<?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-4316585212346701859</id><updated>2026-04-03T02:05:59.203+05:30</updated><category term="Project 365"/><category term="random"/><category term="travel"/><category term="just like that"/><category term="review"/><category term="bangalore"/><category term="weekend"/><category term="Mysore"/><category term="food"/><category term="bollywood"/><category term="movie"/><category term="work"/><category term="college"/><category term="rant"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="train"/><category term="commercials"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="TV"/><category term="home"/><category term="wishlist"/><category term="actors"/><category term="exams"/><category term="marketwatch"/><category term="photos"/><category term="website"/><category term="Phoenix Market"/><category term="environment"/><category term="festival"/><category term="hrithik"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="poerty"/><category term="sports"/><category term="tamil"/><category term="tennis"/><category term="volvo bangalore"/><category term="women"/><category term="100happydays"/><category term="ABCD movie review"/><category term="DRC"/><category term="Matheran"/><category term="Mumbai"/><category term="SVSC review"/><category term="Seethamma Vakitlo Sirimalle Chettu Review"/><category term="Valentine&#39;s Day"/><category term="airtel money"/><category term="civet coffee"/><category term="coffee"/><category term="contest"/><category term="hasee toh phasee movie"/><category term="hasee toh phasee siddharth parineeti"/><category term="how to reach pandavkada"/><category term="indiblogger"/><category term="instagram"/><category term="learning"/><category term="m.o.d"/><category term="mall"/><category term="mall of mysore"/><category term="nature"/><category term="navi mumbai"/><category term="networks"/><category term="online shopping"/><category term="pandavkada falls"/><category term="pandavkada falls in kharghar"/><category term="parineeti chopra"/><category term="reflection"/><category term="restaurant review"/><category term="siddharth malhotra"/><category term="skill"/><category term="tamil nadu temples"/><category term="tata safari storme"/><category term="telugu"/><category term="viviana mall review"/><category term="viviana mall thane"/><category term="weather"/><category term="weekend outing pandavkada"/><title type='text'>The way I see it...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>quirkygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14477295802119478254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIyn0PUhE68O-fT8ngLq0aaQ5Ta9QgkcAjnEJ4bRixO8zw3jXoRO3Q9FIY38rFATvDqltxltO2CR0XeTSogaQMpsOPnRNnkatX7T4PoC4n8mk-ofeNfu44RWEj-og/s220/DSC01831+%5B320x200%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316585212346701859.post-3619191539517158961</id><published>2014-02-10T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-03-11T16:26:38.758+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="actors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hasee toh phasee movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hasee toh phasee siddharth parineeti"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parineeti chopra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="siddharth malhotra"/><title type='text'>When acting makes up for lack of story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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I did not love Hasee toh Phasee. But after a long time, it was one movie that could be categorized as a time pass. It had its moments, but i found too many glaring holes in the movie that i don&#39;t know how the director, editor, cast missed while making/ editing or watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;A young boy does not confirm to rules, is arrogant and breaks out of the house to go and catch an Amitabh Bachchan movie. Skip a few years, he grows up into a spiffy young man and once again, escapes from the town while he is supposed to be preparing for an exam to attend a friend&#39;s wedding. Does he become a happy-go-lucky nonconformist maverick? Nope! Instead, he falls in love with this pretty snooty female and bears the brunt of her verbal assaults and constant harassment. &amp;nbsp;She threatens to break up to get all her work done. He simply gives in to all her threats. Why? Some ghisa phita philosophy about how easy it is to break up and how can he know that the next girl will be perfect? So he puts up with her. Maverick did we think? More of a doormat. Then why waste first ten minutes trying to sketch a character that has no connection with the person he grows up to be!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And then a young girl, who is touted to be a scientist, ends up stealing from home to fund a &quot;project&quot; after doing her share of drugs at college. She is said to have spent many years in China doing research and is back again in India since she needs money again and is back to steal from her estranged parents. What has she achieved in China? She has invented a ball made out of a polymer that continues to bounce and its kinetic energy can power a high-rise. She is portrayed to be addicted to anti-depressants, incapable of showing emotions, having &quot;sensations&quot; that cause her to blink too much and twiddle her tongue. But halfway through the movie, she is in louve, she grows her hair and does punjabi dance with an elan of a seasoned heroine! How?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The story unfolds against the backdrop of an impending wedding between the hero and his girlfriend. While the groom is seen bonding with the girl&#39;s parents, there is not one scene where she is seen talking to his friends or family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The story is too flaky and all over the place. Why introduce skype calls to China without any subtitles or a brief about it? &amp;nbsp;What transpires between Parineeti and her dad when they meet? What leads to her falling for Siddharth? Why does she take pills that cause behavioral changes? How can she just stop taking them and still be normal? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Parineeti&#39;s character sketch is very spotty while Siddharth has just one brief- try too hard to please the girlfriend and then that he should fulfill the next responsibility that the girlfriend dumps on him- that of taking care of Parineeti- with full sincerity. What makes him put so many things at stake to take care of a girl that his girlfriend brings to him as a guest? All his actions are done regardless of how they affect his career - oh yes! he is bidding for the event management of the IPL ( It&#39;s Dharma productions, can it be anything less than the IPL?). To keep his woman happy, he needs to take personal calls while meeting investors, put girlfriend and her family above everyone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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Too many complaints? Yes. But despite the way both their characters are sketched, both the lead actors have done full justice to their roles. Siddharth is effortless as the lovelorn boy who wants to prove himself to his girlfriend and get her affections. Parineeti has done a great job in the first half of this girl who is stuck in a mess and is slightly dotty. And then pulls a power-packed performance towards the end after she realizes that she has lost the love of her life. I had brushed off Siddharth Malhotra as someone who cannot act and dance after watching SOTY. But he does a fab job dancing ( See Shammi!) and with acting too. Look out for the scene where he locks Parineeti in a room and forgets about it and then goes back and hugs her in apology. He is earnest in his attempts to please his fiancee and in taking care of Parineeti to keep her happy. I could totally overlook all the unwanted subplots and inconsistencies in the story simply cause both of them have done an amazing job with their acting. Go watch the movie for their performances. The songs Manchala and Zehnaseeb are haunting and will live with you long after you are out of the cinema hall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh no, the 100 &quot;happy&quot; days are not over yet, not even half way through for me to introspect about them. Just a few passing thoughts as I am dutifully putting up a picture each day. When I first spotted the 100 happy days project on instagram, I was really kicked about the prospect of all those lovely pictures that would go up each day as &quot;this is what made me happy today!&quot; and going over them at the end of the 100 days and feeling all joyous about all the little things that put a smile on my face that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I started taking the pictures each day, I realized that it is not like everyday you go for an outing that makes you spill over with joy, so trip pictures got restricted to weekends. You cannot keep putting up pictures of jogging track where you go for your morning walk and get the adrenalin rush or the happiness at finding an empty bench in the park after the evening stroll. So you are left with the mundane food and material acquisitions. Well, eating the chocolate cake is fun, but not so much putting up a picture of it while I am waiting for it to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this puts me into a moral dilemma. I end up putting pictures of &quot;things&quot; that are photograph-able for the project. But what about the moment when I threaten that Arnab Goswami shouting on TV will end up causing our divorce and the husband promptly hands me the remote and then wistfully looks at it, hoping I would change my mind? At this point, I smile more than what I did when I ate the chocolate cake and change back to the shouting match cause I can&#39;t see the fellow&#39;s depressed expression. Or the moment that the sister laughs at me complaining about the weather in Bombay and tells me that it is God&#39;s way of punishing me for all the days when I turned off the fan saying I can&#39;t stand the cold. And the next moment she tells me that sitting in the biting cold in Delhi, she does miss having me around. And my heart just melts. &amp;nbsp;A whatsapp conversation with a friend can make me all chirpy the whole day, but how do I capture such moments of joy?&lt;br /&gt;
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Most things that make me happy are abstract- a spoken word, a warm hug or actions from people I meet or interact with. Until there is a way to put these up on instagram, I will stick to the more material things that are secondary sources of happiness. I am just praying and working towards ensuring that at the end of 100 days, it does not look like a collection of &quot;what I cooked&quot; or &quot;what I ate&quot; today :D&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Oh, and by the way, you can find my collection on &lt;a href=&quot;http://instagram.com/quirkygrl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt; hash tagged as #100hdquirkygrl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This post has been languishing in the drafts for a while now. I was down with an upset stomach after returning from the trip and was caught up in the year end frenzy after that and could not complete it.&lt;br /&gt;
