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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 19:41:51 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Memorable moments</category><category>something to society</category><category>Favorites</category><title>Simply Me!</title><description>for those who care abt me and for those not...</description><link>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews" /><feedburner:info uri="myselfmythoughtsandothersviews" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-891159920382709537</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-30T04:31:33.876-04:00</atom:updated><title>Some times arranged marriages are more cruel than Luv marriages...</title><description>i always strongly believe that expectations lead to disappointments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing which my dad and me still could not figure out is that, he feels whatever he does to me is for my good and bright future!(never mind about my opinion...) be it dress, watch, hair style and so on... but i never thought, it would continue till my bridal hunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends and family have seen her and showed me the photo (i wasn't interested at all...), but my father (alone!) had interest in this alliance...with a lot of hesitation, i was made to meet her, she was jus then completed her engineering and the maximum distance she might have traveled seem to be the corner shop of their street...she was brought up in the comfort zone of their parents...and didn't have the maturity enough to call for marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the immediate next day morning, i said a big NO! against my fathers opinion. (later my father had to say some reasons to convince his father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my own reservations like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*) She should be well educated from a reputed inst. and more talented than me....&lt;br /&gt;*) not necessarily to be working (but wat it takes to not work after studying...)&lt;br /&gt;*) be slightly fairer than me, like someone in shades of Nanditha das, Bipasha, Konkana or Halle berry - (romba overa irukka!)&lt;br /&gt;*) match my height (have always been attracted to heights!)&lt;br /&gt;that's it not more than this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all the above can't be met and i dont even wish it to be...if happens happy, else accept the life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very clear that, the next time I see a girl, I shld meet her personally and talk to her and get her feed back rather than the parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching my reservations, i met her @ the temple against all the odds from their relatives... ( as our match making process are very strict, they can roam freely, talk with the other sex, but when it suddenly comes to marriage, you have to meet them only at the others house, with a cup of coffee (now it's jooooooooooose!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was accompanied by his brother... we spoke( abt our work, schooling and so on...),it was a nice 20 mins interaction... I knew she too had an interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok everything was getting processed...I had her mobile no and all other personal details, thru one of my friend, but had never contacted her in the process (exception - two mails to her office id)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made us to wait for longer than two - three months (the irony is, from day 1, my dad wasn't interested in this alliance, he had his own reservations!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus for the sake of me, he was discussing with their parents( here too, my father and we had one more blow, it was always her mother, who spoke to us and not their father, not even once in the 10-11 phone calls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only they who approached us, and ignited the process and not us... so we were still quizzed, y it took them so much time, to take a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they questioned abt my comapny, she works in a MNC and expected me to do so... I was&lt;br /&gt;clear, that i had no issues with my company and if needed i can do so in the futute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his brother grilled abt my integrity, in watever ways it was possible, even some of school friends, whom I have not met for years asked about my marriage process (seems thru his friends friend, he enquired about me...), but I never asked anyone about her education, schooling, college or so...(after speaking to her, i was able to read her mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself and my dad were very clear that, only if all four of their family were interested, we can have a meet, else, nothing wrong we would part as friends,... but his brother and father said, by all means they were wishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked us to come to their home for a formal visit, we went (though i dont believe in some rituals, i still strongly feel that, we should not take food at their home, till everything is finalized), were made to take lunch at their house, parents were speaking about the community halls, dates and so on... mean while i once again had a chat with her and asked abt her opinion...she said a BIG yes and asked abt me...'Y shld I come all this way to meet you and what still you expect, ofcourse it's an YES'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we returned to home, everybody was expecting for the good to happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after four or five days, i received a message(!) from his brother saying that., his father was not interested in this alliance and it cant proceed further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was left clueless... yes boys do cry, infact everybody cries, when disappointments come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of close friends, who alone were aware of my alliance process cooled me and these are all usual and asked me to move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initally i was interested to know the reason, but later hated to speak to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only they started the talks and it was only they who ended it... infact, my parents have not even demanded any thing from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is wat we call as arranged marriage? hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: sometimes feel that, the first girl to who is said a no has costed me or haunting me...hope it stops with here-itself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-891159920382709537?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/Hhwhesm9Uds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/Hhwhesm9Uds/some-times-arranged-marriages-are-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-times-arranged-marriages-are-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-5106433817439180581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T14:56:06.904-04:00</atom:updated><title>Twitter Mania!</title><description>Twitter.... it's uber cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging Down Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unda veetuke rendagam panrathuna ithu thaan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twitter account....&lt;em&gt;sforsethilc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-5106433817439180581?