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80 years ago, my grand mother was a 7 year old girl, schooling at Siri Piyarathana College Collage in Padukka. 68 years ago, she passed the grade 10 government exam as the top student of Sri Lanka. (Check the 1939 student records if you every doubt me). 50 years ago, she was married with 4 children, working as a nurse. Going all over the country, on duty, vacation.

30 years ago she was busy, </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2011/08/grandmothers-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FWuzRP-2rA/TjwcXLpRqRI/AAAAAAAABG8/-GImP2lFryU/s72-c/85855214_4083596eb8.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-3911507440407776142</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-03T19:08:46.620+05:30</atom:updated><title>This And That</title><atom:summary>
Funny how life throws things at you. On a bus, driving a car, at the hospital or just sitting in front of your PC, there's always a possibility that you would make a turn left or right in your life.

Sometimes life excites you in a form of a movie, a facebook comment of a friend, Dinemore chicken submarine with your former lunch mates, a surprise message from that person you always think about. </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-and-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdmdIQu2eb0/ThBwgV9X1oI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/KbONiPHb_VU/s72-c/9484670-beautiful-lady-with-flowers-bouquet-studio-portrait.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-6936527659054354621</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-18T20:21:06.798+05:30</atom:updated><title>Rs 900 Advantage</title><atom:summary>
Inflation, Recession, Financial Crisis, The Great depression. People losing jobs, homes, food. Some of the harsh realities I came across back in 2008 while following US presidential campaign. I have been glued to news feeds, specially CNN for their wonderful news video archives, lengthy discussions with my fellow Democrats [ :P ], and spent hours and hours trying to figure out, if this hit Sri </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2011/02/rs-900-advantage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyES3deKFFA/TV6GqJ23N5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/40R9e9UkqrI/s72-c/alastair.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-4903562021165909970</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-12T12:01:26.995+05:30</atom:updated><title>Oh Honey !</title><atom:summary>
Caught my cousin Bhagya on skype during the sleepy after lunch hours of mid-week today. It started out as this.

Bhagya : Hey have you watched it ?
Me : Yes... it was one of the best after along time...
Bhagya : Oh honey... :D

Afterwards, I quickly had a chat with crazy dra, about the same thing...

Me : Hey machan, have you watched this weeks episode ????
Crazy Dra : oh Honey... !!! :D :D

Yes</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-honey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TVLN5rRiY3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/CLyg8n_hZag/s72-c/ohHoney.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-140621191053505949</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-18T23:56:52.878+05:30</atom:updated><title>Self Service</title><atom:summary>
According to Wikipedia, Self service is the practice of serving oneself, usually when purchasing items. Common examples include many gas stations, where the customer pumps their own gas rather than have an attendant do it.

