<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:37:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---_*~PhRoNeMoPhoBiC~|~ReVeaLaTiOnS~*_---</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-5877829157622238107</id><published>2007-04-30T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:33:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-5877829157622238107?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/5877829157622238107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=5877829157622238107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/5877829157622238107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/5877829157622238107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-2343375947130391534</id><published>2007-03-09T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:44:36.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can SEEEEE.:-)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without specs that is- i completely forgot to mention that i had my lasik surgery last friday and its now been a week since i do not need my glasses-after so many years of wearing them! ya i know its going to be all weird seeing me like this after all these years but get used to it people-hehe! the procedure was simple but the boredom that follows killed me! now i am finaly back to doing things ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-2343375947130391534?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/2343375947130391534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=2343375947130391534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/2343375947130391534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/2343375947130391534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-seeeee.html' title='i can SEEEEE.:-)!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-1584344369815290026</id><published>2007-03-08T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T04:25:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SL –forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  SRI LANKA is one heck of a fun place and we just about had the entire experience of it-from the soldiers and check-posts to the vast greenery and wild elephants and traditional food and culture. A little more than a month back the 6 of us-Siddhu, Adhi, Vinay, JD and Nickhil FINALLY made it there after years in the planning. It was one heck of blast- in, out and throughout. It was one complete total holiday experience-even better than Europe in some ways. And lol the best part -FAR cheaper. (got to love the fact that its so close by to Chennai and that one Indian rupee is 2  Sri lankan)  Due credit to Siddhu for putting it together and pulling it off despite the unpredictable gang of us he had to do that with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  LONG in the planning and after a LOT of uncertainties it finally happened, and it was more than worth its wait, exceeding by milestones all expectations of it. It was by far one of the best trips Ever and I am sure the 6 of us are NEVER going to forget it. It had everything in the right proportion-fun, adventure, insanity, tension, bonding, disappointments (Reebok in particular, eh guys?) and even an emotional teary moment. It was hence Complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The trip started on the 9th of Jan with the bunch of us reporting at the airport quickly getting rid of the parents. hehe! Right after checking in, we were back out to grab a bite. We reached late night and had our first taste of local Srilankan food on the way to the apartment which was our base at Colombo for the trip-Sid’s dads place. Checked in there and he had arranged a Toyota Hiace van to take us around and believe me we needed every sq inch of  those 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The first excitement (apart from the daily after dinner entertainments witnessed in the apartment-lol) was white water rafting at Kithulgala in the rapids and the rain provided the perfect ambience to make it all the more thrilling. The second phase of our trip consisted of an elephant sanctuary visit and getting close to the wild beasts. Kandy was the stopover for the night-that I didn’t get to see much of but the guys had a nice time watching the cultural extravaganza show they went to. The third part of our trip lead us across winding mountainous roads, taking diversions in the routes due to landslips (thankfully) that led us to Ella through picturesque Neurallia and we spent quite a bit of time there freezing ourselves and playing around in the spot where they shot Khaaka Khaaka.. When we finally arrived tired and starved at Ella Adventure park we were welcomed by a black snake that crossed right by our path! We crashed into the hotel in the very beautiful tree houses and log cabins. In the morn, we took the jeep to the mountain and trekked all the way down the mountain to the campsite crossing the rope bridge and settled into our room- which was more of a tree house right by the gushing river. It was one hell of an experience staying in the wilderness so close to nature. After a morning of super fun adventure sports we settled in for a nap only to be awaken by Nickhil screaming for us to join him for a dip in the icy chilly freezing river filled wit stones and rapids! It was just heaven lying there in the river with the water rushing at that speed. In the night we chilled with a campfire dinner and watched the fire die out.The next day Siddhu finally took the wheel of the Hiace, giving Karu (our dear driver) some rest and drove us all the way to Bentotta beach resort-the last part of our trip. We checked into the resort and headed for the beach. We swam far into the sea and the water was shallow for like 200metres. The next day we had a blast of a time doing what we had been eagerly awaiting for- the watersports. We put to good use the jet-ski’s, bananana boat and ring ride and Nickhil insisted on trying water skiing-which by the way is a very difficult thing to do! We headed back to the hotel and packed up to leave back to Columbo all of us feeling the trip ending and the thought of headed back home to our hectic paced life. We spent that evening as well as the next day morning rushing around Colombo to get all our overdue shopping finished and just about managed to leave to the airport before rush hour traffic began and had time to check out the airport duty free before catching the quick flight back home .We landed and each bid adieu dreaming of when our next trip would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cheap Shopping. Lots of food and buffet dinners, the very many mokkai’s and more kalai’s are just some of the many things we will remember Sri Lanka for. We even managed to have discussions on a few intellectual interesting topics. Despite many painful moments and a whole lot of travel sickness care of the long drives Sri Lanka will forever be remembered as one of my most favorite memorable trips.The hugest of thanks to Sid’s dad , Nada uncle, Veena aunty and Prabhu uncle and their family for their amazing hospitality and sparing the time to make arrangements, come with us and making the trip possible! Lots of pictures and videos taken are going to help hang on to those ever memorable moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-1584344369815290026?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/1584344369815290026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=1584344369815290026&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/1584344369815290026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/1584344369815290026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/03/sl-forever.html' title='SL –forever!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-6564884512501924364</id><published>2007-03-08T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:48:08.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok one last try at writing something again before I give up on blogging. Here goes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(please leave honest comments you few sweet people who tolrate and visit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-6564884512501924364?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/6564884512501924364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=6564884512501924364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/6564884512501924364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/6564884512501924364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-again.html' title='And again.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-1928468255474803897</id><published>2007-03-01T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:45:36.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I have lost the ability to form meaningful sentences and write blog entries! i am unable to write anything to update my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-1928468255474803897?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/1928468255474803897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=1928468255474803897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/1928468255474803897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/1928468255474803897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/03/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-5581378451051198447</id><published>2007-02-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:15:31.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3I9NJq3Eos/RcYKm52aX2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/duB5gGz4Df8/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027717697486085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3I9NJq3Eos/RcYKm52aX2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/duB5gGz4Df8/s320/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-5581378451051198447?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/5581378451051198447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=5581378451051198447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/5581378451051198447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/5581378451051198447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/02/iphone.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3I9NJq3Eos/RcYKm52aX2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/duB5gGz4Df8/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-9041270551484301266</id><published>2007-02-02T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:56:47.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-9041270551484301266?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/9041270551484301266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=9041270551484301266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/9041270551484301266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/9041270551484301266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-8103358917811633153</id><published>2007-01-03T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:02:20.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend.. a gem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life sure can throw surprises at you sometimes in the most unexpected of forms. One moment you are feeling on top of the world with everything going right-the start of a new year, a new beginning- and the next somethin happens that leaves you crushed and in shock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of my good friends passed away today in a bike accident and i am just so shaken by it that i am still coming to terms with accepting that  its happened. I cherish many memories of my school days and this is a guy whom i have known right from my beginning years at VM up until i left in 11th when he also left. Visted his home, met his family and hung out over the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was so sad to see his family and twin brother absolutely devastated and i felt so helpless that there was nothing i could possibly say or do for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life seems so unfair to torment the most innocent of souls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It just isnt right that he had to have such a painful passing in the time his life was just beginning to be made.- all those dreams he must have had....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i couldnt look at the body lieing there cause it was difficult for me to imagine thinking of the twins not together anymore.. and a friend gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To Venu-May his soul rest in Eternal Peace and may he be in a happier place than where hes left us all...~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we will all miss u Da.. and in our memories and prayers you will always live on forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-8103358917811633153?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/8103358917811633153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=8103358917811633153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/8103358917811633153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/8103358917811633153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/01/friend-gem.html' title='A friend.. a gem..'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-7762603762625195687</id><published>2007-01-01T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:23:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-7762603762625195687?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/7762603762625195687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=7762603762625195687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/7762603762625195687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/7762603762625195687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning...'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-2818231651702301309</id><published>2006-12-31T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:53:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 07!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;filled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-2818231651702301309?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/2818231651702301309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=2818231651702301309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/2818231651702301309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/2818231651702301309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-07.html' title='Happy 07!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-1146785463209607095</id><published>2006-12-10T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:15:18.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i always seem to be making references of the illusions of life that i keep envisioning for myself in my future. Reading through my blog i see that its pretty pathethic that i havent actually done any of what i intended to through this space except probably comfort myself and make me smile at reading through memorable moments i treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully here on, i can actually write something that other people can read and not roll their eyes or be bored at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-1146785463209607095?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/1146785463209607095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=1146785463209607095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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where My road is going to take me.........!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-9169543136703172461?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/9169543136703172461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=9169543136703172461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/9169543136703172461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/9169543136703172461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='---------------------&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-8947126717974773582</id><published>2006-12-05T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:12:05.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-CoNTemPlation-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;its not really very often that i can get myself to Think.Either i do it when i am Really bored-believe it or not i don't really get much time for That nowadays, Or-i do it when i am very Very afraid....and right now at 5.30 am i am kinda a bit of both so here i am lost in thought, worrying and wondering-tormenting myself and all u souls who care to stop by and read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another years almost over and i have been working 3 months which is like pretty impressive by my standards-considering i am even being good at it..what with 0-defect and quality and productivity ratings i must admit i surprise myself..hehe!i guess typing yes and no on a computer and deciphering bad handwritings isn't so bad so long as u get paid for it-even if its on a different time zone i work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. looking back i can see plenty of reasons to smile and be greatful for a great beginning to my career. for one i got tons of fun workmates, for 2 i got a as sweet as can get boss and 3-the food is not too unbearable and oh the savings on the petrol bills with their drop back cabs.Not to mention the expenses saved on the elimination of an active social life and the timely increases in the bank account balance.Well i guess this is where life begins and this is the minimum of the toughness its gonna get here on..