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/WGV8DkZ5NCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/WGV8DkZ5NCM/twitter-mania.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/10/twitter-mania.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-2220405205616364613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T08:52:12.239-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cried a lot!</title><description>really felt very bad yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the day, which i think shouldn't come again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe people...they ditched me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the true story will be followed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-2220405205616364613?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/GG5CkXntPIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/GG5CkXntPIE/cried-lot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/09/cried-lot.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-2885521000271027113</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-09T03:07:16.519-04:00</atom:updated><title>My first meet</title><description>I met her for the first time @ Marundeeswarar temple in Thiruvanmiyur on September 8th, 2010 wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like heaven.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-2885521000271027113?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/lB4dgwDec7E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/lB4dgwDec7E/my-first-meet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-first-meet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-5824399618997372236</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-02T12:54:20.531-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Sweet lil' Princess! (Dear! U will be no.1 till my fiancée comes)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/TH_WYCssnkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ToPHfhRIZK4/s1600/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/TH_WYCssnkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ToPHfhRIZK4/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512360177454325314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/TH_WK5s2SUI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5dtlsEICc5M/s1600/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/TH_WK5s2SUI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5dtlsEICc5M/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512359951700740418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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+0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-30T09:25:34.457-04:00</atom:updated><title>I have been there......done that......wish to do again......</title><description>yesterday morning myself and Kumar went to Apollo hospitals (greams road), to donate blood, as my colleague Balaji's realtive was admitted to hospital for a liver transplant, for which they were supposed to re-supply 30 units of blood, which was used during the transplant......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally keep this as a log to maintain my donations.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to do the organ donation, will do in the near future.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3794476240380549299?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/FunesKragcI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/FunesKragcI/i-have-been-theredone-thatwish-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-theredone-thatwish-to-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-3848199302300067831</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T14:56:56.643-04:00</atom:updated><title>Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates</title><description>&lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2009/12/blogger-integrates-with-amazon.html"&gt;Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3848199302300067831?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/YDExQ7Edwno" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/YDExQ7Edwno/blogger-buzz-blogger-integrates-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogger-buzz-blogger-integrates-with.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-8957338771563489732</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 07:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-07T02:25:14.791-05:00</atom:updated><title>Let's Feed them.....and they too are one among us....</title><description>hi, this is my first blog in 2010..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on procrastination or lack of interest in blogging or really something interesting did not take place(or came across) in my life for quite a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last december, i went to friend's sister marriage in sankarankolvil....Myself with my colleagues had some good time after a long time....(i always dreamt of going to some greener pastures, which actually hasn't happened to me either thru my native or dwelling city......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to kuttralam falls and thenkasi, it was a visual treat to watch those farm lands and water bodies in and around there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day before the evening of the marriage, we went to watch the movie 'renigunta'which released on that friday...(i always had this habit to watch movies, to wherever new place i visit....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still had some time left for the night show, as the evening show itself didn't got completed....along with our friends, we were chit-chatting, i was able to notice a women in her mid 40’s with torn clothes, unkempt hair, a dark black color covered all over her face, I bet any one would get frightened for her looks…the moment i saw her, she was communicating with me thru her eyes, i felt like some kind of bond being made between us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went close to her(but maintained a safe distance) , she was trying to convey something to me…i still advanced further and made myself comfortable with her…it was very cold out there…she was wearing a torn sweater over her already torn saree…..i looked around to give something to eat to her..i spotted a hawker selling “sundal’s”, i bought a pocket gave it to her..(somehow i felt that, the money i gonna give her is of no use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started asking why she is sitting here… where is her house…has she got married, if so wat abt her husband and children? for all these questions,  i got a single answer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘poyittanga….enna vitutu poyittanga’&lt;/span&gt;(left me, they all have left me and gone), the same moment tears got rolling down over my cheeks….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was saying thanks to me thru her kindful eyes and mind and finally said that ‘i will live a long life, with happy children and wife’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when parting away from her with a pounding heart, my conscience was still killing me a lot of potential questions….