Most of the time, I do agree. This would enable us to do things on our own, faster, efficiently. avoiding long queues, bottlenecks. But I feel there is something seriously </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-service.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TTXZK-8oy1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4DaaGiTETLA/s72-c/20051102_011_SelfService.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-4171579629625759139</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-28T08:22:59.451+05:30</atom:updated><title>Day Dream</title><atom:summary>"Do not day dream", was one of the frequent things that people used to tell me. No matter you are on my family, a relative and so called used to be close friend, there is always a moment, when you have said the above to me.Simple logic is that If you do not day dream, and plan where you want to be, how would you achieve things in life. Are you going to do what your parents tell you, your friends,</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TRlQeXb_E6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/gFAZaNWljM4/s72-c/happy-new-year-2011-odometer_design.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-7645548343016566169</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-13T08:11:16.579+05:30</atom:updated><title>Cricketers and Politicians</title><atom:summary>Captain Marvan Atapattu and members of the Sri Lankan team; Members of the Sri Lankan community; Friends of Sri Lanka; Ladies and Gentlemen.Some historians say, I think uncharitably, that cricket is really a diabolical political strategy, disguised as a game, in fact a substitute for war, invented by the ingenious British to confuse the natives by encouraging them to fight each other instead of </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/08/cricketers-and-politicians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TGSv02ajcpI/AAAAAAAAATY/4oOoAjMLDJw/s72-c/images" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-6044800431254664680</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-12T20:56:49.917+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dear Karen</title><atom:summary>Dear Karen, If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You dont know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There's no easy way to say this so Ill just say it, I met someone. It was an accident; I wasnt looking for it,</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-karen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TGQRHw0_gyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HNvJyHZGFKg/s72-c/californication_201_0124.thumbnail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-8448659735101998346</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T22:01:14.873+05:30</atom:updated><title>Shopping Basket</title><atom:summary>This is a thought on how to get yourself a free drink or a meal at Super Markets in Colombo. I was testing my theory for several weeks, and today results continued the same.Let me start with couple of months back, when I started to get super careful about my meals. I started shopping things, buying different Butters, Jams, Bread. Most of the time I shopped during weekends, mainly because I do not</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/08/shopping-basket.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TFWbvI0pp1I/AAAAAAAAATI/r3jFIFu8Y8A/s72-c/Wire-Shopping-Basket.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-257566206090669455</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T20:57:39.306+05:30</atom:updated><title>Have you met Ted ?</title><atom:summary>Scene One[Title: The Year 2030]Narrator: Kids, I’m going to tell you an incredible story. The story of how I met your motherSon: Are we being punished for something?Narrator: NoDaughter: Yeah, is this going to take a while?Narrator: Yes. (Kids are annoyed) Twenty-five years ago, before I was dad, I had this whole other life.(Music Plays, Title “How I Met Your Mother” appears)Narrator: It was way </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-met-ted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/TAPR-tJ9R2I/AAAAAAAAATA/xBYxxx2i6pY/s72-c/himym.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-5202800534411661310</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T22:21:10.974+05:30</atom:updated><title>Notting Hill</title><atom:summary>"Its amazing how you could speak right to my heart"It was the year 1999 when I first heard those few lines playing on radio. On sweet sixteen with alot of "Have to try out" things in life, By chorus I knew that all the positive comments of the DJ wasn't invain. Later I saw it on television, As I remember was in MTV. And saw, "OST - Notting Hill". Back then the only other film I was exited to </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/04/notting-hill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/S9r8_mtVYpI/AAAAAAAAASo/iKgt0SaQm3k/s72-c/NottingHillRobertsGrant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-4324039324954074401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T09:09:12.608+05:30</atom:updated><title>Shutter Island</title><atom:summary>Beautiful mind, The sixth sense,The Others to Shutter Island I find it interesting how people alive and dead still want to live a perfect life. Where they are playing an important role, a heroic figure; making things happen.Sometimes me and my pal spend time chatting about fast cars, large amount of wealth. Thinking about it during this lengthy holiday season thanks to a general election falling </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-mind-sixth-sensethe-others-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/S8Pm4nvvzfI/AAAAAAAAASA/IBCy-C0RlsY/s72-c/shutter-island-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-7686471360057851896</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-14T22:44:22.906+05:30</atom:updated><title>Happy New Decade</title><atom:summary>I can remember like few minutes ago how exited the six year old me was to the term "Decade". It was 1990 and my Uncle told after 10 years we will be in 2000's. Every jib jab, gizmo's are destined to come true after 2000. Every drama such as "Girl from tomorrow", "Viper" and educational programs like "Beyond 2000" all showed the interesting times we should expect.Then I hit 13 with my TV time slot</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-decade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/S09IklgE9CI/AAAAAAAAARA/51k9YFX0RNI/s72-c/530782-5-reflections-of-new-and-old-new-years-eve-sydney-harbour.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-5352117159324604753</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T07:32:41.824+05:30</atom:updated><title>Lorenzo von Matterhorn</title><atom:summary>Lorenzo von Matterhorn is a fictional character developed on the CBS sitcom How I Met Your Mother by the character Barney Stinson played by Neil Patrick Harris. The character developed as a ploy used by Barney in an effort to seduce a woman in keeping with the character of the show.For a short time between October 21 and the airing of the episode on November 16, Wikipedia carried an entry for </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/11/lorenzo-von-matterhorn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-786836382278326603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T09:24:20.190+05:30</atom:updated><title>Company Structure</title><atom:summary /><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/10/company-structure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/SufALzKqLrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/C0VMF9a7rGo/s72-c/CompanyStructure.