-facing life as i dream it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at CGS so far hasn't at all been a bad experience.In fact the timing is probably even easier on me considering my nocturnal habits. i work 4 till about very early in the mornings.hehe! (can almost see u all glad to not be having as much of me around as usual). If anything its givin me the confidence to survive a working environment and make sense of it. Its teaching me to push myself harder to learn where i wanna be and fasst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont doubt that this has a great future but i do know for a fact that i wana get to My great future faster than this can get me there. and for that reason i have just about almost decided to quit.&lt;br /&gt;yes i am quitting eServe/Citigroup Global Services after 3 months-to chase my dreams...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-8947126717974773582?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/8947126717974773582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=8947126717974773582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/8947126717974773582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/8947126717974773582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/12/contemplation.html' title='-CoNTemPlation-'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-116438745748232964</id><published>2006-11-24T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:57:37.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Pain"-ENTER MY HEART!!&lt;/u&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;There are times I want to run away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;But if I ever did it would drive me nuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'd like to break the chains you put around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;And yet I never seem to try I'd rather be alone I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;But then I know my life would be so empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Impossible to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;But I never want to be without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;You make me sad and strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;You make me live and want to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;You make me laugh and want to cryI hated you and what you could do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Through the storms I tried to reach a door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;My Searching eyes waiting for yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;A million voices held me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Told me it wasn’t worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;The pain they predicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Would kill me they said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;But, Clinging on to a dream I ran like never before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;From the life I knew was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Running away only to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;City walls crowded me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I still stood cold as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Rain drops mingled in those tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Yet I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Fearless undaunted you approached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Telling me you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Promising me you will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Your voice drowned out the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I knew I was taking a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;This would either make me or break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I was fearing to let you in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;But now I know I have nothing to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Because of all the love I found in youI’m ready now like never before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;To love you and to let you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I want to show you that light beyond the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Just feel your love and give you the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;We’ll together find a place where dreams happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;And become two hearts beating for one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Even today after all these months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;And all we’ve been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Like a candle in the water it keeps burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Just for you, I want you to know I do trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I know you want me and really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Each time you call and say it I feel like I’m back to that very first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When I felt something more than Anything you ever said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-116438745748232964?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/116438745748232964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=116438745748232964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/116438745748232964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/116438745748232964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='*~*'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-116068692472487597</id><published>2006-10-12T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:17:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Bad...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lately i have been noticing that time seems to be flying past me at a speed faster than i can realise it to live it to its full-the way its meant to, the way i should be. From graduating college, to completing training, earning my first salary pay and getting into my 2nd month of Work to being 21 and faar from where i hope to be-which is a Lot. In the process, without even realising it i seem to be going through so much Change in the ways that i am thinking and acting, even Believing. I have always tried to make myself Happy despite the situations that life throws at me, be it the learning i keep seeing in the mistakes i keep making or the sorrows that crush me and make me stronger in the process. Sometimes i freeze myself to stare into the blank and wonder Why-whatever happens the way it does at the time it does? and whether there is an end to any of it and how it would come if so-if its even Meant to. what Really IS the point for Anything to happen as it does?...But be it the complex situations i put myself into or the moments i have every other time that i say to myself how lucky i am for things being it this way...- i always wonder though how it would be if something else happened instead otherwise. is it bad to not Know so much of what i probably should by now? is it wrong to regret actions of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;past that impact my future? is it stupid to be the child i probably still am at 21?!.........and will i ever forgive myself for mistakes made and things lost?....lost confessions. mistaken conclusions..it isn't a big secret to the people who know me that i Dream big and want it All- the Very VERY best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; of it All. and i can't help it if i would rather not have something at all than have the very best of it. Thats just Me. and i doubt thats selfish either.maybe it is.. but i keep seeing the most succesful happy people around me seem to be the ones that have been that much selfish to put themselves first beyond others. And its not that they have any evil intentions to anyone either. its just that they prioratize on what they believe they should.right?and as long as it doesnt bring anyone else down or hurt anything else-whats the harm in that, really?and i genuinely wouldnt wish bad upon anyone-not even anyone who hates me. i Cant Hate. dont mistake me - i have lived my life to the full- despite the regrets- nothing that put me so down that i didnt see reason to heal from.and try. and keep trying at that. i am pretty peristant.my biggest fear is that i wil fail.. and failing to me isnt not having all that but ending up with nothing and mainly so not being someone me or anyone i know or value can respect.. i mean thats at the very least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i have always maintained that my strength lies in my people-hell, thats part reason why i even blog in the first place-apart from for me. and well in that sense i am probably Not the smartest person around for leaving them lost, confused, miserable-or just plain angry.and lol me being me makes an impact enough to Last.long. Truly speaking though i really can't help that i am me. and i doubt i will ever understand myself enough to explain me to the world-why i do the mad things i do? why i am so lost, so much. Maybe when i grow up in another 20 years-hopefully that should happen, i will know and respect myself enough to consider. I will be Someone worth it all that can be seen as sane. Then probably if things work how they should i would fulfill all my promises to me and you all. Rather more importantly - Be Somebody.good. And Is it bad meanwhile to not do anything? or what do i make off when my most sincere efforts seem inadequate or are entirely misjudged and misunderstood?! i mean what i say and i say what i mean. No hidden intentions or misconceived interpretations. Love. Life. Friendship. My future. Anything....is it un-imaginable to see miracles happen?.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Beyond all this i am sure lies a meaning and reason that i am probably too young.. probably too inexperienced probably too Me to see the clear picture as yet-even a vague one.but i do have hope.. and well thats the one thing thats kept everything going so far hasn't it?despites infinite flaws everywhere. always does right?so heres to hope and learning and making mistakes and surviving heres to growing up and falling getting up and standing tall and walking again heres to Life.. and hope and dreams... the world...... Meaning &amp;amp; Reason. and wanting to Know and to keep discovering it all.//-c.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-116068692472487597?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/116068692472487597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=116068692472487597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/116068692472487597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/116068692472487597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-bad.html' title='Is it Bad...?'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115921669821631726</id><published>2006-09-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:53:29.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CopCar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/acc.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/acc.8.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chennai police really seem to be going places with the states new acquisition of 70 or so new police accent crdi cars.for TN. Yes, the worlds 2nd best police department after Scotland Yard now have something in common with me in the sense that we have the same kind of car. Haven’t seen one on though road yet though but, a picture caught by someone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115921669821631726?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115921669821631726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115921669821631726&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115921669821631726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115921669821631726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/09/copcar_26.html' title='CopCar.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115912500766434961</id><published>2006-09-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:19:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Nagaram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Silendru Oru Kadhal - New York Nagaram &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Vg2n_mG_ocM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I seem to be hearing it over and over since it came out. addicted i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115912500766434961?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115912500766434961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115912500766434961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115912500766434961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115912500766434961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-york-nagaram.html' title='New York Nagaram...'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115912419323643676</id><published>2006-09-24T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:02:06.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hey all and sorry for ignoring my blog the past month or so. For one i have been WORKing since Sept 4th and for 2 wel i just havent updated in a while cause-well no special reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;This month for one saw lot of important celbrations - some bdays..my parents anniv. mrins bday("surprise") sids 21 (which went off well even though i couldnt be a part of)...etc. etc/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Work- well, Junior processing officer at Citibank, spencer plaza isnt exactly much but its not too bad that i am havent managed to survive 3 weeks of it and so on either... for one i am only on training so far-despite the awful timings and ya i do manage to get my share of sleep there and for what its worth Even LEARNING tons. who would have thought that little plastic card i use to buy stuff has got So much to it eh. basically i am training to help process and settle disputes and issue chargebacks for Citibanks american credit cards in the US and its apparently very important that we do this well and good cause its an important part of Citigroup Financial Service's india plans. our success on this determines future incoming prospects.would rather not get into the details of that and bore you cause i dunno how long i intend to stay here myself.. am in fact confused about So much but wil reserve that for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;well the other exiting thing is Kiera- the newest addition to home, a female lab pup from my cousins farm in pondy that we went and picked up and drove down. shes been keeping the entire household busy growing naughty and wrecking slippers..climbing on the sofa.. and nibbling and chewing up things.. including biting my hand .. was quite a shock when she had managed to open my room door and jumped up on my bed to do that when i was sleeping in the middle of the night and ya she apparently sleeps there every night very convieniently for the ac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;hmm that apart i have had to do some difficult things lately like let go of sum1 special that matters to let them be happy. some serious future plans thinking also LONG long due that i need to get on ASAP. and ya yesterday was quite a blast we all had clubbing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;oh wel thts all for now thts been up with me that i can rememeber of thats worthy of mention.do keep visiting wit the hope that i actually type something sense or interesting sometime.chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115912419323643676?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115912419323643676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115912419323643676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115912419323643676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115912419323643676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_25.html' title='/'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115627535376452868</id><published>2006-08-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:35:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You-Dido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got out of bed at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and I can't see at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but your picture on my wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my head just feels in pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm late for work again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; that I might not last the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's not so bad and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for giving me the best day of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh just to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Push the door, I'm home at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and I'm soaking through and through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then you hand me a towel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And even if my house falls down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wouldn't have a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because you're near me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for giving me the best day of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh just to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115627535376452868?