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m sure i have not made a fortune to her, but only a partly night meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often get confused between beggars and  the needy / the mentally challenged ones, the later ones are the real ones, who needs our real helps……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often forget our human bondage…we are created to help others and they are awaiting for our help…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anbe Sivam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-8957338771563489732?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/ZpzhHShDmOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/ZpzhHShDmOs/lets-feed-themand-they-too-are-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-feed-themand-they-too-are-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-4918900247123322540</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T22:06:02.034-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"THE FIRST CIGARETTE IN YOUR LIFE ALWAYS COMES FREE" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;while browsing through some TV channel's talk show, I came across this one and later realized, how true was it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-4918900247123322540?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/Sa8svsDHTAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/Sa8svsDHTAo/first-cigarette-in-your-life-always.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-cigarette-in-your-life-always.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-7136905364224981574</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T02:58:29.916-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rainy Chennai – Fond memories</title><description>Rainy days in Chennai for this monsoon were very late, compared to the last few years (needn’t to say due to global warming and all other rubbish things which we do to mother nature, are also the reason for the delay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how coolly we would discuss in a group like “Hey it is November and still we have not got a single drop of rain?” (really don’t know what to call those people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the past 4-year stay by me in Chennai, this year we didn’t have a heavy downpour compared to the yester years, but this year will be very close to my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself freaking out in the rain, with jus a ‘Shorts’ &amp; a ‘Tee’ in bicycle. Wow! I have to say that, it was heavenly…I jus felt like a satisfied school-kid getting into the rain after the school hours (when your Pa and Ma says ‘DON’T!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good has a bad isn’t it? This rainy season also made me to deviate (it would be better to say ‘re-visit’) towards not being a &lt;em&gt;teetotaller&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-7136905364224981574?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/ml4516S8p0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/ml4516S8p0I/rainy-chennai-fond-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainy-chennai-fond-memories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-5340309339475325616</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T12:54:51.673-04:00</atom:updated><title>2 States - The Story of Chetan Bhagat's marriage!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prologue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Diwali was’t as great to me as it was in the prior years…. (Due to my misunderstanding with my dad and it’s a separate story, which I will blog later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I was forced to spend the “festival of lights” only with Chetan Bhagat’s fourth book “2 States – The Story of my Marriage”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ordered this book from hindushopping.com – The actual cost itself is Rs. 95 only, but the so-called marketing minds, made the book’s price for Rs. 59 alone (plus shipment charges of Rs. 35) which summed up to Rs. 94. – Huff! I saved Re. 1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that Chetan has made it clear this time to deliver some thing more personal from his own life.  Love stories are always good to hear and read (I bet those who don’t even love or fell in love… will love to read such stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Typical love story… But some thing set around the brainy people of the Country (The IIM’s). A North Indian Boy, falling in love with a South Indian Girl (I’m sure the author need’t have to put additional research to make the plot interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more specific, it is like our routine Indian love story, with many expected (very few unexpected) things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not as a whole, I enjoyed the books in parts such as, the proposal made my Krish to whole of Ananya’s family, the music concert, the whole Punjabi stints and the father-son relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what irked me a lot was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*)  the use of racist comments (which he uses very often and claims that he works for National Integration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*)  the use of very degraded tamil words in a couple of places(We can easily say F**k in english, but the same when we mean it in our local slang, it is jus as awkward as our very own &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;koovam&lt;/span&gt;), it would have been better, if he has avoided it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations may lead to disappointments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all later, with some good reviews....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this Diwali wasn't good to me by ALL means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-5340309339475325616?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/YxAm2KLcXqE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/YxAm2KLcXqE/2-states-story-of-chetan-bhagats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-states-story-of-chetan-bhagats.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-4335766513598854969</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T02:42:20.169-04:00</atom:updated><title>I saw them kissing passionately… I swear</title><description>I have seen them both talking to each other inside my office campus quite a lot of time, they would be discussing a lot (One thing! I never understood their language…) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alone me, many might have spotted them almost everywhere in the campus. I have to say this; they were the gifted couples (according to an outsider who sees them, but I’m not sure whether they too had the same feeling about themselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to roam, chat, and even fight some times, but the thing, which I watched yesterday, was something unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! They were making love against each other, that too in public and never minded about who were watching them, I was quite surprised…as I was the one, who alone was standing near them, I could watch them clearly (My Good, Bad and Ugly instincts, all persuaded me to watch their episode, without missing a single second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the couple planted a decent kiss (!) on the others cheek and mouth initially (I was not able to differentiate between their genders, I swear, they were almost alike but not ‘LGBT’). Then the counterpart got the courage, advanced further made intimate and passionate smooching, got closer, further closer (please, stop biting your nails…) biting the others mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing, till they had to take a breath…. Oooooh! I was about to faint, pinching myself to make sure, being in the present….