Coming back to the post, we decided to do a trip to Matheran since the season seemed perfect to go to a hill station. Anytime is perfect to escape to a hill station when in Mumbai, actually, since it is never too cold here. We picked Matheran after reading about it being an eco friendly place and a nature lover&#39;s paradise. Matheran does not have too much to offer in terms of &quot;hill station type&quot; tourist attractions per se- no boating or flower garden or adventure sports. It is a hilly region that is full of viewpoints from where you can catch the sunrise, sunset or other breathtaking views.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are driving to Matheran, you have to park your vehicle at the Dasturi car park and hike from there onwards to reach your hotel. We chose to make it an out and out train trip since we wanted to experience the famous Neral Matheran Toy Train ride. Tickets cannot be booked online and you have to reach Neral early to buy your tickets. The toy train starts off at Neral and goes through the winding tracks along the mountains for a good two hours to take you to Matheran.It is painfully slow, so much that someone jogging along the track can overtake the train. But if you have the time, then simply take the train to savor some beautiful views. So many times, it seems as if you are almost floating in the air since the track runs right along the edge of the hill. As you travel through the woods, you can gorge on guavas, berries, freshly squeezed nimbu juice, bhel and lots of other snacks that the vendors sell through the window at every station.&lt;br /&gt;
Matheran is the perfect pick for you if you are a hiking enthusiast. The place is devoid of any pucca roads cause motor vehicles are banned here. So in order to get from one place to another, you have to walk. Or take the horse. Or sit in one of those precarious looking hand carts.&lt;br /&gt;
Yours truly was not really prepared for all that walking, so imagine my agony when we found on reaching the Matheran railway station around noon that our hotel The Verandah in the Forest was actually in the midst of the forest, a long long way from the station. So a porter was called to carry the luggage while we dragged our feet in the red soil. Enroute, we stopped at the Gujarat Bhavan for a lip smacking thali lunch and headed to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a 20 minute walk through the winding pathways in the forest, we reached The Verandah, a quaint imposing bungalow that has been converted into a hotel by the Neemrana Group. The rooms open out into the verandah which overlooks the forest.It is the perfect place to be in if you are not really looking at doing any touristy activity and just want to sit back with a book and a cup of tea and relax. The rooms have high ceilings and all the furniture is antique. I really love places like this that have the old world charm in them. There are no televisions and no cellphone reception. Its as if you are really transported to history!&lt;br /&gt;
A short siesta later, we were recharged enough to walk to the sunset point and then to the marketplace, which is near the station for a spot of shopping and dinner. When you do not have any luggage to worry about, you can walk all that you want to and not feel a thing. The market doesn&#39;t really have much to offer in terms of souvenirs. Lots of leather chappals, jute bags and the usual tourist place stuff. You can indulge in a variety of mocktails from the refreshment stalls that dot the entire street. They concoct amazing mocktails with all the &quot;imported from mahabaleshwar&quot; fruit crushes and mocktail mixes. There are many decent restaurants all along the street where you can sample indian and continental cuisines.&lt;br /&gt;
By the time we wrapped up dinner and headed back to the hotel, it was pitch dark. The flashlights that the hotel gave us was not going to be of any use inside the winding pathways in the forest. And the horses do not ply in the night. So in God&#39;s name we entrusted ourselves to the hand cart wallahs. After a scary 15 minute journey in the pitch darkness, we thanked the heavens when they dropped us off safely at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;
Make sure you wrap up before sundown if you stay away from the marketplace. If you want to be in the hub of all the activity and stay out till late in the night, then you better pick a hotel near then station/market road. Most hotels near that area are kid friendly, with loads of games and activities but are not really an unwinding destination.&lt;br /&gt;
All the walking you do in Matheran ensures that you get a good night&#39;s sleep. A nice spread of breakfast was awaiting us when we woke up the next morning. Take in the scenery over your cup of masala chai and you will wonder why on earth doesn&#39;t your dining table have a view like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Half an hour later, we were walking again, this time to catch the views from Louisa Point, once again far into the jungle. You walk, walk and walk some more to reach I don&#39;t know how deep into the jungle and then suddenly there is the clearing and a breathtaking view that is worth all the effort. Only after soaking in the view, when you walk back do you feel the strain.&lt;br /&gt;
Matheran has just about enough spots for you to cover it in two days, making it an ideal weekend destination. The trip will help you slow down - starting from the slow train to the pace at which everything moves around in there. Go there to rediscover walking, to get your feet and footwear dirty in the red mud and to connect back to nature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The brand new Viviana Mall in Thane has been on my &quot;places to be checked out&quot; list for a while now. I waited for someone to put up a review or for the mall itself to update its website in order to see if it was worth the trip all the way to Thane. None came my way. So rather than waiting some more, we decided to check the place out on the New Year&#39;s day. And I am writing this post for the benefit of the people who are perhaps waiting for somebody to give some information about the mall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Viviana Mall is located on the Eastern Express Highway, a little further from Korum Mall. It is almost 5 kms from the Thane Station. If you are driving, then you will be happy to note that they have ample free parking space. Just that, you have to do one whole pradakshan round of the entire mall in order to reach the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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The mall is pretty well laid out, with a courtyard in the center where they have their events and games. The walking area which is elliptical on each floor is flanked by stores on either sides such that you do not miss out on anything while you complete one round.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once in, you find the usual suspects when it comes to the stores. But what was different was the number of anchor stores that the mall has. Its got Lifestyle, Shoppers stop, Hypercity, Homecentre, Marks and Spencer, Zara (awaiting completion), Pantaloons, Reliance Trends and perhaps the biggest Bata store that I have seen till date as anchor stores, clearly outnumbering those in other malls.&lt;br /&gt;
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We reached there pretty early, in time to glance at the layout of the mall and do a quick recce before heading for lunch. Lunch was at the much-hyped Cream Center which overlooks Sanjeev Kapoor&#39;s Yellow Chilli. The food was decent, but certainly not upto the all of the hype around their food. Thankfully, the crowd started trickling in as we were wrapping up lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are plenty of options when it comes to food in the form of restaurants, aside from of course the food court. You&#39;ve got Cream Centre, Pizza Works, The Yellow Chilli, Rajdhani, Mainland China, Fire House Grill, Yoko Sizzlers and Banana Leaf. There are many cafes at every floor, notable among those are Starbucks and Tea Trails a midst your regular Barista and Gloria Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once you are done eating and shopping, you can head to their Fun City for a round of bowling or play all of the shooting, racing and redemption games. Bowling is charged at Rs.220 per head and you can buy a card for the games at Rs.200, with Rs.50 being the minimum top up after that. The multiplex, Cinepolis is still under construction, not something you would complain about since the mall expedition itself will be a 3 hour affair. Add to it time for lunch or a refuel and games and almost your whole day is taken care of. Head out before the evening on a weekend since you want to avoid the crowd and the mad traffic on the expressway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mee was driving along the Arter Road IV. She was summoned by her Uncle Soul who seemed very distressed. She knew that Uncle Soul had lately been having difficulties ruling his Kingdom Bodos. Kingdom Bodos was once a thriving kingdom with the finest of roads, 24*7 water supply and people living prosperously. All that changed when Soul made General Mindus the head of Bodos army . General Mindus had secretly nursed an ambition to rule kingdom Bodos after his late father Bryan Mindus was put away in prison, charged with treason by Soul. Soul didn&#39;t want to deprive Mindus of this position which he had earned on merit and also secretly hoped that Mindus wouldn&#39;t keep any ill-will inside him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;During the initial duration of his term, Mindus did not do anything untoward, but soon that changed. General Mindus started creating silos in villages of Bodos, where he wouldn&#39;t allow the local produce of Heamos and Plateletos from reaching other parts of Bodos where this was not produced. This created severe nutritional deficiencies in small kids in other villages resulting in increase in cases of malnutrition. General Mindus also started a parallel economy by constructing a new road network across the kingdom and named it after his son Veinus. These roads were made of inferior quality material and were used to transport ironless Haemos grown in the fields owned by Mindus. The health of the people from different parts of Bodos started deteriorating but they still hadn&#39;t realized this as the deterioration was slow and Mindus was selling this produce as low cost produce to gain the support of the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the vast army of sycophants who were under his control he was successful in convincing the farmers about the margins they stood to make with this inferior quality Haeomos and Plateletos. In areas where the land was not fertile, he would use the vast media empire he owned to sell these produce as part of Subsidy&lt;br /&gt;
program from the government.General Mindus was very successful in creating a perception that all the ill-wills in the kingdom was because of King Soul and he was striving hard for the people. All these resulted in popular support for him from the people of Bodos and indifference and diffidence to King Soul though he had ruled his kingdom very well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The authority of King Soul slowly started to wilt and General Mindus was calling the shots.It had been 8 years since General Mindus had taken control of all the major administrative work in Bodos. King Soul had trusted him enough to give him a say in most matters involving the kingdom. Though some of his close advisers like General Heart had warned Soul over the way General Mindus&#39; influence was increasing, Soul rubbished all these concerns attributing them to the jealousy of Mindus&#39; peers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mindus used to run an annual competition for the best drivers of Bodos along the different roads in the Veinus highways. The winner would receive the grand prize of 10,00,000 RBCs which he could then use for the betterment of his/her family or village.&lt;br /&gt;