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115627535376452868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115627535376452868&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115627535376452868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115627535376452868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-dido.html' title='Thank You-Dido.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115627192971766186</id><published>2006-08-22T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:40:36.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i SO Want &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/wo/0.RSLID?mco=BC8C6084&amp;amp;nclm=MacBook"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115627192971766186?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115627192971766186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115627192971766186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115627192971766186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115627192971766186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115583715818759600</id><published>2006-08-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:20:49.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY 21,ME! 2wice surprised!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5862/2412/1600/116879/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5862/2412/320/548410/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i had &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; ever.i absolutely, entirely, wholly, to-death &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;my family and friends&lt;/em&gt;. They made my 21st bday the best ever and really memorable for life. and i thank all of u very deeply for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;the day started and progressed pretty normal with stopping in at citibank in the afternoon to drop over some papers for my new job. By evening time it was pretty surprising that my now awaited surprise party,(they r hardly a surprise anymore considering they r more of a routine for everybodys bday. every year.) didnt seem to be happening and it left me confused on what everyone was actually up to. i headed out for a bit and met up with 2 friends of mine and hung out with them for a while- all the while getting msgs frm Siddhu with excuses and reasons that only seemed to make things more obvious that sumting was being planned that was gonna happen. Anyway headed home and was thinking about where to head for dinner with the family when Sid, as promised landed up home alone. i figured ok cool mayb i had thought wrong and was well glad that i could atleast c my best friend on my 21st bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke for a bit in my room and then headed back out to the hall only to be welcomed, to my surprise, by a couple of friends who had been waiting downstairs. It turned out quite a lot of a huge surprise as i saw the most unexpected collection of friends i had known from different places put together to celebrate my bday in my home, without me even knowing it.ya, lol- it WAS -a Surprise, and they managed to pull it off, catch me clueless and actually surprise me.Fun party, too.Due credit to be my bestest friend on the planet-Siddharth for organising and arranging it and to everybody for actually showing up.Pritish for getting the cake.We waited for another friend and then cut the delicious chocolate cake they had brought.Everyone sat and ate. chatted for a while. then headed home. just when i was left feeling pretty happy and glad and lucky for having so many special people that obviously cared so much to leave me a memorable time i least knew that there was another surprise coming. Mrinalini took the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked them to the gate and came back to see that the whole family was getting ready for dinner out when my little cousin Arjun suddenly turned off the lights and my anni(sister-in law) carried in another cake, this one with 21 burning candles.. and sigh yet again reminded me i was turning old. Didn't quite guess about that surprise either even with the hints that bro, dad and sid had thrown to me. So ya had that cake cut too and headed out for a nice dinner out with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~on the whole, a fun day- and a hell of a way to start being 21, surrounded by most of the people who matter to me the mostest!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//&lt;/strong&gt;Again-a very special &lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt; to Siddharth,Vijay,Adhi,Vinay,Priya,JD,Pritish,Prahl and to my mom, dad, sister-in law, and my cousin Arjun for the best surprise parties ever. Really sweet and heartening to welcome 21 knowing i got tons of people around me who give my life reason and meaning jus cause they r there and they care.//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115583715818759600?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115583715818759600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115583715818759600&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115583715818759600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115583715818759600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-21me-2wice-surprised.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY 21,ME! 2wice surprised!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115575316795122392</id><published>2006-08-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:32:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115575316795122392?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115575316795122392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115575316795122392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115575316795122392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115575316795122392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115575272145110821</id><published>2006-08-16T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:58:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YET AGAIN,....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To All of You, from the bottom of my heart, my most sincerest and the very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIGGEST OF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU'S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for everything said and done over all these years of my existance i could never have been without,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and also-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOOD LUCK AND ALL THE VERY BEST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for all my tortures to come that you will be forced to endure and put up with in the very many, Many, MANY years to come thereby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With Infinite Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and Best Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yours Forever and Always-like it or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Charan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115575272145110821?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115575272145110821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115575272145110821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115575272145110821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115575272145110821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/yet-again_16.html' title='YET AGAIN,....'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115575144496982526</id><published>2006-08-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:04:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21.Almost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 hr before i turn 21 and i am being plagued with calls and messages of wishes that are keeping me from getting to writing this post.YET again shows me how fortunate my life has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fact is i am pretty ready to face the world and be an actual grown up adult (been still a kid-since 18 even.) Got a lot of plans and responsibilities here on and looking forward to the challenges that come my way. Lived life without too many regrets, made a lot of mistakes that i am glad for (that will never repeat).. gotten a lot stronger... learnt so many lessons.. gained so many experiences that i shall forever cherish and collected so many people around me that i shall value forever as my biggest treasure.. being glad to have God with me in so many forms and ways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heres to me surviving 2 decades of existance on this big bad planet and moving on up to my third.. -and getting by life if not exceptionally well.. atleast okay enough to keep finding reasons to smile for....and be glad about that things happen the way they do at the time they do............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and moving on the way i ought to. looking forward to tons of luck to come my way .. and also the hardships and difficulties that i am going to be forced to put up with... in the many years to come here on. the different places i am going to be at doing different things in different ways.the torture i am going to have to cope with.. the happiness i am going to get to c and feel.. the love i am going to experience.... and all he others bad and good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy HAPPY 21, to me. i couldnt Be more Ready-here i am, Bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115575144496982526?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115575144496982526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115575144496982526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115575144496982526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115575144496982526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/21almost.html' title='21.Almost.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115573896363445689</id><published>2006-08-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:24:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;... Happy &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Birthday &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;prayers&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2004-2 yrs back, on this day i had the radio channel rj from 107.1FM call her and wish her on her air cause i know she loved that show. had yellow roses sent to her house, signed friend-hoping for forgiveness and acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2005- last year, on this date i wrote a cd of her favourite songs that her friends gave her from them, had a gift delivered by them from me which she threw away without even unwrapping.Sent her flowers too that weren't accepted cause she didnt even ever Know a "charan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006- Today, i managed to survive the whole day without even wishing her-messaging, mailing or calling. (so far!) She's as happy as can get with someone else. someone decent and nice who values her, treasures her and takes care of her. Shes in another place doing something she wants to do and making her life. And she is still nowhere close to taking us where i want us to be.. but yet i cannot be happier for her than i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- i guess thats the best gift i can give to make her birthday happy from me.hopefully she had a blast and wish her a gr8 happy fantastic year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115573896363445689?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115573896363445689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115573896363445689&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115573896363445689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115573896363445689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115548195459526133</id><published>2006-08-13T07:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:31:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/DSC02681.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/DSC02681.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess its more than obvious from my shoutbox that it was about time that my long-neglected blog needed an update and today seemed like quite a day to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a week or so in planning and it finally happened and i can call it a success-in the sense that just about (due credit given to Orkut for getting us back in touch and Siddhu for planning and spreading the word and taking trouble with the lunch arrangements.) almost everyone who was supposed to, actually did turn up. It was quite a fun to meet up after all these years for lunch. Though there were initial fears on the turnout, quite a lot of the guys came and it was so much fun bonding and reconnecting after such a long time. The crowd basically consisted of my old VM classmates who at some point or the other-most of them being pretty much throughout, were my classmates in school. and ya it was quite an experience overall laughing and catching up, reminiscing old times and the usual pulling each others leg. Some of them i havent seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scary to see that we all seem so grown up, almost everybody already placed in big companies, a year before they even graduate.but ya i guess i am happy for everybody and glad things worked out okay the way we would have wanted it to. the point being that when we were right there today nothing mattered-the place, the food - it just felt good that we sat on the same table and just spoke to each other so long. we headed for coffee after that while some guys split for home. and the amazing cool climate just made it all the more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys dont seem to have changed much either, over the years-physical appearancewise yes.. mustaches, clean shaven, unshaven faces but that apart they are still the same basic people i rememember them to be, the way i knew and liked them and they still very much are and thats pretty reassuring cause i wouldnt want them any other way cept the way i knew them and had them grow up with me. they still remain the sweet fun-loving guys they always were cept theres so much more to them now learnt over experience and education and yet the common bond between us, i am glad still exists and its nice to know that they are still close enough and just a call away.. and can be counted upon and care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda made me realise that even though we are getting older and change is the only constant thing anymore, there are still certain things u love and cherish and hope to have always that not only cant but cant ever be taken away. there are people who matter who always will and whom u can count on to come together and give ur life new meaning and reason and feel glad for.make u keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys, for showing up...... for making this a hell of a day to remember. hope we can do it again soon and keep doing it for as long as we shall live, as often as we can and next time get the others in too-everybody...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115548195459526133?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115548195459526133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115548195459526133&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115548195459526133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115548195459526133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/08/reunited_115548195459526133.html' title='Reunited.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115221454905649835</id><published>2006-07-06T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:48:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Here!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my Newest Desire- Honda's &lt;em&gt;CIVIC&lt;/em&gt;, in India-........Finally!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="94" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/honda-landngsite_03.1.jpg" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115221454905649835?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115221454905649835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115221454905649835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115221454905649835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115221454905649835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-here_07.html' title='it&apos;s Here!!!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115178125876456494</id><published>2006-07-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:49:57.