&lt;br /&gt;I never expected that those two naughty &lt;em&gt;SNOEGIP&lt;/em&gt; (read backwards) would do so…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-4335766513598854969?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/Sizl1n0QkXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/Sizl1n0QkXw/i-saw-them-kissing-passionately-i-swear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-them-kissing-passionately-i-swear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-7859427834984834024</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T01:41:27.999-04:00</atom:updated><title>Typhoid – Back after quite a long hiatus</title><description>What I have heard quite often is that, if you get typhoid once, you wont get it for sometime thereafter (came to know from newspaper that the immune system gets developed into our own system and it would keep fighting against the influenza viruses)…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it wasn’t true in my case, I got a simple typhoid in 2007 (‘simple’ in the sense, the dilution ratio was very low and the period of suffering was just 1 week) and now this time the dilution ratio was pretty high of range 1:160 for type ‘O’ and 1:320 for type ‘H’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my senses, I never had such a fever, which persisted for one week (105 degrees F max to 101 degrees F min). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few good things, which I have learned during this two and half week period, are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) Some medical terms&lt;br /&gt;*) Dos and Don’ts during Typhoid (in case for any fever)&lt;br /&gt;*) Behaviors of some patients, who stayed along with me&lt;br /&gt;*) Some really good service minded nurses (I’m not sure whether they felt the same, but my heart felt pounded once leaving them)&lt;br /&gt;*) My instincts once again asked me ‘Senthil, some how you should have made to the medical field da…)&lt;br /&gt;*) Health is really wealth (heard and preached these umpteen times, but when it comes to oneself, we real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things, which I really felt bad, were…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) at this young age itself, I was troubling someone for my sake…(my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;*) felt like wasting a whole lot of time… (Idiot! when in office, you often feel, “Wont I get a nice break… and when you get it, you yell at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science Vs Belief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when, some of our relatives, came to home during this period, they asked me to tonsure my head, once I get recovered (Stupid fellows, why should I save my head, I wont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my cousin said, a doctor was explaining in TV that, due to excess of medication (Tablets, trips, injection…) we might start losing of hair and it is better to have your head tonsured, so it paves way for new growth of hair. Nothing doing, immediately shaved my head after discharged from bed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This generation gets it right, when something is proved…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-7859427834984834024?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/Sjle9HX2TPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/Sjle9HX2TPM/typhoid-back-after-quite-long-hiatus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/08/typhoid-back-after-quite-long-hiatus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-3752539322965120318</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T00:55:57.897-04:00</atom:updated><title>Very Happy, I did it again....</title><description>This Sunday morning, I did it again, I donated blood at 'Queen Mary's college' near Marina Beach, Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself registered to reddrops.co.in, who is an subsidiary of "http://www.chennaisocialservice.org", which mostly comprised of corporate guys, a nice initiative, to spend their weekends in a useful way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Murali, my colleague and one of my close friends, who was there till the end (his only concern was that, i would get fainted after donation and he never wanted to get into trouble because of me...jus kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to do it, twice a year....this post is jus a log for my personal remembrance... well &amp; good, if it turns to be motivational, if someone who browses this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3752539322965120318?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/J1mRD0E1Exg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/J1mRD0E1Exg/very-happy-i-did-it-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-happy-i-did-it-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-5107407906204153796</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T13:55:54.944-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nadodigal – En Nanbanin Nanban Enakkum Nanbanae…. (My friend’s friend is also a Friend to me…)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SmSvgShfDnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sQBlx1TXpoU/s1600-h/23sld4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SmSvgShfDnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sQBlx1TXpoU/s320/23sld4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360602425740693106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past, I have not watched twice a movie (that too in theatres…) something (read: ‘Manythings’) made me to watch this movie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost the Expectation from Sasi (Remember Subramaniapuram  - a bold attempt to produce, direct and act in an almost period film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when later stepped into the theatre, it was not alone Sasi, but the credits goes to the entire cast and crew who have done an excellent job in turning out an ordinary film into an Blockbuster movie (it’s for sure that it would break certain records)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the Main character Sasi, his Sister Abhinaya (a lot has to said about her, when came to know that she was physically challenged in both hearing and speaking, I was dumbstruck, OMG! she was brilliant, awesome, a treat to watch, the screen was enriched with additional brightness whenever she comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasi’s love interest Ananya, His friends, Vijay (‘Chennai 28’ fame – Vasanth and Co owners son) and Bharani (‘Kallori’  fame) all were amazing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story can definitely boast itself, that it is of new stream and a never touched area, What happens to lovers who jus get separted after their marriage (due to various reasons) and what about the status of those Lovers friends who (literally) gave their lives for their friends marriage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple isn’t it… It was Planned, Executed and Presented well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this Movie in Theatre alone….and let us all pray that Tamil Cinema gives some meaningful films along with entertainment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Watched this movie at Sri Ranga Theatres in Neyveli along with my friends, Mathan and Kannan and again at Jothi theatre in Chennai with Seetharaman and Murali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-5107407906204153796?