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This time the competition was different, and the repercussions would resound for generations for Bodosians. General Heart&#39;s warnings had finally managed to breach the stubborn ears of Soul. He had sent out some of closest aides from his Secret Force and to his shock realized that all the warnings and foreboding of his men were actually true. Mindus had destroyed the economy of his once flourishing kingdom and had put in place a black economy which made profits only for a few and put lakhs of Bodosians into poverty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soul asked for Mindus to be present himself to the court and answer all the questions put forward by the jury regarding his illegal actions. Mindus bluntly refused and called on the entire army to seize the court, the king&#39;s key aides including General Heart and other influential aides. Mindus declared emergency in the Kingdom and wanted to throw King Soul into prison. It was the timely intervention of his key aide Major Epiglotia who said that doing so would result in people of the kingdom uprising against him. So Mindus asked for his men to escort King Soul to his military home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mindus gave Soul two weeks deadline to leave the Kingdom to seek refuge in a neighboring country. Soul found it humiliating to face the potential of being banished from his own Kingdom. He asked Mindus to give a chance for a fair fight. Mindus did not want to go to the people as he was not sure which way the people would vote. Of all the things Mindus was known for, he also made decisions in haste many times. He agreed with the condition that King Soul or one of his nominee had to win this year&#39;s race. If he did, then Soul would continue to be King and Mindus would take the land east of the River Intestine and would no longer interfere in the affairs of Bodos. If he lost then he would immediately be exiled to a neighboring country. King Soul agreed as he had to use this last lifeline. Mindus&#39; aides warned him against such a hasty decision but Mindus had a mind of his own.He would design the race in such a way that only his best racer-Cancerus could win.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mee was the only person Soul knew who could represent him in such a race. Though there was already talk in the kingdom that no one had won a race against Cancerus in the last 5 years partly due to his driving skills and partly due to the support he received from his Evil Tumor buddies who lived high up in the hills which lined the several Veinus roads. Mee knew what she had to do. She had her Uncle&#39;s pride at stake and all the racing competitions she had won against very famed racers in various international competitions would come to naught if she didn&#39;t win this race.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mindus got the best race designers to design the track of the race.The roads were the most rough, with his Evil Tumor buddies blocking these roads at various checkpoints just to eliminate competition. They would inflate themselves into gigantic balloons and block entire roads.Major Gall Blader would suck out all the water from River Bile and in its place would remain only thick crystallized stones which made driving over them extremely tough and dangerous. Cancerus would also during the course of the race multiply himself into thousands of identical racers in order to confuse Mee. When the racers would reach the Bridge Medula Oblongata, Mindus would drench it with alcohol so that the bridge would swing wildly and make driving potentially life threatening.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mee was told my Soul what she would be up against. It was not only Mindus that she was up against buy also her brothers who had chided her for being a girl who participated in car races, a male bastion for long. Her repeated wins had not managed to convince them she, a girl, could be successful at a man&#39;s sport. Looking at Mee&#39;s worried look, Soul asked her to go and meet General Heart&#39;s brother- Courage. When Courage saw Mee at his doorstep he could tell that the young girl had lost her bearings a little while trying to ponder over what could happen in the race. Courage sat her down and showed her a design of a SUV he had made long back. Due to lack of resources and other things that kept cropping up, he could never fulfill this dream of building a SUV for himself that could be driven on any road.&lt;br /&gt;
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He asked Mee to take the design and start building on it. With the King&#39;s last few resources left, Mee got her friend Pulmonus, known for huge interest in vehicle building to jointly convert this design into reality. Ten days prior to the race, the car was ready and Mee was ready to take on Mindus&#39; men. Mee christened it as Tata Safari Storme after her late father Tata and mother Safari.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the day of the race, Mindus chided Soul for giving a girl the baton of responsibility of winning back his kingdom when he knew that the competitor would be none other than Cancerus. Mee was determined even more after hearing this comment. The race started and Mee was making good progress driving her Tata Safari Storme. The roads were very slippery due to rains from the previous night but Mee felt in total control because of the anti skid tyres of her Storme. Then the Evil Tumor Buddies showed up and wanted to take Mee out of the race.They blew themselves into huge balloons and tried to block the roads. Mee could see that the road ahead of her slowly blowing up. She had to believe in the strong metallic bodies of the Storme to take the shrill noise and heat emanated by the Tumor Buddies. She could see Cancerus trailing off ahead of her. The hydraulic lash adjusters and Roller finger followers made the noise and heat less harsh. Her fully electronic controlled fuel injection system resulted in higher pressure which allowed her to speed up to maximum power and speed which helped her in crossing the Tumor buddies.The shock absorption springs put together in the car allowed her to safely cross the Stones left over after River Bile was sucked dry. Major Gall Bladder suddenly opened up the Glucose vents which filled the River Bile. However Mee was able to drive through the river owing to the high water wading capability of Storme.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cancerus was taken aback by the advance being made by Mee He decided he had to use the last trick up his sleeve to prevent Mee from surpassing her in the race. He multiplied himself into thousands of clones which confused Mee as to how many people she was racing. Mee understood that this was a tactic to slow her down. Instead of playing into the hands of Cancerus she shifted to top gear and heated up the Storme to 160kmph. Cancerus was dumb stuck by the manner in which Mee raced past him. Close to the finish line, Mindus got his men to slip the huge boulders from their positions atop the hills so that one of them could crush Mee before she reached the finish line. A mirage of Soul was created at the centre of the road which confused Mee who tried to take corrective action by pressing the brakes very hard. Though the Storme skid a bit, Mee was still in control of the vehicle. However, in the midst of this, what Mee couldn&#39;t avert was a boulder hitting the car. But the Storme was built such that, apart from diverting a little from its path of activity due to the impact,its body remained intact. Mee crossed the finish line much ahead of competition. Mindus knew he couldn&#39;t play any more games. Before the Kings Secret Force would get their hands on him, he fled the scene. Mee was declared a hero by Soul and all the illegal activities of General Mindus was made public.&lt;br /&gt;
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For Mee, it was a personal victory for her against the thought process of her brothers. She kissed her Tata Safari Storme for being her trustworthy companion, at every turn and on every road. King Soul took his kingdom back and worked on putting back Bodos on the path of progress.&lt;br /&gt;
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The alarm rang and I suddenly woke from my dream. I put on my glasses and looked for the magazine that I was reading the last night. I flipped to the page that had the car of my dream- the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tatasafari.com/&quot;&gt;Tata Safari Storme&lt;/a&gt;. With a car like that, life will surely be one helluva adventure, not just in the dream, but also in reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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The post is written for the I am Explorer contest by Tata Safari on Indiblogger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/feeds/2485290214098591720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2013/09/mee-and-tata-safari-storme.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/2485290214098591720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/2485290214098591720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2013/09/mee-and-tata-safari-storme.html' title='Mee and Tata Safari Storme'/><author><name>quirkygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14477295802119478254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIyn0PUhE68O-fT8ngLq0aaQ5Ta9QgkcAjnEJ4bRixO8zw3jXoRO3Q9FIY38rFATvDqltxltO2CR0XeTSogaQMpsOPnRNnkatX7T4PoC4n8mk-ofeNfu44RWEj-og/s220/DSC01831+%5B320x200%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316585212346701859.post-4286741602034893768</id><published>2013-09-14T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-09-14T23:05:49.401+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online shopping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="website"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wishlist"/><title type='text'>The Future of Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
There was a time when Amma would complain about how Dad would stand aloof in the store, while she would go saree hunting. Or how he would lose patience when she would want to compare the prices between two shops before buying. Then, once we grew up, we were her perfect companions- for both window shopping and actual purchases.&lt;br /&gt;
Then came the revolution in our lives, a few years back, in the form of online shopping. The newly acquired credit card was pulled out of the wallet and the first online transaction was made. I checked and rechecked my credit card statement to make sure that there were no further transactions reported and that my card was secure. And the happiness when i got the call from the mail room about a courier that was waiting in my name, well, that is something that i really cannot get down to describing! After that, i was a regular visitor to the mail room and i was sold to the concept of online shopping. Not just buying stuff for myself, online shopping helped me buy things for my loved ones and surprise them with a courier that reached their address. Tracking pending couriers became a favorite activity! Books from flipkart, electronics from ebay, clothes from one of the numerous lifestyle websites were ordered left, right and center! And well, why would you not when you are getting branded goods, for crazy prices from people who save on showroom, air conditioning, sales persons and operate with a warehouse and a website.&lt;br /&gt;