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GoDs GifTs tO mE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I know a few &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANGELS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, straight out of heaven, (actually-the internet played a pretty big role in my meeting/getting to know them) that God put in my life- that I am fortunate to torment. And they came right when I needed them most and stuck around since (not always by choice either). In no particular order-6 of my angels- my favorite girls on the planet I would die or kill for are-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kavit&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; although she ever hardly cares much anymore, I really AM “Very” grateful to have met her the way I did, at the time When I did. She was with me through my weakest moment keeping me sane (well as far as possible that it can be done, I know its HARD-but that’s why she’s an angel) and being there- helping me out in the stupidest of ways possible- doing HUGE favors, just cause I asked. Sure we have our differences and Josh would say we are crazy to keep fighting and arguing as much as we do but then which best friends don’t right? I mean she’s mine whether I am hers or not -but beyond all that I am sure its safe to say that we at the very least care for each other and would trust on to be there when most needed. I really do hope she knows that, half as well as I do. I mean there’s NO single person I owe more to than this one and even if we have said the meanest of things to each other we sort of manage to pull along as friends cause I wouldn’t quite let her forget me with my constant bugging every other time. She truly IS one of THE nicest, most beautiful, (i most regret, not-single) girls I know and I am sure also-whose going to be one of the longest surviving friends I will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/42357628"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Manish&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; the pepper angel, as Archit calls her- is loaded with attitude to match that name. She may fool you into believing that she’s the sweet and harmless girl with her cute smile and pretty looks but trust me she’s one person to Beware of when at the wrong time and you DON’T EVER want to piss her off. Experience has taught me that more than once too often. (sigh!) Sure she will never call you or let you call her but you don’t really miss it cause the way she is, even online, its like she’s really there and you know her and can feel her presence around all the time. She’s great fun to talk to and we have the most meaningless of pointless conversations that end up going really Nowhere. She’s really smart, manages to stay out of trouble and is one of the most practical straight-thinking people I know and she has an great sense of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janh&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;vi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for well, being the most troublesomely annoying little sister that any guy could have asked for and its my own fault - that I CHOSE to adopt her as that (damn!). She Hate’s it when I swear. This innocent, adorable thing is really good at art and all that creative stuff she does and hey she knows like 8 languages which is pretty amazing. She makes it a point to use very nice nicknames and is jobless enough to message a different good morning fwd every day. The worst thing about this one is you can NEVER stay angry at her for more than a couple of seconds cause well she’s got that must-forgive-me and can’t-live-without-me look and her strength is that she Knows that too well and uses it against you. So she’s pretty darn good at making me feel all guilty when I yell at her or something. And ya she “is” MY sister so I don’t really have a choice but to put up and bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vibh&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; well, she loves cars. lol. ya, I guess that’s pretty much enough reason to love her, but I really ought to give her credit for putting up wit me for SUCH a long time (5 yrs with me is an eternity). I have never really gotten to hang out with her although she does keep calling me out and stuff. Still, she’s one hell-of-a person to have been so tolerant and helpful over the years. She’s one person who knows the meaning of the word FUN and she’s pretty talented in the sense she does just about everything-plays the keyboard/the guitar and tennis and is good at a whole lot of other things. Loves to party and loves to drive. She’s one girl who knows a lot about my past and all the stupid things I have done and YET chooses to be my friend, and that’s pretty surprising (hehe), not that I am complaining. Pretty glad and fortunate to know her and have around her around the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashritakeshav.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashrit&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; for the most part she gives me the impression that I am her angel with her constant praises and stuff(makes me feel so good about myself)- cause she thinks I patiently sit and listen to her but she doesn’t realise that she is such a really nice person to be listening to. lol. And God I SO respect her for all that she believes in and stands for. She’s going to make a great psychologist someday because she’s Such a good listener and always seems to have the right things to say. She’s taught me so much just by having me listen to all her talk. Shes also one of THE strongest girls i know whose been through so much and comes out strong. She's one girl I would definitely want to see always smiling cause she's got one of THE most amazingly captivating smiles ever imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylus2keyboard.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aishwary&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; hmm, been a while since I have spoken to this one cause she is one person who chooses Not to have a cell, but ya she knows enough about me to be by best critic to date and point out my mistakes, psycho-analysing me and knowing me like none other- telling and teaching me things about me that even I don’t know of. She’s pretty smart and god I envy her vocabulary and language skills and her incredible knowledge on just about every topic imaginable. She’s got this lovely voice-that I almost never get to hear, sadly. She’s one person who has surprisingly understood me pretty perfectly- maybe even more than I have understood or know about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;These are my special people that I am very grateful to have and on many occasions could not have survived without over the years. The fact that they are still around despite my insanity keeps me pretty confident that I can take on the world and anything that comes my way and I hope they keep watching over me and keeping me safe for all my years to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115178125876456494?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115178125876456494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115178125876456494&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115178125876456494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115178125876456494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/07/gods-gifts-to-me.html' title='GoDs GifTs tO mE!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115142457637556593</id><published>2006-06-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T09:09:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InspirED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have my very first actual job interview tomorrow @ Standard Chartered. And I am pretty hopeful that it’s going to go great. Cant believe I have gotten that old this fast and I am probably soon going to be actually Earning and beginning a career.. Wow, really pretty scary when you think about it and yet still more Exiting with the hope that my future holds so much good- and everything that I have dreamed of will come my way, soon enough. When I do think about it though I find every reason to Not be afraid of what’s to come cause like everything before and everything that’s going on now its just another part of living, growing up human isn’t it? and man its going to be So much Fun. I know WORK? FUN? But right now it seems so.. and at the very least its going to be so much of a welcome break from staying at home doing absolutely nothing all these days&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I do have a fair idea about what to expect of the work culture and job scenario there having done my internship programme there (ya I completed it successfully) for about a month in my last semester of college. But I am pretty sure what I am going to be put through there is a whole lot different from the last time I was there. On the plus side though I Do like HR and Finance and intend to pursue my MBA in either of the 2 or related fields.Here’s looking for a fabulous first step to my actual Life’s beginning and hoping that it brings to me luck and fortune as it progresses- Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115142457637556593?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115142457637556593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115142457637556593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115142457637556593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115142457637556593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/inspired.html' title='InspirED.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115083019301914503</id><published>2006-06-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:46:34.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EuroTour</title><content type='html'>France, Italy &amp; Dubai- THE Trip of a Lifetime-----(coming soon)----------!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click HERE for links to the foto-album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115083019301914503?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115083019301914503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115083019301914503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115083019301914503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115083019301914503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/eurotour.html' title='EuroTour'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115044907027945609</id><published>2006-06-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:44:16.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MrinVid-The Engagement Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THE engagement of the year happened recently on 7th June 06, @ Coimbatore-to my very own brother and the new princess-to-be of my house. It was one of the most entertaining and grand affairs i have ever witnessed much less be fortunate to be a part of. this is how the whole trip went-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first group to arrive there early morning around 8 by Air Deccan and my bro's father in law was waiting at the airport to pick us up. Took the Tempo to the hotel, checked in and feasted on the impressive breakfast buffet. Then went to our rooms to nap and by the time we woke up it was time to go to the bride's house for lunch and we all got ready and went there. We ate and sat chatting while waiting for the others to join us. And finally the buses arrived with the rest of the gang that had come by train. My bro couldnt come as it wasn't a good day for him to enter the house, so Mrin's cousin and her husband had taken him for lunch and shopping. We chilled out in the evening at the hotel and joined the rest of them quite late at the Hospital( the bride's family owns one) where the staff there had arranged a function. We arrived late cause the girls took a long while getting ready and by the time we reached the auditorium was more than full and the show had started.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hilarious entertaining show they put up with a skit, song and dances the theme of which basically comprised praising both family's and the bride and groom. It finally ended with them calling the bride and groom on to stage and we all got to see them both dance with the whole crowd on stage. Went back to the hotel and i stayed in the impressive suite with Vidh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt; began early with first the buffet breakfast while mom, dad and bro went to someones house for breakfast and finished the engagment trey items shopping-fruits, flowers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch we were scheduled to have a games show type galatta competition between the bride and groom sides. It started with a 4 round antakshari which-we, the grooms side, won.&lt;br /&gt;They next showcased a slideshow of chosen pictures showcasing my brother's childhood and growing up snaps- on a huge screen to the audience. This was followed by an amazing lunch buffet. That afternoon was spent getting all the plates and treys ready and packing and decorating them for the engagement function that evening. The evening while Vidh had his facian and beauty treatment done at the saloon in the hotel, we all crowded in one room and got all the treys ready, dressed in our best and had all the stuff transferred to the hall downstairs. There was quite an impressive crowd turnout and the setting of the hall and decoration arrangements was one of the most beautiful i have seen, so bright and colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom first walked in led by the brides brother and then the bride followed.Then it was the turn of the girls of the house to carry all the treys filled with goodies to the stage and place them in front. Then the formalities of the engagment were presided over and the official signing of the agreement done. Later the girl was blessed by all the elder people and woman and dinner was served in the hall upstairs.The menu was amazing and had Thai, Mexican, Chinese and Indian counters. The bride and groom meanwhile met people and posed for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a train to catch in a while so we ate early and got ready -rushing to the station to catch the train just about barely. Mom and dad stayed over with bro and returned by air next day.&lt;br /&gt;The train was good fun since the whole compartment was filled with the wedding crowd. We played cards till late until we were forced to turn of the lights and try to sleep cause we were making too much noise and disturbing everyone. Next day got home to normal routine life and i had to catch a flight to blore in a few hours that got delayed to the evening. Looking forward to more fun on the wedding trip to come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115044907027945609?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115044907027945609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115044907027945609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115044907027945609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115044907027945609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/mrinvid-engagement-diary.html' title='MrinVid-The Engagement Diary'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115044711676511780</id><published>2006-06-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:41:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's really pretty surprising how all it takes for life to turn from heaven to hell in just a few seconds is because of a few mistakes. Mistakes unintentional and done in a frame of mind where it is lost. One moment you feel you have it all just right and perfect and the next moment it's all gone-shattered, battered and bruised so much that you wonder what happened and why it even existed when it shouldn't have in the first place. Or what you said, did or felt wrong. Not something so beautiful. Not for you. And me being quite the expert and messing up, does stupid things to ruin it to a level far worse than it already is- leaving it unfixable. And yet that glimmer of hope exists where miracles happen as have before in the past. Every instance this happens digs deeper into the fact that i am Cursed, or so it seems. For all my Mistakes, for all the bad things that happen to me, for all the bad luck that comes to everyone else i know, for all those stupid actions of me that go without reason or thought, for all those people i hurt or offend or insult without meaning to, for all those genuine pure intentions of good directed towards me that i fail to understand respect and respond to, for all my regrets on having lived life to date the way i have -i blame me, myself and i. When some of the most beautiful, amazing persons i know-my Gods that i would be noone without find reason or fault in my, my actions or my wrong understanding it's me whose responsible and at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the hope lives on............./.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115044711676511780?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115044711676511780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115044711676511780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115044711676511780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115044711676511780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115028581758498118</id><published>2006-06-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:24:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperCar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/Lamborghini-Murcielago-002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;                                                            The Lamborghini Murcielago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115028581758498118?