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-4749193784544917171</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T11:08:36.585+05:30</atom:updated><title>Human mind</title><atom:summary>fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerd r the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-493849894569061450</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T22:22:10.606+05:30</atom:updated><title>Awkward Silence</title><atom:summary>Though I spend wondering what future holds, I go to many places, meet different people, since there's nothing to hold me back or no one is depended on me.From how are you doing, you look lost to hey what are you going to do alone, I really enjoy spending time with couples I meet along the way. Since most of the time i could piss them off by saying some of the out of the box wierd things that I </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/09/awkward-silence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/SsDn5YaWUiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/l4PuVvYUKJo/s72-c/awkward_silence.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-4848627552996162674</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T19:10:23.844+05:30</atom:updated><title>Niranjan On Facebook</title><atom:summary>School, Tuition classes or bachelor's degree, What is the first thing that comes to your mind ? The subjects you learned, your marks, or the people you met ?Several months back, I blogged about my thoughts on Facebook. "I will never join it".With the rate my friends moving around, I was finding it so difficult to keep up. People were simply disappearing from my view to resurface months,years </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/08/niranjan-on-facebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/So_0Rwl1IpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dI3AldqZYOU/s72-c/im_on_facebook_tshirt-p235458355144052195trlf_400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-1758120925797004993</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T20:30:45.793+05:30</atom:updated><title>My Next Life</title><atom:summary>I got this from a mail from one of my office mates. Yes most of the people I used to know from a distant city would not have understood it. [Since those are only concerned with how to manipulate words and incidents, to show off , pretend like nice respectable people.] Anyway if you could not understand the above, watch the below movie. And spread the word out, like you watched it first. You could</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-next-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/SnWlPG6OY8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WqU7QwGbBUY/s72-c/WAllen.gif" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-3170156364335300068</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-19T01:49:12.531+05:30</atom:updated><title>Originals</title><atom:summary>The beautiful night is her after all,Fortune is smilling as well you seeThe beauty who is loved by the world , from far..Is stading right here, next to meTher are a million things i want to say..But my heart questions me hereWhat i tell you in my dreams every day,Should i whisper it in you ear ?In you eyes ther is this magic I see,Magic of a moonlit nightYour breath blows like a wind around me...</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-night-is-her-after-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-2155734810532205273</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T09:11:07.104+05:30</atom:updated><title>Steven Fry at Lord’s</title><atom:summary>Steven Fry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Fry), may be you do not know him. Do not worry. I am following him on twitter and today saw that he had delivered a speech at Lord’s. Yes the Cricketing central of the world. Of course I am not into cricket. As I would say the best game I watched was when South Africa chased 435 in 50 overs. And every other match now seems boring, not upto my </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/steven-fry-at-lords.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/Sl6hPfqTcQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ABEpAK609uI/s72-c/SFryBlog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-2471905964199454696</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T08:20:56.086+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Good News</title><atom:summary>I was browsing the web and stumbled upon a news that simply brightened up everything today. YES its big news if you are a fan... wait for it...HIMYM Season 5...wait for it.Premiere Monday, Sept. 21 8:00 ET/PT (Sorry couldn't hold it. It was that much exciting)And nowthe count down begins...oh! yes you will be able to see it in the side bar.(Image copied from : http://</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/SllNezphmGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BC7J9WAQxOQ/s72-c/himyms5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-6773490439435361471</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T09:04:06.043+05:30</atom:updated><title>Four Boy Friends</title><atom:summary>Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends. She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best. She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him offto neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would leave her for another. She also loved her 2nd </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-boy-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/SlVkg4oO05I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DHEQ_S-tpoo/s72-c/BoyfriendsCats.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-3664675391331644613</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T20:47:21.368+05:30</atom:updated><title>Those Firsts In Movies</title><atom:summary>Last week when I was chatting with my brother the new (ok some what old now…) Bollywood movie “Ghajini” came to view. I said the best one is the tamil version, with Suriya and Asin. And I loved the title song. He said he like the hindi one. And said views can be differed based on which one you watched first. This weekend I found a copy of “Om Shanti Om”(OSO) another one of my favourites. And I </atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-firsts-in-movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584251418324543905.post-6505812759649290902</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T06:59:27.200+05:30</atom:updated><title>4 states of life</title><atom:summary>This was on a mail i received. Thought of sharing it here.</atom:summary><link>http://niranjanbasnayake.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-states-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Niranjan Basnayake)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKl4dn1Fb9E/Skq7r9_O6dI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qWEy7hMoCdo/s72-c/4StagesOfLife.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item></channel></rss>