When my mother was describing to a neighbor about my compulsive online shopping and how one can get anything online, what she had to say was- &quot;amma-appa vittu verai ella kadaikum&quot; ( you can buy anything online other than your mom and dad!) . True, isn&#39;t it, in a time when you can even find your soulmate (sic) online!&lt;br /&gt;
Where do i see this heading? Well, we already have &quot;try and buy&quot;, where you can get two sizes of clothes or shoes at your doorstep and pick the one that fits you the best! You can compare prices of products on multiple websites, apply coupons, get freebies and get the best bloody deal possible. You go to the store &amp;nbsp;to check actual goods, only to go back and order it by clinching the best deal there is on the product. It has become so prevalent that there is a new term for this activity- Showrooming :D&lt;br /&gt;
In a decade or two from now, i do not see how the brick and mortar stores are going to survive at all. Lack of time, travel constraints, expensive rental spaces are all going to result in the online way being the way to shop.&lt;br /&gt;
What i envision the online shopping scene to be is something like this. Login to a website by facial recognition- no hassle of maintaining usernames and passwords.&lt;br /&gt;
The website maintains the data of all your previous purchases, the addresses they were delivered to, size details of your friends and family for whom the purchases were made.Next time you wanna buy something, click on the person you want to make the purchase for and default sizes are already selected.&lt;br /&gt;
Selecting a product will give you a 3D image of the product, which you can view from all angles. If it is clothing or accessories for yourself, you can see what it looks like on a 3D model that looks like you. 3D projections outside your screen will let you sense what the product may appear like, how big it will be et al- you can see if those pair of shoes fit you like a dream, &amp;nbsp;if they make your feet look prettier and order the right size only if you are convinced!&lt;br /&gt;
Or if it is jewelry or a watch, see how it looks on you when you adorn it on yourself and then only shell out all the big monies on it.&lt;br /&gt;
Today, you get product recommendations based on your browsing history or past purchases. In future, you probably will be getting recommendations based on what a close friend or a family member has purchased. You could even be able to subscribe to updates about what someone you know is buying if they are using their social media profile to make the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;
Or if you are the window shopping kind who just likes to browse through what the numerous stores in a mall can offer, you could get a virtual tour of a mall space, where you stroll through passageways and choose which stores you want to browse. Once you are done sifting through the virtual racks and checking out their latest merchandise, if you feel like it, you could add products to the cart. Or simply walk into the next store. All this, without hurting your feet, without spending your car fuel or worrying about parking and within the comfort of your home.&lt;br /&gt;
And well, lest you should worry about missing out on the social aspect of shopping, where you can stare at the lady in red with the pretty shoes or at the book that the person next to you is browsing or bumping into a friend in the mall, what the virtual shopping experience will offer you is that a simulated version of you walks in the mall and can bump into a friend or a colleague there! And do all this, without the husband in tow cribbing about how much time you take while shopping!&lt;br /&gt;
What would also drastically improve in the coming decade is the delivery time. Now i have to wait for a week or so for a shipment to be sent if the seller is in Delhi and i live in Bangalore. In future, when the brick and mortar stores are done away with, what will remain will be warehouses all over the country. That way, all you need to do is place an order, and the warehouse nearest to you will deliver it to you in no time- more like how the grocery delivery happens these days.&lt;br /&gt;
Goes without saying that buying online is already the way most people are buying today. In the next two decades, when the penetration of the internet will increase manifold and when people become less wary of online transactions and identify how convenient it is, online shopping will be able to link every artisan, every craftsperson and everyone with an ability to provide a product or a service with the person who has the power to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;
This is my entry for the future of shopping contest by ebay.in Though i am not sure whether what i envisage will be what the online shopping scene will be like in 2030, but the new&lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/eBayCheck_Extention&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; ebay check extension&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for chrome is something that you should check out if you are an online shopper!&lt;br /&gt;
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While marriage, a subsequent change in the city, setting up a home are all good excuses, i still do not think i should have missed out on writing so many of those posts that were drafts in my head all along these months. Any which ways, today&#39;s outing deemed a post and here i am, getting back to writing on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;
The first thing that struck me when i was looking around Navi Mumbai is that it is pretty well planned, and green and relatively cleaner than the main city. The locality we chose to live in reminds me so much of Bangalore and the place is inhabited by a lot of south indians. It did feel like home to me in a really short time!&lt;br /&gt;
Since the setup and all has been taken care of, it was now time for us to start exploring the place. Scanning the nearby places to visit, we zeroed in on Pandavkada falls. We could not have picked a better day. The sun was looking up after yesterday&#39;s rain. No rain = happiness already!&lt;br /&gt;
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Pandavkada falls is located 5 kms from the Kharghar railway station. So taking the train is a good option to get there. However, getting an auto from the station might be difficult. The entry to the falls is located right next to the Kharghar golf course.&lt;br /&gt;
Once you get there, it is a 20-25 minutes hike to the falls proper.&lt;br /&gt;
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First thing you notice when you get there is the sudden greenery all around you! It suddenly gets all quiet and you can hear the birds chirping. We got there around 10 in the morning. I had read about an entry fee that is levied but never found any ticket counter anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;
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The place leaves a lot to be desired with regards to developing the approach path and facilities for the tourists. There is no pucca road, the rocks and stones can get slippery during the climb and one needs to cross two streams in order to get to the falls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I ended up wading through knee deep water with my shoes on! Also, there are no loos or changing rooms around.&lt;br /&gt;
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The walk can get a little difficult with the slush around. But what is a waterfall unless it is the monsoons! It takes close to twenty minutes to get to the falls proper. But it is all worth the effort. Once you get to the falls, you can see the breathtaking greenery all around, sit on a rock, listen to the sound of water and enjoy the silence and do all the introspection in the world! Or else, if you are feeling more adventurous, climb down a set of rocks and you land in the pool of water bang under the falls! &amp;nbsp;The caves behind the falls did not seem to have any approach route but i still saw signs of X loves Y within hearts inscribed on the rocks! People really do crazy things in/for love!&lt;br /&gt;
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It is amazing that such a beautiful place is tucked away in this part of the town.It has not yet been a victim of too much crowd and commercialization. So much that, there is just one stall at the entrance selling some snacks, that too way above the MRP. So best thing would be to pack your own picnic snack or lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
The place is scenic, makes for a good half day outing.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the flip side of the isolation is that the area is not supervised. Or maybe it is and the people who were doing it had the permission. Nevertheless, i was not happy to see the low intensity blasts happening among the rocks to break them up. Or the trucks at many points along the way, scraping away into the landscape or taking away silt and sand from the water.&lt;br /&gt;
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Navi mumbai has some greenery left in it. I hope it does not become a casualty of all the land grabbing. It is lung spaces like these that make the place livable. I would love to see the spot having an entry fee to regulate crowds and for the fee to be used to develop a solid pathway to get to the falls and to protect the environs.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is actually a vicious circle. Sometimes, bounties of nature such as these are better left unexplored, lest we destroy them as we have done a large part of the planet already!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I called. And called once again. But all i could hear was a long beep. So i called the next number. Again a long beep. Now this only meant one thing. Both parties were busy conversing with each other. So i gave up. And called home. Just when i started speaking, i got a call back from the first person i called. I ignored, thinking i would get back after the current conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
Not even two lines into the conversation, another incoming call alert. This time from the second number.&lt;br /&gt;
Successive tries, first from me to him and his home. Then from him and his home to me. All the times same result. Engaged. Just like me.&lt;br /&gt;
All i remember from the day is flashing a smile and showing off all my teeth to the cameraman. Everything else is almost a blur. All the attention to detail, acting like a delicate darling in front of others, careful&amp;nbsp;practice&amp;nbsp;to remain calm and composed went for a toss in between the flurry of activity.&lt;br /&gt;
Life changing event? Truly speaking, i don&#39;t know. I came back from the function happier and a couple of grams heavier - both from the eating and the ring.That is pretty much what every person needs- a happy heart and stomach!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and by the way, Happy Woman&#39;s day. Couldn&#39;t have thought of a better day for my relationship status to change! More power to Girl Power!&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. To all the people i had assured that i would shout when the D day arrived, this is the shouting from the rooftop! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do you do when a &quot;Dance Company&quot; you own fails to do well in the finals of a Dance Competition? You play the dirty politics card and get them to keep the Champions&#39; title.&lt;br /&gt;
Next, you throw your Choreographer out. He, who has put in more than 10 years of mehanat into the dance company simply walks out, because you proclaim that the ghar and gaaDi are what you have given him. Hello, no salary concept here?&lt;br /&gt;