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115028581758498118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115028581758498118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115028581758498118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115028581758498118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/supercar.html' title='SuperCar!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115002557984960137</id><published>2006-06-11T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:15:32.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Bangalore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3I9NJq3Eos/RXYDw4I-qzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p0nqjsOM-rg/s1600-h/13552542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005192174107536178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3I9NJq3Eos/RXYDw4I-qzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p0nqjsOM-rg/s320/13552542.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They dont hop over to Bangalore every other weekend for nothing. For one the road there is a must-drive out of the world super fast highway that deserves to b driven on-and FAST, cause wel face it the cars we get nowdays Can actually almost litrally Fly! for 2. - the city itself ROCKS. from the shopping mall, to the pretty girls. to the tasty food and the chill climate and wild nightlife it's pretty much almost got everything the way a place should have. Well the bad thing about the city-intolarable to some like me is the Traffic. and thts a killer. it takes you a pretty long time in bumper to bumper vehical traffic to get just about anywhere at almost any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived a day later than the others at the city cause of the engagement and since my afternoon flight was delayed to the evening, landed @ Blore Airport around 630 and by the time Siddhu picked me up and we headed to Thryambucks apartment it was well past 8. Got ready and left to Forum which was just across- to have dinner at McDonalds and then watch the Da Vinci Code at the PVR theatre there. Played poker for a while and fell asleep -after being entertained by a friend. The apartment was pretty impressive and had just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day and we were joined by Thryambucks fiancee who had flown in and she made us a very delightful breakfast of omelette sandwhiches. We went for a swim at the apartment's pool after that.Had a typical spicy andhra lunch after a disapointing visit to this other place someone had suggested. Then went bowling where all of us scored pretty well and got a couple of strikes. Picked up T- and headed home. They stayed at home to watch the football match world cup opening and we all dressed in our best and headed to Spinn to party. Was incredible fun dancing amidst the throbing crowd. headed home after that and had another session of Vinays entertaining antics- quite an unforgivable fun experience.. laughing all night it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i decided to leave with some of them in Adhi's car cause he had to head back so we woke up, got ready and packed - lunch was at Fiorano- this cool Italian joint that had really good food and while the half of them headed back we said our byes and thanks and got into Adhi's Accent for the journey home. i slept quite comfortably for the most part while Adhi and his driver ripped on the National Highway and had us back in Chennai in pretty good time. Overall it was a super fun trip that left behind a lot of memories to remember forever.. and we are just about all planned to more than repeat the experience at Srilanka this December........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115002557984960137?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115002557984960137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115002557984960137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115002557984960137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115002557984960137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/viva-bangalore.html' title='Viva Bangalore!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3I9NJq3Eos/RXYDw4I-qzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p0nqjsOM-rg/s72-c/13552542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-115002411332535982</id><published>2006-06-11T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:33:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just checked my results online a couple of hours back and by some miracle seem to have passed by BA(Economics) UG course degree with a first class..not overly amazing but i am glad to have survived my worst fear successfully and be headed into the next step.&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS-ME&lt;/strong&gt; and Good Luck too.!praises to Loyola and a BIG, Hearty "&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;"- to all my friends and family for helping me with everything , so far........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-115002411332535982?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/115002411332535982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=115002411332535982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115002411332535982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/115002411332535982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/06/congratulations-me.html' title='Congratulations, ME!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114879642326054792</id><published>2006-05-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:18:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hey me is back after my summer holiday......... twas a gr8 fun trip.. wil post soon about it......but great to be back home amongst familiar people....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114879642326054792?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114879642326054792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114879642326054792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114879642326054792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114879642326054792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/05/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114751121999561133</id><published>2006-05-13T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:07:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayanora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hey people, am off early tomm morning on a 2 week holiday-europe &amp;amp; dubai.... wish me luck and pray i com back safe.. will have lots to blog about when i come back after 28th. take care u all and stay safe...keep smiling!:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114751121999561133?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114751121999561133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114751121999561133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114751121999561133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114751121999561133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/05/sayanora.html' title='Sayanora!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114703739651112640</id><published>2006-05-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:34:08.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week That Is,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I get to exercise my right to vote today. That offered to every citizen of the country-universal adult franchise. secret ballot. I strongly consider it my duty to take part in the choosing of the representatives of Government. My first State Assembly Election vote goes to &lt;a href="http://www.lokparitran.org"&gt;Lok Paritran&lt;/a&gt;- a political party floated by ex-IITans, comprising educated young candidates. They aren’t just the inspired-by Yuva or RDB movies type but are men that I am sure who definitely want to make a difference atleast in terms of offering an alternative choice to the people and getting more people to participate in the electing process. I know they have no chance of coming Anywhere close to winning but I can say that just about every other person I know, in my age group is going to vote for them or atleast Wants to and have taken the trouble to spread the word about their existence and intentions. Not cause I trust them to win and make big changes- but because I feel that they should atleast get a significant vote margin so as to encourage future efforts on the part of educated young individuals who may someday strive for good governance and actually help to contribute productively to our state/country-India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my bro’s returning home after more than a year in the UK where he was studying and working. Big preparations on for his upcoming wedding and things are happening pretty fast. Going to be busy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I leave on a European holiday with 3 other friends-on which I have mixed feelings of fear, excitement and anticipation. The travel arrangements for that have actually just begun and it’s going to be pretty tight getting everything in place by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114703739651112640?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114703739651112640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114703739651112640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114703739651112640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114703739651112640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-that-is.html' title='The Week That Is,'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114658352073448437</id><published>2006-05-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:04:51.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of Loyola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kinda long do bear. First thought of splitting it into 2 seperate posts, but what the hell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Life in Loyola is officially Done-over. Well almost-considering impending results sometime next month. And it was an awesome, amazing, brilliant unforgettable 3 years. My final semester exams went off ok-with the exception of PFM-for which I am still praying Big Time!! But for the most part –it’s OVER-for good (fingers crossed) , hopefully I should even pass with a whole lot of luck. And looking back, I can see that there are plenty of reasons to be glad on why I chose to study there for UG and do my BA(Economics) at that.. much to my regret then...but definitely not anymore. For one thing its the most chilled-out place to be in cause i doubt any other college anywhere would have given us half as much freedom or allowed us to freak out as much as we did.. and its been a rollacoster 3 yrs with plenty up ups and few downs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories in Loyola run pretty deep. There’s just So much tht I can go on and on about. Wether it was sitting at Quench for endless hours (definitely spent Much longer there than @ class-well luckily our profs were pretty lazy too) throughout first year or infinite hours spent rating the girls on DC’s Party Whirl page (pathetic yes-but then again Loyola guys Are pretty deprived-blame our college) in final year while some geniouses from our class actually did slightly more productive things like work on crosswords or sudoku. Then there the childish scribbling on tables, the playing around with chewing gums, letting air out of car tyres and the stupid games we played and the most unthinkable of questions we would ask each other. It was a through experince on the whole with pretty much every aspect of college life put into it,we did it all- giving/getting proxys, slipping out after attendance, getting just about every guy in class to Hate us, tormenting the profs, coming close to getting suspended and ya having arrears too…Ragging day-special mention, although that happened with the self finance guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess every college has its own collection of character profs and we were no less fortunate to have some of the craziest. J for one hated us, from day 1 when we mistook him for an office staff on the first day he came for staff assessment, not knowing he was a senior prof in our own dept-back after a long break. He’s made it his saddistic pleasure to make our lives miserable since and today the fear of us passing that one paper remains. And ya the Father whose trip we took so much that he went and complained to the principal and we probably made Dept, if not college history with that fiasco-causing so much trouble and having to apologise to him. We sincerely took every effort to increase our marks to whatever max we could only After the papers were in hand corrected. This was made easier with the exceptionally few professors who loved us-like A who even though individually ragged us in class in a friendly way-was atleast nice enough to compensate by giving us good marks, There were some mean profs like R who actualy expected us to Learn and stuff but on the whole the college staff is pretty managable and at the end of the day we almost always had our way. We even had a few gay profs like JC who made life at Loyola pretty scary espicially when he took us on trips. Thankfully I skipped the Kodai trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class was probably the most diverse with 120 or something students when it started out which eventually dropped to about 80-90 in 3rd year and we had students from all over India, even one from Mauritious. We had all sort of people from religious brothers to the large mal gang-symbolic for their unity amongst themselves and they were all basically good though we have many a time had clashes or differences of opinion-guess politics exists everywhere. Never anything too serious though worth holding a grudge over. And man what entertainment we got from some of our classmates when they would choose the most inappropriate time to say the dumbest of things –giving us all many laughs over the years. We. like every student everywhere desperately grabbed every opportunity to escape class seeking ODs-a rarity in being effectively passed. We payed attendance fines just about every sem always exceeding minimum allowed bunking days limit.Even once tried to do a short skit for Ovations-our coll culturals jus for this purpose of OD. Another irritating thing was having to walk long distances between classes in our huge campus, this thankfully stopped by 3rd year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting trip was to Y’s farm where we(me and my friends) the organising committee messed up big time but still managed to pull it off, care of some last minute quick thinking. The Pondy trip with prof JC was one considerably successful outing with probably the most turnout that ever happened throughout college.2nd year had one pain in the form of Outreach-would have been a satisfying rewarding experience but for the fact that we did very little work and instead jus wasted time once a week to go give attendance and come. Study wise ya we had the dreadful seminars..those assignments.. last minute xroxing of notes on the previous day to the exam,copying off projects due, etc. We even had an Internship programme for about a month in the final sem-which I did with StanChart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me personaly Loyola has given me a lot of good and bad, taught me so much made me a …well, if not better atleast not a worse person-except for the fact that we have all definitely got a lot lazier and I for one am very minutely better prepared or planned for my onward future. I do have a Lot to remember though- at the foremost the invaluble friends I have gained of different types. Among the misfortune-probably the loss of 2 cell fones..well my own carelessness anyway. And ya both bad and good came out of the Palio Crash-lol -&gt; I got my Accent after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a rowdy or anything but I have had my share of fights @ Loyola. Pintu for one-though we were friends like soon after… AH well that goes back long back-satisfied a long denied pleasure of slapping him. Hard. Irrelavant that I got hit too, but then again who doesn’t in fights. Right? And ya while at Loyola I got to do a whole lot of things outside Loyola and use the Loyola name much to my pride. And then ya all those AH incidents I can only laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eco dept was cool in one thing. We got a couple of star hotel dinners out of the dept..for helping sponser the annual national symps. Those were the one nights in a year we could lay back and chill with profs some guys even drinking with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 8 of us our gang it was pretty close knit and we stuck together for the most part often extending to a few others but generally keeping a profile troublesome enough to be ignored or disliked by the rest. Even though our many party and outside trip plans or even simple dinner plans Rarely happened and even though we didn’t quite get to do Everything we probably should have or been crazy enough like we could have- we definitely had a fun time on the whole and will always treasure all our time spent here –the stepping stone of our future. From here we part in different directions-hoping for the best for everyone and someday I am sure we are going to be big enough to look back and be proud of the fact that we grew up here-3 years of our life, cherishing everything that came out of it-the good.the bad.the ugly. In Loyola spirit I truly hope that God-“Let’s all our lights shine”.hoping for the best and wishing everyone luck-thanks and sorry for anything I might have said offensive-unintentional.Thanks. Take Care. Good Luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;(P.S.