column and every 3x3 box must be filled with the digits 1-9 without repeating any digit.If u are interested just watch Bangalore times Page 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.su-doku.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;http://www.su-doku.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114354211490585092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114354211490585092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114354211490585092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114354211490585092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/number-game.html' title='Number Game'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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-13810401.post-114312399055515588</id><published>2006-03-23T20:19:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:18:04.526+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Today,   My Day???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Oh! today is really a very cheerful day...I really enjoyed the whole day with my friends...I watched &quot;Rang de Basanthi&quot;...Movie is good...I cannot tell that it is an excellent movie...but i recommend the movie..must watch movie, atleast once...I liked Kunal, Aamir, story,songs,dialogues, picturization etc etc etc..the cast is very talented...Till the interval the movie makes us laugh with good humour and after interval it gets a bit serious...At the end, it gives a good social message...i think this social msg really makes an impact on us...I will not reveal more about this movie... Do go ,watch and enjoy the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;After the movie, first we went to Pizza hut and had small double cheese pizza and then we went for window shopping...I almost went around the whole mall...As that small pizza was not enough for three of us we went to Transit. After a long time i ordered Thai food..At first I thought it will not taste good as he told that he will put honey in that, but I was wrong,...The taste was not bad and it tasted similar to what i used to have in Bangkok, even my friends liked it.I felt as if i am on &quot;cloud 9&quot; when i was having the Thai crispy veg and chinese Wonton soup.As the food was good i decided to have thai food in Transit next time also...While coming back i met my old friend after 2 years in the bus n felt good talking to him...To sum up, it was a very very lively day for me :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114312399055515588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/13810401/114312399055515588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114312399055515588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810401/posts/default/114312399055515588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anithaonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-my-day.html' title='Today,   My Day???'/><author><name>Anitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070184825922392823</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>