And well, our man, the choreographer is by a stroke of massive luck, in the right place at the right time. His buddy convinces him to cancel a ticket to his ooru- Chennai and asks him to stay back with him. Luck also chances him upon a bunch of young almost jobless folks, all of whom , again by massiveluck, are acrobatics capable dancers.&lt;br /&gt;
He sees potential, they start dancing in his mind and thus a dance group is recruited.&lt;br /&gt;
After this is a series of lessons of life (boring), some gyan about chasing one&#39;s dream (boring), lots of dance (expected) and some more dance.&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the movie, you can almost get &quot;So the moral of the story is...&quot; kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acting wise, they do a decent job - nothing that needs heavy duty acting skills. The screenplay seems strained at times, trying to fill in dull parts with unnecessary side tracks.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what it paisa vasool is the final 20 minutes of the movie. Amazing energy, a nice twist in the plot and the participants of DID living up to the dance superstars image. Prabhu Deva is a treat in the scenes that he shows off his style and dance moves. &amp;nbsp;They do indeed make you want to dance to celebrate life itself! Kay Kay Menon as the baddie is well cast. Again, I have a problem with the transformation of the bad to good in the end. Nothing is ever that Black or white.&lt;br /&gt;
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That the audience in the cinema hall stood up and did more than shaking a leg was proof enough that Anybody *can* dance! If only real life had that kind of background music!&lt;br /&gt;
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On the whole, a one time watch. Maybe re-run it to see the dance bits. If you are watching it on a low cost ticket price day, definitely worth your money!&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not really a temple person. I believe in God and pray everyday. But I don&#39;t really think that going to a temple is necessary in order to pray. However,on a recent visit to Tamil Nadu, I tagged along with the elders on temple visits.&lt;br /&gt;
I was surprised to see how they knew names of all the temples, the God that each temple was dedicated to, the location of the temple and most importantly, what famous prasadam was available in each of the temples.&lt;br /&gt;
It was perhaps the best time to visit Tamil Nadu. Pleasant breeze during the day, temperate afternoons, the lush green Cauvery basin were all a part of a Tamil Nadu unknown to me. I tried imagining the sticky and humid Chennai but in vain - it was that cold in Kumabakonam early in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;
This post has been a long time coming. I did not really know how to go about writing it. Story about one temple would be a post in itself. Hence an easy way out and a glimpse of the temples that i visited during my trip last month. Warning- a really long post below.&lt;br /&gt;
The first morning at the Thyagaraja Temple in Tiruvarur was an eye opener about how big the temples in Tamil Nadu can be - so much so that the two entrances of the temple are a good ten minute walk from each other!&lt;br /&gt;
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Like most other temples i would subsequently see, this temple had a HUGE koLam (theppa koLam/temple tank) adjoining it.&lt;br /&gt;
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And not to forget, a really hi-fi vadhiyar!&lt;br /&gt;
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The paintings inside the temple walls, the heavy woodwork, the musty smell of the oil from the lamps were a fixture in all the temples.&lt;br /&gt;
The elephant at the entrance of the Uppliappan kovil in Kumbakonam blessed me soon as i gave it a coin. And once i turned, the koLam there made me stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was such a symmetry in the multiple dwarams, that i forgot for a moment that we were queuing up to the see the God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next stop was the Rahu-Ketu temple next door. Again, brilliant colors on the walls and roof. A hall way that seemed to never end. Lots of open space, sand and a lovely koLam that i could not photograph due to want of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day two saw us visiting the Vaidheeshwaran Temple that is thousands of years old and is known to hold a cure for all kinds of ailments. Lovely light streams into the temple near the entrance, but it is spread over such a vast area that by the time you reach the garbhagriham, it is really dark.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, a huge tank in the enclosure whose holy waters are said to be&amp;nbsp;therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;
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And well, in keeping with the theory that it is faith and not really the idol that is important, we did drop in into the dargah at Nagur, where the person with the peacock feather jhadoo asked me if i was there in order to pray for a wedding asap. I retorted saying its not an asap wedding i need, thanks much. He seemed baffled and wanted to know what is it otherwise that i was wishing for. I said my prayers in my mind and got the jhaDoo beaten on my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next in line was the Velankanni Church. A pristine white washed building by the blue sea, people of all faiths culminating to pray, a Tirupathi-like tonsure&amp;nbsp;center&amp;nbsp;out of which came people by the hoards with chandan paste on their newly shaved heads were all sights to behold.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing i was convinced of. People have tremendous amount of faith that God holds all the answers. And &amp;nbsp;people throng the religious places to&amp;nbsp;re install&amp;nbsp;that faith. And irrespective of which religion you belong to, the faith you see in the pilgrims can move you. You also start believing that *This* particular God is waiting above to say tathasthu to you. So you pray- be it at the temple, or the church or the mosque, and hope you are the lucky one!&lt;br /&gt;
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The wrap to the visit was at a place that i have forever wanted to see - The Brihadeeshwaran Temple at Tanjavur, my native place. The temple is an architectural marvel. It is surprising, that in times as old, people built such a wonder without any machinery. Period. I have nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sheer size of the temple is something i perhaps can&#39;t put into words.&lt;br /&gt;
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On that note, it is a wrap on the piligrimage diary. I came back after visiting many shrines, a lot of prayers said in the heart and maybe with a blessing or two that God bestowed upon me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have had my eyes on this movie for a while. For one, it seemed like a feel good movie, and seemed to be one that the whole family can go out and watch together. The sound track was already on my daily playlist. There was no way i was going to miss this movie!&lt;br /&gt;
Giving Alex Pandian a miss, i booked tickets for SVSC. The movie starts off slowly. There is no linear narration. Nothing that tells you what the leads are doing for a living, no scenes that spoon feed information to the viewer. Bits and pieces of their daily life are portrayed for the viewer to understand and put together.&lt;br /&gt;
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The story mainly&amp;nbsp;focuses&amp;nbsp;on family values and the value and importance of having a family. The special bond that the two brothers share, all the things that they convey to each other in their silences, the awkwardness in expressing their love and concern for each other is really touching! There are no Hindi movie style bear hugs or in your face dialogues about how much they love each other. But their&amp;nbsp;demeanor&amp;nbsp;and actions say it all.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a movie about family and relationships. About regular people worries like running a home, getting &amp;nbsp;the daughter married, finding a job and battling the world to make a living. All of the 159 minutes are not action packed with events. Some are just long pauses and mundane dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;
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But there are some really stirring scenes that will make you forget all the boring bits. The ever smiling good&amp;nbsp;Samaritan&amp;nbsp;father played by Prakash Raj has a memorable role. When he tells his sons that he has not given them money or property but has given them the wings to fly and do what they want, you cannot help but smile with him. And no, its not a all happy movie. It is one hell of a tearjerker. I was telling myself in the head, it is after all a movie, after all a movie, but could not help but cry at each of the over feeling type of dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;
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Venkatesh as the serious, reserved, brimming with temper guy is very convincing.The love story between Mahesh Babu and&amp;nbsp;Samantha&amp;nbsp;is not really convincing. A guy who doesn&#39;t really give bhaav to many a ladies previously, simply falls for her for no special reason.She is wasted in a not so important role. Mahesh Babu is endearing in a movie that doesn&#39;t need him to do much of dishum dishum. His crackling chemistry with his grandma is a treat!&lt;br /&gt;
However, it is Seetha played by Anjali who walks away with the best role. She was super in engeyum eppodum and has done a fab job again!&amp;nbsp;As the orphaned girl who grows up in their home, she is bubbling with energy and is the driving force in the house. The director hasn&#39;t really leveraged the relationship between her and Venkatesh well. For most part of the movie, he is oblivious of her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
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The script however could be a little more taut. Many a places, scenes appear to be there just to fill gaps. All &amp;nbsp;of the duets/dancing songs were totally unnecessary. But the title track and the wedding song make up for the others being shoddily shot. I did not understand many dialogues, cause &amp;nbsp;i am used to watching Siddharth&#39;s movies that have a lot of English in them. The pure telugu in the movie was a little hard to understand in places.&lt;br /&gt;