-Names not disclosed for personal reasons-but kinda obvious to those who know i am sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114658352073448437?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114658352073448437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114658352073448437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114658352073448437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114658352073448437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/05/memoirs-of-loyola.html' title='Memoirs of Loyola'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114651265630974611</id><published>2006-05-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:16:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/02052006(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/02052006%28001%29.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Janhavi-one of THE SWEETEST girls i know. Best Wishes da,-c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114651265630974611?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114651265630974611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114651265630974611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114651265630974611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114651265630974611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114638897425387820</id><published>2006-04-30T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:50:18.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;To My Biggest Inspiration Yet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She got married today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One of the grandest weddings i have heard of happening and she deserved nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Congrats To Her and wish her all the success in life..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;may all her dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my prayers be with her always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i am so happy for her!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114638897425387820?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114638897425387820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114638897425387820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114638897425387820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114638897425387820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-love.html' title='First Love.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114624112474960971</id><published>2006-04-28T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:00:20.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GANG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The best i have got out of Loyola is my &lt;strong&gt;gang&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; who i am sure are going to be around- For Life. Of the 100 or so in my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;class there is a bunch of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes extended, but mostly just us who were the last benchers and even though&lt;/span&gt; we weren't always at peace between ourselves-stuck together amidst the rest of the class. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Below&lt;/span&gt; i speak about them-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ajay.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the big guy- both financially and physically . the gym physique muscle man who never misses a work out even during semister exams.. often seen as the leader of our pack by most and initiates all our trouble making schemes as well as plans which never happen. He' s had litrally every kind of car through coll life and his 2 dogs are the cutest in the world.lives in one of the nicest houses i have seen.Already expereienced in the construction field from going to his dads sites -plans to pursue mba in a twinning programme-Australia and Singapore and probably the smartest in our group atleast considering he usually gets the highest marks within us. Very rarely tripped on and a party animal on saturday nights can catch him at Dublin or the Lounge though he doesnt drink and has very high standards on girls. Basicaly pretty sweet and can rely on for any kind of help anytime.. Knows all the right contacts for getting you anything anytime and ya he's the guy we are all most thankful to for the notes we xrox right bfore each exam- only one who takes down and completes notes given in class.widely travelled. greatly experienced and overall a gem of a person worth knowing for a long LONG time to come. he is funny. supportive. and a gr8 friend.owe him a lot for bailing me out of trouble a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harsh.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the silent member of our gang. he is very reserved and probably the most hardworking member of our gang. he is also the tallest among our group. He has often felt left out and tried to switch gangs and even form his own where he can be the star but at the end of the day is is a part of us. he does turn phsycho sometimes and can be very crazy when he gets angry-like i have found out. he ends up doing well in the subjects-probably second to ajay at most times. But he is one guy you shouldnt trust before an exam cause till the last hour he will claim he hasnt started but when the marks come he wil eventually do better than you.Probably his dav background influence. he and ajay were friends since school times. he is the only maru in our class -probably the nicest maru i know that helps out and isnt selfish or anything. he is generally good natured and well behaved. he doesnt take part in any of our mischief and sometimes we tease him for the fact that hes a usless member to our gang cause he doenst involve in trouble. He is the type to play better safe than sorry.Probably one of the safest sanest members and the only one with a plan about the future..Even when hes there he can be mistaken for not being present. he is also very sincere in his love liking the same girl seriously for a long time and all that. he plans to go work in Delhi and then do his mba. I am very thankful to this guy cause hes the one who collects all the notes and gives me bfore each exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K.T.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Keyur Thanna or KT as he is known to all.. is the rare guy. he bunks a lot and we dont see him much @ coll. loves driving on ecr and partying at distil.. he gets overly enthu sometimes and participates in class when known topics are being discussed. he has come out wit us just twice. once in 1st yr my beachhouse and then now wen we finished coll our last exam day.. but he's one guy u can trust.. can always call him and seek comfort bfore the exam cause he surely wouldnt have even started .. has a quick grasping power though and when he does study even if its for a bit.. he manages to remember and get by .. he has got on bad side of one or 2 profs.. . he’s a guju.. being all responsible.. sits in his dads shop and helps out and all.. one guy u can totaly trust and who wil b there wen u need if he can do neting he wil... he did get us into a bit of a fix at the coll ending wit some trouble wit our mfs assignment.. but he's a part of the gang jus as any of the rest of us. and has no issues with anyone and gets on fine..with the general nice guy image in the class and with profs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pavan.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as of now the most succesful among us. only 1 to take his internship seriosly and turn it into a full time paying job at ABN... he's very charismatic can talk very well and is pretty good with numbers smart wen it comes to answering doubts and he wil do very well with people .. can convince well etc.. To date though, his mystery gf remains a secret even to us but then again thts his choice..as long as he's happy.. He is the careful type.good sense of music.kind of sentimental abt possessions too .he hass also changed from first year losing weight and having a new shaved look for his head...a bit of a tension case wen it comes to problems and over reacts a bit but basicaly hes our pavan and hes quite a style icon espcially wen it comes to dressing all formal for work..he is a very good conneseiur of food and knows all the best places and right things to eat and.. often giving us information we are thankful to have, he is also a gadget freak wit an o2.. and knows the best deals and bargains on electronics and stuff. he definitely has a bright future ahead he studies pretty decently too.........drives a black xing.. and hes so meticulate that even aftermore than a year his back seat covers still have the plastic intact. so imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pintu.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started out as as this nerdy looking guy in 1st yr wit geeky glasses. at first i thought he was a wannabe with his rap star style dressing and wallet wit chain and funky designs on his loose fit jeans etc.he is the guy who loves stickers..had this idea of stickering all our cars as a gang with UDN. his car seat even wears a tshirt.. he is the life of concerts with pushup style dance moves. very energetic.hilarious.into rap and fast catchy music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;he is also the most targeted victim of profs and our new competion to Ajay for the muscle man title even though he claims he rarely works out he can build muscles by just breathing sittin at home. not the best at grades but he more than compensates being the most active spirit among us and a master at practical jokes(runs in the family-his dads a famous tami comedian) and mischief .often gets him hated by many but generaly hes a sweet guy albeit a bit selfish sometimes but then again who isnt. he drinks he smokes he dances he lifts weights he does it all..hes the comedian of our gang and he never gives a dull moment. his gr8test feat was probably the highest record kebabs at radison kebab court @ my bday tr8... must admit i hav had a lot of differences wit this guy even got pissed off once so much with his putting down that i actualy hit him @ quench but then again he means well in the end.......probably got a few arrears to go bfore he gradutates though but i wish him the very best of luck.can catch him anywhere around adyar or at besy beach-but mostly @ maverick gym. life of the gang-boring without him in class or even when we meet up outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rambo.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;another tension case.. he claims to be the least smart of the 4 siblings in his family.he is the one who lives closest to my place. always manages to trouble me for notes at THE last minute and always takes forever to get them done and give it back-never hesitating to cut into my studying schedule. sigh.. not tht i have a serious one but still.lol. refuses to admit his closeness to the mal gang . hes not one though but acts almost like he is part of them-he is accepted by the,. lol we hav our doubts.. he started smoking in Pintu's influence.. he's the dude with the red Avenger(feels like god-bike) and he's the only one in his family ( that has 2 cars) that drives.lucky bum. he likes a good drink.. parties on sat night.. knows just abt every chick in town.. ( duno if they know him) slitly also a tension case.. very easy to rag or fool.kind of difficult to trust,.. manages to study last minute.. even if he claims not to he suddenly gets suprisingly decent marks, he is very holy in the sense he goes to church just about every day. thts cause his mom insists. lol. pintus partner in crime.. and comes up wit the gossips and happenings in town ...he plans to get into his dads business.. and i am sure he he wil do very well.. always seems to have reasons for backing out of plans. notorious for ignoring fone calls wen he wants to avoid us. kind of sneaky somtimes......but basically a good guy wit a good heart though.. can count on him to help.......... even did an assignment for me once.sweet chap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vikram Balaji.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; or Balu (has many such nicknames) was mistakenly put in BA-Eco instead of NIFT or NID where he belongs. he comes up wit the most orginal fashion style of dressing and he studies for hours unlimited but gets around the same marks as me.his clothes hav often got us raising eyebrows...he is best known for his gym expereince and the trainers who loved him .. + his diet recommendation they gave.. he too innocent and often our target of haressment in asking him the most obvious questions and getting funny replys-for our entertainment..he wil eventualy finish his mba sumwhere and get into the leather industry like his family and probably come up wit impressive designs.. he's totally reliable and trustworthy..... desperately seeking a chick........ been linked wit several.. can be seen in dublin partying on saturdays or cruising around town wit his freind Kartik. loves cars . cricket. f1....... tv.. and is a tamil film hero look alike. Cause of him that i messed up my pfm assignment-no forgivness for that. he comes from a large family and goes on the annual temple visit to the mountain. He is never one to back out or ditch us on plans but surprisingly he did for our final meet up on the last day. No bad habits whatever and not influenced also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There are a couple of others that i am equally glad to meet but these 7+i (can't write about myself can i?) are the gang that pretty much hung out together at class-for whatever little time we spent inside it-and outside. The past 3 years has shown us so much, brought us closer, given us so much memories we wil forever remember. Catching a bite at Loyola Fast Foods, Eatalica, Vivs, etc. Juice @ that juice shop near Nathans DVD parlour where we kept going pretty much everyday towards the end of college, long chats in The Lane, Got screwed by the profs.. bitched about them...complained. generally earning the hate and dislike of just about every other group or individual in class but mostly us sticking together.Those trips to the beach. Those neverending chats on body building,movies, those drives down ecr.. even the rare partying or going to one of our houses..or having a drink together . -sitting in the last row-playing stupid games .. ragging each other-catching a new flick when it came out...Whether it was almost geting suspended thanks to PFM prof.. or MFS prof screwing us on the very last day for getting our assignments done by some one else. Even if we go to college after 10 years i am sure we will be remembered for all the trouble we caused. we were That bad. Those endless hours chatting in the coll car park or lane-staying over at coll til 4 to learn pfm frm hitesh and eventually geting f*ed in the exam-for having been taught it wrong...having entertainment from messing with others at coll.. the whole thing with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and then well A. Crashing my car head on @ Outreach, hanging out together-and all the other irreplacable fun over the 3 years.. i wish all of them the very best and hope they all make it big in life so that we can go back someday and say we werent that worthless after all-lol.....anyways its been a fun 3 years thanks to these 7 guys and the others.so signing off with thanks, -a very indebted with gratitude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114624112474960971?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114624112474960971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114624112474960971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114624112474960971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114624112474960971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/gang.html' title='THE GANG.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114620242032913321</id><published>2006-04-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:09:25.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take your breath away"- (From "Hitch").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Special Memorable Moments,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...(in no partcular order)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Riding on Siddhu's brand-new(then) bike back from Mahabs late in the evening. First the wind on face doing 80+ kmph, jus the 2 of us alone.&lt;br /&gt;-When it started to drizzle and then rain- the raindrops hitting bare skin like small needles-ah the pain! Ultimate!&lt;br /&gt;-Any time i go to the &lt;strong&gt;beach&lt;/strong&gt; or stare at the sea, walk on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;-My first kiss. All the hugs i have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;-Every time i heard "i love you" and knew its meant straight from the heart, wherever whenever i hear it said. It was felt...