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/ax0vyyHMC4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/ax0vyyHMC4s/nadodigal-en-nanbanin-nanban-enakkum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SmSvgShfDnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sQBlx1TXpoU/s72-c/23sld4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/07/nadodigal-en-nanbanin-nanban-enakkum.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-2451530827014415879</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T13:05:32.758-04:00</atom:updated><title>Not sure whether this mail makes sense...</title><description>Below is the mail, which I sent to some of my (selected) office colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm involved in collection process for the "Renovation" process of our&lt;br /&gt;Temple in our Home Town in Perambalur District. I would request you guys to&lt;br /&gt;contribute to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may give me the amount, so that I can note down and give you the&lt;br /&gt;receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure that many might feel that, it is unnecessary and publicity&lt;br /&gt;stunt being performed in the name of GOD, if it is so, then let it be as&lt;br /&gt;such. I would definitely not contribute to such things when an OUTSIDER asks&lt;br /&gt;for such things, but when a known guy(in this case it is me) asks, at the&lt;br /&gt;max, I might scold him in my mind and contribute. So, I'm now ready to&lt;br /&gt;accept those scoldings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Senthilkumar Chellaiyya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-2451530827014415879?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/0piHo_qbjGk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/0piHo_qbjGk/not-sure-whether-this-mail-makes-sense.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-sure-whether-this-mail-makes-sense.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-3500508253954619877</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T13:54:13.455-04:00</atom:updated><title>Eureka! - A novel way to stop Drink &amp; Drive...(atleast to some extent)</title><description>Last Friday, I was waiting at Ambal Nagar, Bus stop at around 11:30 PM, to board bus to my native, Neyveli. One can easily spot a TASMAC(TN State Marketing Corporation) shop, in plain words "Sarakku" kadai(liquor shop), opposite to this bus stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there were a group of 5-6 members having 3 bikes and tottering around in front of the TASMAC shop..... when one begins to start the bike the other fellow from the other bike, brings the helmet and tries to hit this guy and other two in the third bike fell down completely.... Whoever watches this, can just wonder how, these 'Kudimagan's(drunkards) can reach their house, the worst part is that, they not alone risk their lives, but other's who drive on the roads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Certainly not!.... I would become a fool(aren't you already?), If I were to preach regarding the ill effects of drinking and those who drinks are not pappa's to get them brainstormed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a limit and nothing should be done at the cost of others lives.... There are numerous ways to get drunk, by affecting none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's come to our main topic...Stopping the Drink and Drive cases....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps to be taken.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) Police department should specially appoint, personnel's along the TASMAC shops and around BAR's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) They should be clad in civilian dress and have an eye over the one who drives the vehicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) If any one is found to be drunk and driving the vehicle, the particular vehicle no. should be noted down and informed to their colleagues at the immediate next signal or level crossing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) With no questioning, of License, Insurance and Helmet checking, they should be asked to blow out the air and caught red-handed and their bikes should be seized and their license should be suspended for a while and a heavy amount of fine has to be collected.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) I'm sure this will definitely work-out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to take this to the notice of the Concerned authorities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3500508253954619877?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/ued_y0jRRXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/ued_y0jRRXc/eureka-novel-way-to-stop-drink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/06/eureka-novel-way-to-stop-drink.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-3810340881980452995</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T00:43:01.055-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Favorites</category><title>IDEA STAR SINGER - 2009 SEASON 4</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SkJuGYUiWQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EVS0VLplY20/s1600-h/ran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SkJuGYUiWQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EVS0VLplY20/s320/ran.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350960363156429058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SkJt8KCgF6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6UzXahaDX-Y/s1600-h/2935227370105123759S500x500Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SkJt8KCgF6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6UzXahaDX-Y/s320/2935227370105123759S500x500Q85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350960187523995554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came to my room a bit early(read 'early' as 9:00PM). Got into my casuals and started browsing thru the TV channels, I went directly to ASIANET, to watch one of my favorite programs "IDEA STAR SINGER". Now it's season 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I have to accept the truth (If not everywhere, at-least in My blogs...), I started watching this channel only due to it's anchor &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ranjini&lt;/span&gt;(OMG!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she carries herself, the contestants and the program is ONE of A KIND and not RUN of the MILL. You might have seen a lot of reality TV shows, where the anchor seems to stay away and jus announces the contestants name and asks us to vote, where as here it is totally life-like and she seems to be our girl next door, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Chechi"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Cheta's"&lt;/span&gt; from her lips(!) are lovable...When closely watched(as I was doing only that) you can notice that she always pats on the shoulders of the contestants and laughs &amp; cries from her mind and not from her mouth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even an average singer can become a Star singer, by having a small chat with her...What else, now, I love the contestants and the program as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, definitely not, I can understand only a few of what they speak, to be frank, I used to laugh, when they all laugh(to keep myself away from my room mates yelling to change the channel)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3810340881980452995?