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The movie may not have a great new story. But it tells you the value of smiling, being nice and helping people. It tells you that come what may, your family is always there with you. Do not forget to carry your tissues, cause cry you will. But am also sure that you would walk out with a smile!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I still remember the time when Diwali used to stand for waking up before the sunrise, the traditional ganga snanam, touching the elders&#39; feet afterwards and receiving blessings and new clothes from them. Diwali, Pongal, maybe Ganesha Chaturthi and the birthday were the only&amp;nbsp;occasions&amp;nbsp;when we would buy new clothes. So much that, everybody would eagerly anticipate the arrival of the festivals, get their clothes ready in advance and get terribly excited about the prospect of trying the new &quot;dress&quot; on. Did i go through all that this year? Of course not. I woke up as usual since i did not have to really compete against the street kids as to who would burst the first cracker of the day. I stopped the cracker bursting business ages ago. The ganga snanam happened in cauvery water and since mister tailor had not gotten my new clothes ready, i had to resort to wearing something that was not brand new. But what surprised me was the fact that i was not really disappointed. And why is that? That is because i dont really look forward to the handful of occasions anymore to pick a new dress or a pretty accessory. The &quot;have money- will spend&quot; attitude has taken away &amp;nbsp;the thrill out of new clothes for festivals.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw a poster yesterday that said, buy only things that are absolutely necessary and things that you really love. I think half the stuff i have is something that i have picked up as an impulse purchase, only to stop liking it a few days later. Another quarter of my stuff is what i have picked up because the discount was great! &amp;nbsp;Goal for 2013- Junking all the items not used over the past 6 months, giving away everything that i have stowed away in the secret hope that i will be able to fit into it someday again and to buy wisely from now on.&lt;br /&gt;
Coupon shopping has wrecked havoc with monthly budgets the whole last year. After a year of reckless spending, i am now wiser to know that no deal is the last deal. And most things that are bought with coupons are only add ons to existing stuff. Do i need that extra handbag that is on unbelievable 50% off? I know i will survive without it. So am not buying it. How many watches does one need? One or two for regular use, a dressy one for occasions. The eyes and the heart will continue rivet at the shiny Rolex watch on the glossy supplement of the ToI. But it is about finding out whether it is a want or a need.&lt;br /&gt;
There is plenty of choice out there when you go shopping.&amp;nbsp;Life was much more simple when there was not much choice. I had one watch that i wore all through high school and college. Bought clothes only for festivals. Wore that same gold earring everyday. And now, i have to dwell on what to wear to work each morning even though i have a closet full of clothes. Once the clothes are picked, think about matching accessories. And no, not done yet. Shoes? Winterwear? I dont know if it is simple to go back to how it was in school. That would mean giving away all those accessories and am not yet ready for that. But yes, i am resolving to cut down on purchases. To pick up only the best of the things rather than being carried away by a discount. And am reserving all future purchases for important&amp;nbsp;occasions so that, when i recollect a purchase, i can also recollect the occasion and the happiness associated with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is wishing you all a bright, happy and prosperous Diwali. May the festive season bring in a lot of peace and contentment to all of us. And may the festive season bring in a little more responsibility in every one of us towards Mother Earth. Let there be more light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a fascination for trains and train journeys. As a kid, it was a yearly ritual to travel overnight to visit grandparents for the summer vacation. I have fond memories of the Rail Museum in Mysore - a staple stopover whenever any relative with a kid visited Mysore. As I grew up, I have taken the train to visit places far and wide apart. And now, I shuttle between Mysore and Bangalore, almost every week by train. Train journeys can be chaotic, sometimes boring and sometimes full of fun. My weekly journey though spans three hours to and fro, is uneventful and mostly spent on getting some shut eye in peace. However, sometime back, I was in for an altogether different experience when I took the Nilgiri Mountain train on a visit to Ooty. For starters, there is something about the air in hill stations that makes you want to breathe deeply. It just fills you up with so much energy!&lt;br /&gt;
We reached the Ooty station at 9 in the morning. My &lt;a href=&quot;http://jyothi-chhabria.blogspot.in/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; had already booked through the IRCTC website. So did not have to worry about ticket availability.&lt;br /&gt;
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The train chugged off at quarter past nine from the Ooty station. While you can feel the nip in the air in the station, inside the train, once the windows are closed, it is warm and cosy. And you don&#39;t really want to open the windows, lest the cold air troubles other passengers. But there isn&#39;t any need for it as there are big windows on both sides that give breathtaking views as the train winds through the hills. Scenic and green, it is a sight to behold.&amp;nbsp;Once in a while, the view gives way to a tunnel, evoking screams from the kids and adults alike. We passed by the Lovedale station which has been featured in many a movie. It appeared to be a small, sleepy town, right out of a picture postcard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/feeds/5815376074237380166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-ride-aboard-nilgiri-mountain-rail.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/5815376074237380166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/5815376074237380166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-ride-aboard-nilgiri-mountain-rail.html' title='A Ride aboard the Nilgiri Mountain Rail'/><author><name>quirkygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14477295802119478254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIyn0PUhE68O-fT8ngLq0aaQ5Ta9QgkcAjnEJ4bRixO8zw3jXoRO3Q9FIY38rFATvDqltxltO2CR0XeTSogaQMpsOPnRNnkatX7T4PoC4n8mk-ofeNfu44RWEj-og/s220/DSC01831+%5B320x200%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7buUXpEQ57U033Qc5cJRdMucviPjtJ8q_JfUSuOF5W8Ib1kUdag2saM7DDStmmTG9LD1G9kPqo_A4zkFhTka3YFslNSXuO1uaV3mBn7jmVOcAOGQ3FHXmdZAs3quB_4jZ9WXqW4vkAw/s72-c/DSC01214+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316585212346701859.post-3458186465072932446</id><published>2012-08-15T23:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-15T23:20:11.432+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="civet coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>Coffee made from cat poop, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I was watching this program on Fox Traveler where the anchor went on a night trail to catch a sighting of civets in Coorg. While they did not sight the elusive civet, what they found were its droppings. And what&#39;s more, the droppings comprised of a bunch of coffee beans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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The jungle civet apparently picks the choicest of the coffee cherries and feeds on them during the night. But the animal can only digest the pulp. What remains behind is your coffee bean. The bean travels through its digestive system, gets mixed with all the enzymes and juices and is pooped in clusters. And these people who could not spot the civet, spotted the coffee bean cluster, picked it up (yuick!) and were amazed by it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The coffee bean clumps are then cleaned, dried and roasted and processed, as if nothing happened!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I frantically googled this after watching the program and was shocked to see that coffee thus produced, is the most expensive coffee in the world. It is widely produced in Indonesia and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Organic-Medium-Robusta-Civet-Coffee/dp/B004JHIBV0/ref=sr_1_1?s=grocery&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1345052224&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;amp;keywords=bantai+civet+coffee&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;sold on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, at a price that is astounding- $44 for 100 gms! So much for cat poop! And why would someone pay so much for coffee? Because it is custom roasted in most places, is produced in very small quantities and is less bitter due to the magic juices secreted from the palm civet. I have one more thing to add to the list of its qualities that it is made from an animal&#39;s poop. Ew!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bizarre people with tonnes of money to spend would not mind the indulgence. But i hope they do tell their guests what&#39;s in the coffee before it is served :) And me, I am happy with my cuppa chai :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday lunch was at this new place in Mall of Mysore called Village. Located in the fourth floor of the mall, Village (Not to be confused with its namesake in Innovative Multiplex Complex and other places) has a nice artificially created rustic setting. You pay soon as you enter, at 1045 for 4 people, it seemed very reasonable. Soon as you pay, there is a guy playing the dhol and a lady with an aarti plate who welcomes you with a tika on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon as the ceremonial welcome is done, they just let you be on your own. There is nobody really attending to you, it is as if you have strolled into a village mela.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a central area with a so-called Banyan tree with buntings tied all around it. On the particular day, the restaurant staff had organised musical chairs, passing the parcel and some other fun team game in the area. There is an open auto and a stage alongside from where you can enjoy the proceedings. Anybody is free to participate in their games. As you are playing, you can walk by for a chaat and have some more since everything on the floor is unlimited. I thought that two hands weren&#39;t really enough for the chaatwala to serve all the people at the &quot;tabela&quot; as they called it.&lt;br /&gt;
After the chaat, you can walk by to the dosa making man and pick your choice of dosa- masala, tomato-onion and i forget the third variety. Dosas are served with Chutney and Sambar. There is another guy by the side dishing out fresh salad. I picked a channa salad that they had nicely named &amp;nbsp;&quot;Chaniya Waniya&quot; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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The food in all is just about average. Nothing to write home about or nothing that would make you want to visit the place many times over. But must give it to them for recreating the village setting, for being really warm. A lady in the staff distributed dandiya sticks to every person in the restaurant and goaded each of us to get on the floor and dance. When there is an enthusiastic crowd, live dholak, foot tapping music, one really can&#39;t help but shake a leg and try a hand with dandiya. Go there if you have a big gang to have fun with, loads of time to while away, an appetite to eat a lot and the enthusiasm to dance away all that you have eaten! &lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Village is also located in Jayanagar Central in Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;
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It was like any other normal Monday when i climbed into the train, early in the morning, to get to Bangalore. Had a disturbed sleep and found myself wide awake in an hour. Most other people in the train were still fast asleep, all cosy in their&amp;nbsp;woolens- it really IS cold early morning! It was then that the lady came by and asked if she could sit down beside me. Unable to sleep, she had just climbed down from the upper berth. I immediately moved my bag to make some place for her. She gave me a big smile and offered to put my bag beside hers, on the upper berth. Tall and well built that she was, she picked it in a flick and did not even have to stretch to shove it on the upper berth.&lt;br /&gt;