&lt;br /&gt;-Joining Loyola.&lt;strong&gt;Leaving Loyola&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Those countless visits in school to &lt;strong&gt;CCD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Buffet's at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-All those many &lt;strong&gt;culturals&lt;/strong&gt; we attended, sometimes winning even.&lt;br /&gt;-Every time i met my special people, every time they were there when i needed them the most in the way that i did.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;VM'S 50th&lt;/strong&gt; Year Celebration's Reunion Dinner Party @ MRC, last year.&lt;br /&gt;-The day i got my black &lt;strong&gt;Hyundai Accent&lt;/strong&gt;. (rocks!)&lt;br /&gt;-When i played cupid to 2 amazing people who were and Are stil SO "in-love" and they kept thanking me for something that would have happened anyway without me.&lt;br /&gt;- Ooty trip-VM(10th).&lt;br /&gt;-YMCA, day-1.( when i first saw &lt;strong&gt;Her&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;-Driving in the dark with the lights off and windows down at the cemetary road.&lt;br /&gt;-School &lt;strong&gt;Farewell&lt;/strong&gt; day after 12th.&lt;br /&gt;-Leaving &lt;strong&gt;VM&lt;/strong&gt; to join &lt;strong&gt;VSR&lt;/strong&gt;.( no regrets now)&lt;br /&gt;-Computer Science Board Pracs(shhhhhhh.!).&lt;br /&gt;-Computer Science Boards Theory Exam.(Thank you, Vedansh)&lt;br /&gt;--Asan Culturals(Genesis) and the LA-management episode.After that me and Kartik going and participating+ winning. Then St.Michaels where our school guys went participated with other school uniforms in the dance-though we were banned.&lt;br /&gt;-Finding out i am related to 2 random guys i met in my new school out of the blue who are right now 2 of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Pritish and the Ashram culturals, Pritish on &lt;strong&gt;Radio FM&lt;/strong&gt; 107.1. Me on the same show-LOL!&lt;br /&gt;-Ametyst....(better forgotten).&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Beach house&lt;/strong&gt; parties 1,2,3,4,................&lt;br /&gt;-Prahl's bday tr8 @Sindoor Sea Club,Tiruvamyur-coming home &lt;strong&gt;Drunk&lt;/strong&gt;, the hangover the next day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Studying&lt;/strong&gt; for 12th boards @ Krunal's. (well Trying,anyway)&lt;br /&gt;-Falling in&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;-i think, each time.&lt;br /&gt;-the many good byes over the years.. the many first hi's.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;S./N./R./D./&lt;/em&gt;.......(for those who know Only).&lt;br /&gt;- Every &lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;New&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Year&lt;/strong&gt;'s eve celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;-getting caught with cops for going &lt;strong&gt;triples&lt;/strong&gt; on a bike-twice.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.-Feel free to add to Comments-memories i might have left out on that you know i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Post To Be Continued)&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114620242032913321?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114620242032913321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114620242032913321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114620242032913321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114620242032913321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/moments.html' title='Moments....'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114607992170679102</id><published>2006-04-26T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:01:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry i havent posted in a while.. been making a great start to my holds and oh well, tons of stuff happening here. for one i finished college-well guess thats pretty known by now and ya Sunday officially marked the hook-up, my bro's marriage-things seem to be going at super fast pace on that. Well we finished our last exam on Monday-Financial Management and with that Done with Loyola-hopefully for good. Bunch of us went to our usual Dhaba for dinner and had a good time. Tuesday was again good fun. Hung out at the beachhouse with the VSR guys crowd sorta a get-together kind of reunion thing with about 11 of us showing up-the result of an online conversation on Yahoo that had happened on Saturday. Wednesday was kinda hectic with waking up late, driving mom around to relatives to inform them about the wedding and then me deciding on doing the Europe trip, and running around getting the documents ready for that, after dad agreed to send me. Dinner at Raintree. Coming few days are again going to be busy with the travel arrangements. Will post in detail later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114607992170679102?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114607992170679102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114607992170679102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114607992170679102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114607992170679102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114536066439020816</id><published>2006-04-18T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:10:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai's Supercars...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/cars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/cars1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai seems to be becoming a lot cooler and happening nowadays with its fast growing collection of supercars roaming the city. Shown above are the &lt;strong&gt;Porche 911&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Ferrari Mondena&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Boxster S&lt;/strong&gt;-on ECR on a Sunday, couple of months back. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-(taken on a 6600, pretty good for a cam phone eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114536066439020816?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114536066439020816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114536066439020816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114536066439020816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114536066439020816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/chennais-supercars.html' title='Chennai&apos;s Supercars...!!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114535822868103322</id><published>2006-04-18T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:52:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 and counting...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u know u have arrived in blog world when certain things happen- your first anonymous comment, a random critic and moments like now when your blog visitor counters crosses a 1000 visits- half or so of those r probably my own but oh well.......still not bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114535822868103322?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114535822868103322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114535822868103322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114535822868103322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114535822868103322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/1000-and-counting.html' title='1000 and counting...!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114451631200592410</id><published>2006-04-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:26:15.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRoSSRoaDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Guess I have been keeping my blog alive with videos and pictures-basically implying I was too lazy to actually write anything from my head but ya here goes something I have been trying to complete for a while now, do react!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Life really seems to be on &lt;strong&gt;fast-forward&lt;/strong&gt; mode these days. Got my final semester hall-ticket and had my degree photograph taken this week. And lately this seems to be becoming the year of the weddings. First my first-crush, and then my cousin sister-getting engaged and probably soon by brother too, on his way to being there. Also the fact that certain not-so-lovable people I know have been achieving things that I admit are of pretty impressive standards. Hats-off to them, my sincere &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CoNgRaTuLaTiOns&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; But the scariest part is that I am just about exactly 3 semester exams away from the end of a 3 year UG course of BA (Economics) at Loyola. And then hmm life begins- I mean really actually &lt;strong&gt;Begins&lt;/strong&gt;. Work-Career-More Studying-PG, god knows what’s to lie ahead, and that means getting serious, if I am anyhow going to get half as close to building those castles I have dreamed up and spoken about, making those illusions Real and happen- achieving my &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have never really been one to be serious or plan out stuff as such but I guess I manage to survive doing what I ultimately have to when it &lt;strong&gt;REALLY &lt;/strong&gt;really comes down to it at the last minute or so. And so far it hasn’t been Too regretful if ever, for me not to come out of…, or be glad for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But right now I must admit I &lt;strong&gt;Am&lt;/strong&gt; pretty afraid-.. that I am actually &lt;strong&gt;Scared&lt;/strong&gt;…terrified….beyond comfort levels. And that’s Bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is I do have a pretty close to perfect picture of where I want to be doing what and ending up where but I doubt I am actually doing much to getting there and that’s what I am worried about. Fingers crossed-I am praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this I only&lt;strong&gt; hope&lt;/strong&gt; to become someone everyone who knows me can be proud of, doing something in someway that serves a purpose to my life and existence on this planet. For a lot of reasons I Have to be big enough to silence the many critics I have had over the years. For even more deserving reasons I hope to bring a meaning to the inspiration I have got from so many others who I value a lot. In the process I also hope to make myself a better person than I am right now and do it all so in a right way and fair manner that I can look back on with pride and satisfaction someday. I want to make it big enough for me to give back to quite a few people something- for all their patience, tolerance, support and strength with me all through growing up. To Impress a few people.. prove my worth-show the world who &lt;strong&gt;Charan IS&lt;/strong&gt;..and what he &lt;strong&gt;Can Do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; If possible, I would also love for me to be able to make a significant contribution in the most memorable of ways to the world around me that’s given me so much and raised me to that level I dream of reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Life at this &lt;strong&gt;CrossRoads&lt;/strong&gt; right now seems pretty scary but at the same time it’s something I am eagerly awaiting and looking forward for to test myself and come out successful and triumphant at the end-when it will all be worth it. Hope your prayers be with me-wish me &lt;strong&gt;luck&lt;/strong&gt;- believe me I will need it as much as I &lt;strong&gt;need u all&lt;/strong&gt;. So hang on strong….and do bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114451631200592410?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114451631200592410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114451631200592410&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114451631200592410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114451631200592410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/crossroads.html' title='CRoSSRoaDS.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114433417356613847</id><published>2006-04-06T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:21:51.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofMtrScwfh8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Day&lt;/strong&gt; video, taken by my friends- just a few seconds long and kinda blurred but you get a fair idea of how loud and fast it was on track....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114433417356613847?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114433417356613847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114433417356613847&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114433417356613847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114433417356613847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/track-day.html' title='Track Day..'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114400114002066896</id><published>2006-04-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:27:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whataweek!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;- Mercedes Benz India had an entry by invite show at the Chennai Trade Centre-showcasing it's India product-line and it was a evening well spent drooling over those unaffordable dream machines that i someday hope to put in my future garage.. The New &lt;a href="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h17/charan1/Merc%20Show/Image377.jpg"&gt;M Class&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h17/charan1/Merc%20Show/Image386.jpg"&gt;S Class&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h17/charan1/Merc%20Show/SLK/?action=view&amp;slideshow=true"&gt;SLK &lt;/a&gt;Roadster, my favourite &lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h17/charan1/Merc%20Show/CLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image390.jpg&amp;slideshow=true&amp;amp;interval=9"&gt;CLS&lt;/a&gt;(in black) and the star of them all The ultra-luxary, super-expensive dream of all dreams-&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h17/charan1/Merc%20Show/Maybach/?action=view&amp;current=Image362.jpg&amp;amp;slideshow=true&amp;interval=3"&gt;THE MAYBACH&lt;/a&gt;, worlds most expensive car-starting, Rs.6crore.. and beyond(depending n customizable personalised options). The now common C and E class looked pretty ordianary standing next to those unattainable dream machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;- My friend Prathap finally got his &lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h17/charan1/Jeep/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0392.jpg&amp;slideshow=true&amp;amp;interval=8"&gt;Jeep &lt;/a&gt;road(or should i say off-road)-ready after 3 months of work put into it. Was a Totally fun experience going off-roading after dinner on the beaches of ECR, leaving tyre tracks in the sand-so close to the sea water. We were stared at by pretty much everybody there who must hav thought were on a death-run or something acting all crazy,yelling out and waving to everybody with the occasional climbing up stones, sand and rock just cause we had all-terrain wheels. Quite a thrilling experience though standing at the back with the wind in ur face, the cool breeze and riding so high and tall....felt lik heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;- Go-Karting with friends at Kart Attack after ages... good fun even though the car i had stalled like 3 times in the 2nd race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt; got the Wordspace radio installed and it seems to be worth its buy, so far. Stayed back in college til 4 pm for the first time in 3 years.. learning for my Portfolio Management exam from this guy who seemed to know and was kind enough to stay and teach us. Imagine me.. and Math-related subject with numbers...God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;- Saw my PFM paper and was damn happy i knew the 20 mark problem so well, we finished it in 5 mins and were like wow....cept only after the exam did i find out the guy who had taught us had taught us wrong and learnt it right for himself just that morn.. felt kinda stupid for not attempting the longer problem we had actualy known. Started on the blog changes.. Arch worked up in the night to put up the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;- Made 500 bucks within an hour of waking up-driving dad around.Spent it within the next 3hrs. Spent almost double that actually. Didnt get tickets for Goal. Hung out in Spencers and then lunch-chinese. New blog theme- saw it in the morn. Made some changes to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;- Slept for the most part, Played board-games with cousins, Still working on blog changes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114400114002066896?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114400114002066896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114400114002066896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114400114002066896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114400114002066896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/whataweek.html' title='whataweek!!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114396581430175117</id><published>2006-04-02T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:24:15.