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/X2iH-lVIQlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/X2iH-lVIQlI/ideal-star-singer-2009-season-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/SkJuGYUiWQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EVS0VLplY20/s72-c/ran.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/06/ideal-star-singer-2009-season-4.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-3739789642536935984</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T23:04:26.085-04:00</atom:updated><title>Morning Walk - Thankar Bachan - Some Questions?</title><description>It's  8:08 am in our room's system... Jus now I completed my morning walk(not a regular one) and felt relaxed at the body level(certainly not at mind level), but I was put into to test of self-thinking once again, when I met the ace director and one who takes cinema, which you can easily relate yourselves towards your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Thankar Bachan(our very own Bachan of Kollywood!). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"AZHAGI"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a movie, every one must have experienced and seen as a self replica of his life on screen.... I have to mention about the songs, they were par with Maestro Ilayaraja's yesteryear hits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back...When I was about to take a turn during  my walk from Defence colony road from Ambal Nagar, I met him, who was descending from a Maruti 800!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited and kept him a Salaam, he responded back, when I went near to have a chat with him, I was blown off by his initial few words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you hear only cinema sings?" (I was wearing my earphones connected to my Nokia 2310 phone, where the RJ's were doing their morning job.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sir! Jus FM". He didn't leave me.... "Don't become a fool by hearing cinema songs!". I should say he is really very much upset with Cinema (or he shows to the outer world as such!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I further asked about his forthcoming movie, 'Kalavadiya Pozhuthugal', he again shot back, "Ask me something other than Cinema", he also added, "Come are you ready to talk about other topics, which I'm ready to discus  with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused and said that "I'm not a ardent reader of books, so I could not", I knew that he will be interested If I were to talk about books, he Himself is a well known writer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my Q's to Thankar Bachan ji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) Why such a hate towards Films and Songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You can ask to concentrate and divert interests towards other fields and not hate films &amp; songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, If not you, who wants to make a living with film, How about the status of others who get involved with film making.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, A nice (?) morning to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidbit: I must have answered as "I'm listening to songs from 'Azhagi'", when he asked what I was hearing... I'm not sure what he might have replied....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3739789642536935984?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/Bsft0tOp6Ew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/Bsft0tOp6Ew/morning-walk-thankar-bachan-some.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-walk-thankar-bachan-some.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-1934047490170468568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T12:50:01.014-04:00</atom:updated><title>How Bad am I?</title><description>Self realization is really the zenith of ones own characterization and I feel that, I'm attaining it quite easily nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were bad to me in the past seem to be good, indeed best today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom I was scolding with all the bad words I know, turn to win my heart my today and make me feel sorry for those old days... This also does not mean that, I follow Buddha or Gandhian principles to forgive and have all my mistakes to be corrected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the other way, that whom I trusted and believed to be my all, turned out to be the exact opposite. When I look back to find what went wrong, it's that simple that, never ever act according to what others say about some "X" or "Y". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have got our basic instincts and let's all give it a try and the rest be put to REST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-1934047490170468568?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/X-rF6ndVHnA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/X-rF6ndVHnA/how-bad-am-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-bad-am-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-2037274540159321291</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T14:58:04.669-04:00</atom:updated><title>She is Goddess</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRSMJEtWaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jrjzvl5QrtM/s1600-h/DSC05151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRSMJEtWaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jrjzvl5QrtM/s320/DSC05151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337981826888456610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRPgvcKAOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q12KkQuZzKE/s1600-h/DSC05071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRPgvcKAOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q12KkQuZzKE/s320/DSC05071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978882249851106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRPIftX8bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/X-0_La56DXk/s1600-h/DSC05067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRPIftX8bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/X-0_La56DXk/s320/DSC05067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978465710240178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShROxepr8yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tGbdUFp2BPs/s1600-h/DSC05070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShROxepr8yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tGbdUFp2BPs/s320/DSC05070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978070289347362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some of the photo's of my sister's daughter Vibhashini.........Which I got shot thru Sony Cybershot DSC-70 (Thanks Kaviarasu!). To be frank these photos make me admire our little Princess which int-urn has led me to buy a Camera for my Own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to post a lot of Photo blogs in future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first photo With Her Mom, we tried a lot to make her smile. My cousin Ambika makes her cheek to blush off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-2037274540159321291?