I went back to the music that i was listening to. We sat quietly for a long time. When people started waking up one by one, she asked around for directions to the airport in Bangalore and how she could get there. While most of them suggested a taxi, i told her that the volvo was a better and more economic option. When i mentioned about some auto and taxi people fleecing foreigners, she gave me the &quot;been through it&quot; look and narrated an incident where the auto guy asked her to push the auto to get it started. And yes, subsequently drove away. Her lucky star was probably shining bright cause she was able to catch up with him at a signal and got her stuff back. I was actually shocked that someone could fall for a trick in the book as old as this!&lt;br /&gt;
Since she found an eager listener, she told me how she had paid upwards a thousand bucks for quarter of a kg of tea and about 150 a piece a bangle, fully knowing that they were overpriced. She told me she was a music teacher in Austria and let me peep into her travel diary. Pages and pages of the places that she had been to, references of hotels and restaurants, people she had met during her travel and her &quot;to visit&quot; list. Next on it was Mumbai, where she was headed. I was amazed at the extent of her research and planning- down to the restaurants, shopping places and guided tours, for all 5 days of her stay. I threw in a few more places in an around Mumbai from what i remembered of my last visit.&lt;br /&gt;
We got talking about single woman&amp;nbsp;travelers, safety concerns, of what good pepper sprays are and how it was so damn exciting for her to save up and go travelling like this. As we got down at Bangalore Station, i offered to walk with her to the bus stop to show her where the BIAL buses stopped. As we were walking, we picked up where we left off on single woman topic. She told me how there were people back home in Austria coaxing her to get married, and i went &quot;oh my god, it is the same story everywhere!&quot; When we reached the BIAL stop and i wanted to shake hands with her, she pulled me and gave me a tight hug when i least expected it. My name went into her travel diary, along with my mail id. And as i was turning back, she stopped me to give me a &quot;gift&quot;. Much as i tried to say no and refuse, she persisted and gave me a pretty clip and said it would look good on my hair. And that she did not know how else to say thanks for the help that i did. I never thought it was something worth a gift.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I certainly would not have had the sensibility to show my gratitude with anything more than a word of thanks. And now that i look back, i wonder if i would have been so open in the first place, to taking a stranger&#39;s help while in a different city, and whether i would have had that kind of implicit trust that i would be taken the right way. I would certainly have cross checked with some research off the net or asked around more than one person. I started to work with a smile, clutching a pretty clip in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;My week started on a good note. I met Ilvana, a woman really simple, who taught music, sewed her own clothes and was determined to see as much of the world, garner as many experiences and meet as many new people as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Say hello to my new Kindle touch! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Now my travel bag will not groan under the load of multiple books!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.madoverdonuts.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mad Over Donuts&lt;/a&gt;, or M.O.D as they are known, opened shop in Bangalore. My hotshot yembeeyay friend who had done some project on niche chains like MOD dragged me along with her to sample some donuts at the place.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a long anticipated opening. The store has been under construction for a while now. On Saturday, the atmosphere was festive with a friendly man distributing balloons to young and old alike. The head chef guy was cheering the entire staff and all of them were chanting M-O-D aloud. And to add to all the happiness, they were giving away free samples of the donuts to all the people who walked in!&lt;br /&gt;
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The place is hard to miss- standing right outside the food court of &lt;a href=&quot;http://aparnavanand.blogspot.in/2011/11/phoenix-market-city-bangalore.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Phoenix Market City&lt;/a&gt;. M.O.D claims that those who have not lost their hearts to donuts would lose them post sampling them. And they stand true to their claim.&lt;br /&gt;
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In keeping with our love for all things&amp;nbsp;chocolaty, we set out to order the Choco Bomb and Double Trouble - two of their most recommended items. To our dismay, both trays were empty. However, the person at the counter told us that they were getting made, and would be available in a jiffy!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I went on to sample my first donut from M.O.D. Sinful, delicious and wholesomely chocolaty. That is all I can say about it. Double trouble was worth every penny. It has a lot more filling when compared to what Donut Baker offers and scores on the taste front too!&lt;br /&gt;
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One can see the bakers making donuts in the place. And my! I dont know whether it was because it was Day 1 or what, but the entire staff was buzzing with high energy!&lt;br /&gt;
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They have other cheesy sounding flavors like Blush Factor, Original Sin and After dark. The donuts come in rings and are filled. And there are plenty of flavors to choose from! They are priced upwards Rs.50, slightly more premium than donut baker.&lt;br /&gt;
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I intend to revisit and fill in more details.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Ashu, thanks a ton for taking me there and all the gyaan :)&lt;br /&gt;
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A conversation that led to this post:&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: (In the pantry, steeping a tea bag) Wow! Enna special? You turned up in a saree!&lt;br /&gt;
She: Nothing special ya!&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Don&#39;t chumma say nothing. Birthday aa?&lt;br /&gt;
She: No ya! I have so many sarees. Rarely wear them. Why simply save it up for functions only? So i decided to wear it to work.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Nice ya!&lt;br /&gt;
She: Well, it will look and all nice, but who is even thinking of me having to maintain it?&lt;br /&gt;
Me( thinking) If Saree maintenance is difficult, then why go for it? :)&lt;br /&gt;
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For most of us ladies these days, office wear would mean a pair of jeans and a top or a salwar-kurta. The whole concept of the saree being an attire for everyday purpose is gone! Everybody complains about the difficulty in maintaining a saree! For God&#39;s sake, people work the fields in a saree. Until the advent of &quot;modern outlook&quot;, the saree was our staple clothing. My mom goes to work everyday in a saree. How is being in an air conditioned office tough? Why then does our generation think that it is difficult to handle and manage? It is simply because we are not used to draping a saree. Anybody will vouch for the fact that a saree clad woman, when draped well, is elegance personified. But well, we have not been used to wearing it oh-so-often. It is only during some function that we would slip into one (of course, draping it isn&#39;t as easy as slipping-in!) And then all the maami&#39;s would go, aDa! So pretty! You girls look so nice in a saree. You should wear it often!&lt;br /&gt;
And then you suddenly feel that all eyes are on you. So much that you want to go back to being in your &quot;normal&quot; clothes. Ladies of our generation, who are interested, should learn the skill of draping the saree. Only then will we realise how beautiful it is. And we should start treating the saree also as normal clothing, not as something that is&amp;nbsp;unmanageable and attention grabbing. And the first step to that would be to stop asking people who turn up&amp;nbsp;to work&amp;nbsp;in a saree as to what is special?! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Having studied in KV, I am severely handicapped when it comes to my reading and writing skills in regional languages. So when tamil speaking friends at work took to learning to write kannada, i asked myself whether I was happy with just my English and Hindi script knowledge. I knew that I was happy with my passable kannada reading skills that serve the purpose of reading signboards and bus routes. Since I know that level of kannada, reading telugu movie posters is also not a big deal. The challenge of course, is with Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the pre-google era, I would call my parents to read out the name of the interesting movie or serial playing out on Sun TV. Whenever I had to write out a comment in tamizh, naa english script ae vechchi sammaaLippen. But now, I want to learn the language. Simply because I want to read those lovely stories that Amma used to read out from Kumudam and Kalki. Because I want to be able to use right sounding tamizh words effortlessly like Gopinath does in Neeya Naana. Because I want to read Ponniyin Selvan. I have heard people raving about the novel like they rave about Fountainhead or Atlas Shrugged. I know that for a beginner, Ponniyin Selvan is far far away. But I like a good challenge. So I am at it, starting today :) It all &amp;nbsp;looks like jalebi right now, but very soon I should be able to make sense of the alphabet. Best thing is that the Tamil alphabet does not have so many letters!&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. Watch this space for an update in the form of the review of Ponniyin Selvan :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a big sucker for great ads. So when i saw the ad for airtel money, where the girl spots this god-awesome bag but doesn&#39;t have the cash for it, i really felt for her. And felt that she should get the money for the bag. And when her mum dearest said, tathasthu! for her bag wish and sent her money thru phone, i was smiling along with the mother-daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Got me to do some digging up on &lt;a href=&quot;http://airtelmoney.in/wps/wcm/connect/airtelmoney/airtelmoney/home/faqs/faq&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Airtel Money&lt;/a&gt;. So how does it work?&lt;br /&gt;
1. Mom has an airtel money account. Daughter has an airtel money account.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Mom loads cash into her account either by physically depositing money at an airtel office or transfer thru net banking.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Mom needs a power account to send money (Rs.50 subscription). She pays Rs. 5 per transaction below 500 and 10 for transactions above 500. (The bag certainly isn&#39;t coming for 500!!)&lt;br /&gt;
4. Daughter receives the money.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Daughter prays real hard that the store accepts the airtel money. If she is in luck, then he would. She would have to transfer money to his account by payment. And in case she sends it to the wrong ID, airtel does not hold itself responsible. If the merchant did not receive the money, then she would have to contact airtel customer care with transaction ID.&lt;br /&gt;