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/N7YNxta16wU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/N7YNxta16wU/she-is-goddess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ShRSMJEtWaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jrjzvl5QrtM/s72-c/DSC05151.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-is-goddess.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-4487382301622525841</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T11:13:55.467-04:00</atom:updated><title>Widget</title><description>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/49f0660d0f3ef3c7/49f47a321b5587be/49f1ab59381d243b/9b936525/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-4487382301622525841?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/KFKu8RZD430" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/KFKu8RZD430/widget.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/04/widget.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-8956326664318623433</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 08:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T04:30:29.894-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nice to see, Good to comment (from a distance), But everything within a boundary</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Place: Chennai Guindy bus stand (Next to Sangeetha hotel)&lt;br /&gt;Time:  Somewhere around 6:30 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was to about to catch bus for Ambal nagar (waiting for some D or M70’s)…. As usual (when) I was admiring girls and Chennai’s traffic, two girls crossed me by chitchatting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut it…. Moving back, before I got to see those two girls, I also watched some group of useless fellows, making fun of whomever they can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, it was an exact intersection of a couple of boys from that gang with that of the two girls (I knew that, they may pass some comments), when I moved further, there was a loud noise behind me and what I got to see thereafter was two “2 Liters” Cola bottles completely filled with water where rolling down and the boys seemed to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have not seen what happened, every body can guess what might have happened. Later while traveling bus “Nalla Venum! (They need it), once the boys pinched the girls hips, you have to see the FIRE in both the girls, they just smashed the bottles against the boys back and they were running like DOGS”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the Age, Hormonal and Social factors, which sometimes gets overflowing for some and others get them self-controlled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place: Chennai to Pondy bus Via ECR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got only the last seat this time, along with my cousin (It wasn’t a preferred (or advisable) route for me to go to my native thru Pondicherry. I really hate traveling by bus during festive seasons. As we don’t have any reservations to our city(?), we have to do some maneuvers to get a seat from Koyambedu (South Asia’s largest bus terminus)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three College girls (and a ‘kutti’ girl, seemed to be one of the girls, Sister’s daughter) sitting in front of us. (It’s quite easy to trace (not judge) a girl by her look and the way they she projects herself particularly in public places)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just discussing about everything, without even trace of feeling, that they were traveling in a public transport (DO agree that, when a group of friends either Guys/Girls Get together, they will gossip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor came towards us and we got our tickets and so did they (but only for three, they did not buy for that “Kutti” girl), again once the bus conductor came for checking he got to notice that small girl and asked whether they got ticket for her. He did not ask anything rude or in undesirable manner (U might have seen, some Conductors to use foul languages in such cases).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also, asked nothing is too late, get a half ticket by now, else “U” might be caught into trouble when the checker comes. He asked for the age of the Kutti girl and pat came the reply “I don’t know?” and she replied “How will I know her age?” she is my relatives daughter, I don’t know her age and all those things (the fact is she was own her sister’s daughter). Also, as though the conductor made the mistake, the girl was shouting, “If needed, I will take the ticket and don’t shout at us?” “What is the need for me madam, it is you, who are going to get into trouble and not me?” the conductor kept his head cool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They were college goers and the future pillars of India, is it necessary to get into such act, I have to confess that, I have made some petty thefts during my young days and would get it justified my selves saying that “Why not? Does not the Shopkeeper is cheating the customers, with wrong measurements”, so I have been appointed by someone (I would say him to be “GOD” at that time) to pay back him”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the line, we have to grow along with the responsibilities and duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place: Near Hyundai Showroom, Ambal Nagar, Ekkatuthangal, Chennai - 97&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking from office to my room by 08:30 PM; a girl was going by walk a few steps in front of me, Opposite to us, a middle aged man (riding a bicycle), was wearing a monkey cap, covering almost all his face, except his eyes, he had a banana in one of his hand (which he was eating), when no one expected, he came some what closer to the girl and threw the banana peel, over her feminine part (below her neck and above her stomach), She was shocked and didn’t show it outside. We were standing, side-by-side at the signal and I thought of asking her, “ Why she didn’t react to it?” Before this I asked myself  “ Why I had not stopped him?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-8956326664318623433?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/p0KByxwFpxc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/p0KByxwFpxc/nice-to-see-good-to-comment-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-to-see-good-to-comment-from.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-3664456505252180402</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T09:41:29.687-04:00</atom:updated><title>Yaavarum Nalam (aka) 13 B &amp; Shall We Dance?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ScuFTYvUotI/AAAAAAAAANE/_rOWa5ez3lY/s1600-h/image.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ScuFTYvUotI/AAAAAAAAANE/_rOWa5ez3lY/s320/image.php.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317490353145946834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ScuEVhw3qwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aDeWU8elyjY/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ScuEVhw3qwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aDeWU8elyjY/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317489290416466690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any body out there trying to link both the above movies, by some sort, Ooops!, I’m sorry. There is nothing in common to both the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ways far apart, right from the Genre, to Cast, storyline and everything. But the reason for relating these two movies is called theory of Non–relativity, which we everyone might have experienced in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Theory of Non–relativity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We wait for a specific numbered bus, but we got to see all the other bus no’s, which were needed yesterday for us, Searching for a particular file will result in all the non-sense but those non-sense’s were once sensible and wanted ones and it goes on….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch the movie “Yaavarum Nalam” at Sri Nidhi Rathna theatre(22/03/2009) in our Township, Neyveli. (Why not? it can be called as Neyveli’s SATYAM cinemas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘YN’ will be one of the few movies, which I watched without reading any reviews and the talks about the movie were up to the mark and beyond expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bilingual film, based on the plot of suspense and thriller(where the idiot box plays me of the character) were the need of the hour, rather than the run of the mill kind of action and romance films. They got the pulse of the audience to be rightly tested and tasted the success too. I’m not here to comment about the movie and describe it scene by scene, but the money you pay is getting justified and you are entertained. The news that the movie is going to be remade in Hollywood is topping the cake with ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shall we Dance? (Thanks: Zee Studio for the movie and its Sub-titles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Richard Gere / J. Lo starring, Drama. This will be the movie, to the broken hearts, who are in need of a good light-hearted feeling through some other form, which is not got through his active counter-part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenifer Lopez as Paulina, She is damn good, I have not watched her acting skills (its ridiculous to talk about her dancing prowess), the way she gets into the skin of Dance School instructor (actually an assistant to the School), is natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is neat and simple. Richard Gere, a married man, thinks he is in loss of something, which he could not figure out, he founds it to be happiness, he thinks he might gain it by joining the Ballroom dance school, which he finds daily through the window of the train he travels, while returning from the office. But he misinterprets J.Lo to be the instructor and he could learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he, joins the school, there waits an elderly women, who turns out to be the instructor and things turn head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, later during the course, J.Lo also turns out to teach dance. Meanwhile, Gere’s wife gets doubt over his late night arrival and goes in help of a private detective to find out reason for actual delay, those Straight detectives, confirms his wife that he has a illegitimate relation with J.Lo (Actually he doesn’t have that thinking at all, and all he wants is to learn dance and which he is ashamed of telling to his wife) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the scene, when Gere asks J.Lo “I haven’t eat, If you also have not ate, Shall we go to the restaurant” pat comes the reply, “Are u looking for a date? If it is so, and you are not here for dancing, then just wipe it off and don’t be here again with that thought”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the end of the movie, when Gere is getting readied for the yearly dance competition, J.Lo responds as “I thought you might not turn around from the next day, when I said so?” It really meant me a lot while watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, finally, he explains everything to his wife and they are all once again a happy family. They way I have described the movie might or might not be the same which I have in my mind. But, it’s touching and will touch everybody’s mind. Do watch it whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not written lot about 13B, but quite a lot about “Shall we dance?”.  SWD is close to my heart and it is like a breeze, which you can feel along the river side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gen X Y Z #%*()%)_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this movie, and my mother was sitting along side of me, I used to laugh my selves, and was enjoying the movie, though my mother does not understand the language completely, I still had a small urge inside me, when there were some of the scenes, when J Lo and other casts where a bit too exposing (which is quite natural for their audience and crossing the life for us). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my mom said this to me “ It’s quite a difficult dance. Isn’t it? And it is this perfectionism, which we lag?"   Huuuh. I was shouting inside me…. “Not alone me, my mom too have become Gen X Y Z #%*()%)_.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-3664456505252180402?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/gjniHAj-Yt4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/gjniHAj-Yt4/yaavarum-nalam-aka-13-b-shall-we-dance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ricEuNvSgkw/ScuFTYvUotI/AAAAAAAAANE/_rOWa5ez3lY/s72-c/image.php.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/03/yaavarum-nalam-aka-13-b-shall-we-dance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858660258802669075.post-6406834859924421922</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T00:54:45.099-04:00</atom:updated><title>‘+’ve Pressure</title><description>“Pressure” will not be the same word and it wont give you the same meaning hereafter, if you would take it positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just add a ‘+ve’ symbol before it and you would love it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You die to do a thing or two, like jogging, workouts at the gym, leaving back your prolonged habits of smoking, drinking or so. But everything is set right in your mind and nothing into action, even into action, living not more than few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the tool, “+ve Pressure”.  Keep on saying about “What you are going to do? / What you wanted to be?” to whomever your find, particularly to your friends, who often criticize you on your good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it. Your job is done, then after, even if you try not to do your duties, you will be forced to do so. Not necessary to explain the aftermaths, when you get tired or feel bored about your fascinations, the constant bullying from your friends, often remind you to be on the track of where you actually wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, It wont work in the case, if you take everything light in your life or an easy-go guy. At least, when you use this tool, you have to pretend that, when some one says, you can’t or won’t, it sound as you Can and You Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, some times, it’s necessary for us to have our own boundaries, inorder to enjoy the being of Human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858660258802669075-6406834859924421922?l=sforsenthil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~4/hzOqXT1ZdD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyselfMyThoughtsAndOthersViews/~3/hzOqXT1ZdD8/ve-pressure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Senthilkumar Chellaiyya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sforsenthil.blogspot.com/2009/03/ve-pressure.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