And yes, its a given that this would mean that all parties involved in the transactions have airtel accounts!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now a simple question, why would anybody go thru this hassle in the age of debit and credit cards?! And if the mom is as tech-savvy, then she can as well use mobile banking and transfer money instantly to her daughter&#39;s account.&lt;br /&gt;
Same case with money transfer. When i can fund transfer directly to another account, free of charge, why would i do it to my airtel phone, so as to later transfer it again, at a charge to someone else&#39;s money account?&lt;br /&gt;
They let you book movie tickets using their money service, but you cannot pick your seats. Riders, charges &amp;nbsp;and conditions are there with almost every transaction. While their tagline says, it&#39;s not just about the money, they are charging money for everything ;)&lt;br /&gt;
I really did not understand airtel ka funda behind launching this service. I&#39;d rather swipe my credit card free of cost and also accrue points for my purchase. Can you think of anyway in which airtel money would be advantageous and convenient?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been going through hoards of websites in the past couple of weeks in order to get the best deal for a certain phone that i have had my eye on for a while. The search spanned the Valentine&#39;s day week and I was&amp;nbsp;cringing&amp;nbsp;whenever i saw the hearts all over the websites. What irritated me the most was, in the gifts for Him section, you found all the smart looking phones and practical gifts. On the other hand, gifts for her featured *PINK* stuff, and was mostly things like stuffed toys, chocolates, pink bags and wallets, pink phones (Beat that!). What makes the online stores think that girls would love stuffed toys? The very fact that she is old enough to receive a valentine&#39;s day gift means that the girl is a grown up! Stuffed toys are for kids! And why do they not think the ladies would be delighted in receiving a practical gift? Why give a pink phones that has hardly any desirable features? Don&#39;t you think a black &quot;useful&quot; phone would please her? Don&#39;t you think she would appreciate a practical gift like an external hard disk ?&lt;br /&gt;
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A note to the online marketing people, women don&#39;t need a pink phone or a stuffed toy to make them feel special. The poor guy will probably face her ire if he gives her an overstuffed teddy bear while she was expecting something useful! And what makes you think that women should be given pink gadgets?&amp;nbsp;I bought myself a stylish&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flipkart.com/sony-ericsson-xperia-pro/p/itmd38snyhrtqw4z?pid=MOBD38S3FGBGGAN7&amp;amp;ref=03c2f894-6c6e-4e07-805a-4273944d59f3&amp;amp;srno=m_1_2&amp;amp;otracker=from-search&amp;amp;query=sony%20xperia%20pro#read-reviews&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;black phone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and am in love with it! More on the phone later.&lt;br /&gt;
Women these days are probably as informed as the men about gadgets. They are practical and they know what they want. And speaking from common knowledge, what they want is certainly not a cuddly teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/feeds/3697296072706170616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/03/why-pinnnk-for-ladies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/3697296072706170616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/3697296072706170616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/03/why-pinnnk-for-ladies.html' title='Why Pinnnk for the ladies?'/><author><name>quirkygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14477295802119478254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIyn0PUhE68O-fT8ngLq0aaQ5Ta9QgkcAjnEJ4bRixO8zw3jXoRO3Q9FIY38rFATvDqltxltO2CR0XeTSogaQMpsOPnRNnkatX7T4PoC4n8mk-ofeNfu44RWEj-og/s220/DSC01831+%5B320x200%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiFfVThLQH0Yk-tqvG9a_V2e3p7S5gkQ_GZmMXttOoOnhlce9zPFungu0-OkeYbBLwMcOb6FXfLhbChtqiiUEM-xmV5to5qyElUTKkKQBD-8A4eJEIAsmTFDhWH2kqqhok9u9IVw47g/s72-c/Samsung-Hello-Kitty.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316585212346701859.post-8512033248861042371</id><published>2012-02-05T13:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:51:48.178+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="volvo bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Volvo Janata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I take the Volvo to work everyday. It is convenient, i can switch off during the journey, take a nap or just watch the traffic passing by. It is a short distance from home to work- about 8 kms. But the traffic makes sure that everyone moves at a snail&#39;s pace, There are people driving by, beside the bus- one person in a car. A royal waste of fuel that just adds to the congestion on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;
I take my eyes off the road and take a look at the people travelling along. Most of them have a laptop bag on their laps and are occupied with their phones. Some fancy, some basic. They are either talking or listening to music. I see the girl giggling away and giving a coy smile as she talks. And i want to say, &quot;Lady, the person on the other end can certainly not see all your 32 teeth. No point smiling so much.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Then there are the people oblivious of their phones having three plus inch displays. The person next to you cannot but help&amp;nbsp;accidentally looking at the message that you are typing.&lt;br /&gt;
There are also the intellectual types. Some come armed with the newspaper and use the travel time to catch up with the latest news. And the person beside him and behind him will try to read the same news, for free. The next kind of intellectuals is the most common kind. People with novels. If you are a regular, you will know the pattern. Takes close to a week to finish a book. Most people will have books from flipkart. Maybe the same bookmark as you do. &amp;nbsp;Usually it is a Chetan Bhagat or Durjoy Dutta. So much for intellect!&lt;br /&gt;
The ones who are not on the phone or occupied with the book, are using the Volvo ride to put on some soothing or headbanging music and relax their own way. And this is not just on my bus route. I am sure that this would be the scene on any bus route.&lt;br /&gt;
The people whom i cannot put into any of these categories are the ones who simply sit and stare. Some openly, some under the veil of their sunglasses. The persistent starers always sit in the seats the face the others in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;what i am doing, and take my eyes off the people in the bus. I certainly don&#39;t want to fall into the staring people category. It is time to turn my focus onto the newspaper of the person sitting in front of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/feeds/8512033248861042371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/02/volvo-janata.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/8512033248861042371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/8512033248861042371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/02/volvo-janata.html' title='Volvo Janata'/><author><name>quirkygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14477295802119478254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIyn0PUhE68O-fT8ngLq0aaQ5Ta9QgkcAjnEJ4bRixO8zw3jXoRO3Q9FIY38rFATvDqltxltO2CR0XeTSogaQMpsOPnRNnkatX7T4PoC4n8mk-ofeNfu44RWEj-og/s220/DSC01831+%5B320x200%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316585212346701859.post-5947314089315045138</id><published>2012-01-29T11:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:05:52.407+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commercials"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV"/><title type='text'>Have you started reading The Hindu yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to come across the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Eb-waHx-00&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;commercials&lt;/a&gt; that were asking common people GK questions at the airports, railway station, parking lots and malls. What does ATM stand for? Who is the Vice President of India? Who is the successor of Rantan Tata? That evoked a very matter-of-fact response- Actually, his son, Mukesh Ambani! LOL! What is Tahrir Square? A shape, like circle :P! And they followed it up with questions like What is Hrithik&#39;s pet name? Who is the actress known for being Size zero? And well, everybody knew the answers to those questions! And they all got the same question after that- Which newspaper do you read? Then come the stock replies- beep-beep-beep- all the dumb looking people mouthing, you guessed it- &amp;nbsp;Times Of India. There are multiple minute long ads, with a good background score, crisply edited, &amp;nbsp;that make a fun watch. &amp;nbsp;And to add salt to the injury, they tell you to read The Hindu in order to &quot;stay ahead of the Times&quot;! Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;
I personally don&#39;t think that people who read ToI are essentially dumb. The paper just has been packaged well to make it appealing to a casual reader. That does not mean that ToI would not talk about Cyrus Mistry or the Egyptian crisis. Just that, people probably reach for the supplement for the gossip more than looking at the headlines. On the other hand, The Hindu has more &quot;stuff&quot;. And that makes you read the headlines and all that goes along with it. &amp;nbsp;I am a recent &quot;The Hindu&quot; convert and can vouch that the paper does wonders to &amp;nbsp;your vocab and general knowledge- only, only if you read it line by line. A cursory glance at The Hindu would not do you much good. You might as well read any other paper and get the same information.&lt;br /&gt;
But out of all this, what gladdened me was to see The Hindu taking pot shots at ToI. The newspaper has recently had a management change and looks like they are set to change their image from being the laid back &quot;no fluff-only stuff&quot; paper to an aggressive paper that wants to assert that it is the best. May even prompt a lot of people to take to reading The Hindu. It now remains to see how ToI responds to this. This is Fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/feeds/5947314089315045138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-you-started-reading-hindu-yet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/5947314089315045138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316585212346701859/posts/default/5947314089315045138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aparnavanand.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-you-started-reading-hindu-yet.html' title='Have you started reading The Hindu yet?'/><author><name>quirkygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14477295802119478254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIyn0PUhE68O-fT8ngLq0aaQ5Ta9QgkcAjnEJ4bRixO8zw3jXoRO3Q9FIY38rFATvDqltxltO2CR0XeTSogaQMpsOPnRNnkatX7T4PoC4n8mk-ofeNfu44RWEj-og/s220/DSC01831+%5B320x200%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mysuru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.303534 76.646110000000022</georss:point><georss:box>12.239186 76.571105500000016 12.367882000000002 76.721114500000027</georss:box></entry></feed>