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TrAnSiTIoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Please do comment on the &lt;strong&gt;New Look&lt;/strong&gt; people. &lt;strong&gt;A VERY BIG THANK YOU to Archit&lt;/strong&gt; who helped me choose and worked so much sitting up all night to bring u guys this.. somehow Clairvoyance didnt fit-hope the new name comes out better... Suggestions open to Anything that says "Me" or describes my blog and writing...do leave ur opinions..if u like the new background and template- hope its better than the old one..-which seemed too common, i thought...so ya and sorry i have been neglecting my blog lately-been a bit busy (plus lazy for the most part).. anyways will keep the updates coming...thanks for visiting! keep at it-&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114396581430175117?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114396581430175117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114396581430175117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114396581430175117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114396581430175117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/04/transition.html' title='TrAnSiTIoN'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114218392493239504</id><published>2006-03-12T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:47:52.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACE DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5108/2410/1600/charan-cars-2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5108/2410/320/charan-cars-2.4.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Today was Awsome. It was SOOOOO much fun out there on the race track. Man, if you love cars or bikes and the thrill of speed half as much as I do you should have been there to witness Chennai’s very own Track Day- so professionally organized and attracting cars like the &lt;strong&gt;Mercedes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CLS&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Porsche Cayenne&lt;/strong&gt; and a whole bunch of other Indian and imported cars and bikes. (we saw two 911’s leave right as we were entering) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s one thing to watch an F1 race on tv, but to be on track actually driving your own car, fastened seatbelts, wearing a helmet and on track, competing with people you know, with other cars-some of them far FAR superior to your own(my &lt;strong&gt;Accent&lt;/strong&gt;, Prathap's &lt;strong&gt;Baleno&lt;/strong&gt;) is a pretty exiting experience You feel a sense of rush and exhilaration that I doubt any other sport this side of sky-diving can offer. It was single handedly the most exiting thing I have done and it was right here in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with reaching there-the long drive to the &lt;strong&gt;Sriperambathur Race Track&lt;/strong&gt; and checking out the scene that basically comprised auto-enthusiasts from the city and outside and their machines in the stalls. Then we went to the viewing tower and saw the track in all its glory under the blazing sun-after which we headed out for lunch and basically just hung around there-drooling at the dream machines around that we someday hope to afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were booked for the 2.40 session that basically started after 3 something and it was pretty impressive how they made sure we wore helmets, strapped on our seatbelts and had our windows up 3/4th –allowing only 2 in a car and checking to see if no lose items lying inside, plus tapping up the headlights, tail-lights and fog lights…we had to watch the fizmi’s (basically modified 800-engined go kart type race cars) and then we were next on track with the rally racing esteems and their professional racer drivers. Though we didn’t go very high speeds cause the track had few straight stretches- was mostly bends and sharp curves- but it was fun and totally worth the money, We did get fined though for switching drivers, but again worth it for that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t an actual race cause there were no winners or losers and it wasn’t timed or anything but it was more so for the thrill of racing and feeling the car and it was like a whoever can do most laps on track in half an hour thing. But we all wanted to have a feel of the track and it was an experience worth remembering both as driver and passenger. Looking forward to more such events happening- as our city’s auto-sport enthusiasm picks up. Headed home after catching a part of the bike race. Left behind some ever-lasting memories. Anyways check out the pictures… and will soon try to add a video clip too- although it doesn’t quite capture the exact experience that it was, you will get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114218392493239504?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114218392493239504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114218392493239504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114218392493239504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114218392493239504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/03/race-day.html' title='RACE DAY!!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114175999652900747</id><published>2006-03-07T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:26:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>…feel’s like God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The nicest feeling in the world is when the people you care about praise you-even if it’s for things you don’t deserve to be praised for, but would do normally for them anyhow just because you would and they are them. Well, I know better than to write a self approval kind of post on my own blog (seems a bit conceited right?) but ya this post goes out as a big Thank You for all those who have given me credit for things I do not even deserve (from calling me an angel to well, so much more) and the references they made to me on their own blogs and otherwise- well, you all know who you are. Just to let you all out there know that I would at Anytime do Whatever I could to Whoever I knew whether you asked me or not- if I knew I should do it, I would or probably already have and ya no credit expected or accepted for that.&lt;br /&gt;-c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114175999652900747?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114175999652900747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114175999652900747&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114175999652900747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114175999652900747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/03/feels-like-god.html' title='…feel’s like God.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114070622616440612</id><published>2006-02-23T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:07:37.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It’s pretty wonderful how much one can learn from watching relationships being made and broken and remade again by being evolved into something beyond what it was. Just recently, I had the opportunity to get to meet and know 2 pretty amazing people who were romantically involved a while back. And wow was it a happy ending that I got to see happen- or rather, a new beginning in the form of forgiveness, acceptance and Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 are so special cause unlike so many unfortunate souls like me have wanted but not had- they truly, deeply-valued their relationship and SO wanted to work it out then, while it lasted. Both of them did. They were each others first. And ya I consider myself pretty lucky to have got to know them the way I have at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a sort of easy person to open up to and it definitely didn’t take these 2 long to tell me about each other without at the beginning even knowing that I knew the person they were talking about and man you got to have been there to know how nice it was to hear some one actually praise their ex much less not talk a single bad thing about him/her. And the best part is they are both pretty over the relationship as such and have no regrets on ending it or intentions of getting back- this sort of works good enough to restore just about anyone’s faith in falling in love after a bad first experience break-up or even in the trust in the opposite sex based on genuine, pure intentions, rarely seen nowadays and that to me is a miracle to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114070622616440612?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114070622616440612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114070622616440612&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114070622616440612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114070622616440612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-end.html' title='not The End.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114070174167559060</id><published>2006-02-23T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:24:43.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until The X.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/evo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/evo9.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer Evo XI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; saw 1 gracing Chennai road's today in exactly the same colour..parked right outside my house and fell madly in love with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114070174167559060?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114070174167559060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114070174167559060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114070174167559060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114070174167559060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/until-x.html' title='Until The X.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114033160017553989</id><published>2006-02-18T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:09:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C @ 1988-89</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; never really expected that preparing my very first CV was going to bring me back so much memory’s or make me feel proud of myself. I mean come on this is supposed to be actual serious work and I least expected to turn out to be quite the fun experience it turned out to be. The most interesting part was when mom showed me my pre-kg report card and man was I quite a kid in my childhood days (ya, I know being 20 does make me seem Very old). This isn’t about self praise but hey I have proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was this 96.5cms height guy who weighed 14.5 kg and gained 1.5 kg and grew 10cms by the time I completed my very first year of education at WCC. I seemed to have been quite a good kid who enjoyed playing on the cycle and jungle gym. Had a good activity level, ate slowly but well and never wasted food. I was also a very clean kid who did neat work. Was regular and punctual to school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers describe me as a happy well-developed and cheerful child and rated my emotional maturity and oral expression-good. My dominant personality traits imply I was shy but on the whole very affectionate, social and friendly. I was very choosy about my playmates and synced well with everyone. I was, not surprisingly – an independent, talented, affectionate and quite child- though a trifle shy, a well behaved student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My language skills imply I was fluent in both English and Tamil and learnt and tried to use a lot of new words. I incidentally also was an attentive student in class and had a good memory power. Also says that I was an enthusiastic participant in the school play and animal song and executed my role well. My special skills and abilities list me as being very musically inclined and great at art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya I am still very much almost all of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114033160017553989?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114033160017553989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114033160017553989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114033160017553989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114033160017553989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/c-1988-89.html' title='C @ 1988-89'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-114003492180098081</id><published>2006-02-15T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:23:51.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, My Car, The Beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/CIMG0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/CIMG0936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With 2 of my Favorite Things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-114003492180098081?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/114003492180098081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=114003492180098081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114003492180098081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/114003492180098081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-my-car-beach.html' title='Me, My Car, The Beach.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113994038895958940</id><published>2006-02-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:35:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Have you ever wondered about finding &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Your One&lt;/strong&gt;. The one person on the planet destined to own you and for you to own and end up with &lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;For life &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I mean ya growing up we read of these fairytale stories, watch these happily ever after ending movies see these happy ending instances around us and it’s maybe even human enough to dream or rather imagine/picture/wish for/hope for probably even pray that you meet that &lt;strong&gt;special someone&lt;/strong&gt;, go all out and make a complete fool of yourself doing everything you possibly can taking so much pain and effort to win her (or him) over and have that &lt;strong&gt;miracle&lt;/strong&gt; happen to you by making that special some yours to keep for all eternity-to make them smile.. laugh.. be there when they cry.. hold them.. have them as your strength and support… and end up &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;- making dreams come true, having good happen to yourself and treasuring those &lt;strong&gt;moments&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; But in reality life and love aren’t as sweet or picture perfect as we would like for them to be and if it did happen that one first time if it worked if it lasted and is lasting, well that’s a &lt;em&gt;special &lt;/em&gt;and you are damn lucky - Do everything you possibly can do to hang on to it. Always…cause it’s more than worth it. I-for my part, have seen enough breakups, crush’s and conflicts to myself and to others that I know. And have been through hard enough times to be tempted to give up and lose heart. But then again, I believe in faith and destiny and yet let that hope live inside me that my special someone is out there waiting and will let me find her at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Finding that &lt;em&gt;Special Someone, Your One&lt;/em&gt;- isn’t something that should hold you back from making a life for yourself or letting it rule you. It’s about making the mistake of miserably failing, wrong choices and learning on from them and discovering yourself and what you want. It’s about letting go of the old and moving on with the new-the better. I for one believe that when a person likes another they do so no matter what. The biggest mistakes will seem forgivable and insignificant. But if they don’t like a person well than they just don’t – no matter what that person may try to say or do to remove that dislike and well – the smallest innocent slip-up will seem deliberate and unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; True love&lt;/strong&gt;-i think, is about holding on to something amazing for every second while it lasted,, remembering those precious moments.. learning from the bad.. letting go of the most difficult and fighting on to stay strong. To me, its about growing up, learning life.. being in control and having the faith and confidence in yourself to make yourself happy no matter what that takes. It's about &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; and about &lt;strong&gt;Belief. &lt;/strong&gt;It's about remembering those &lt;strong&gt;moments&lt;/strong&gt;, holding on to those good &lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt; and learning from the bad. Love is about &lt;strong&gt;Mystery&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Faith &lt;/strong&gt;and Knowing what you have is &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt; enough to want for it to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; It doesn't really have to be said or expressed so long as it can b &lt;em&gt;felt &lt;/em&gt;by both. And it can be felt in the simplest of ways- just by waking up with a smile on the face knowing, staring into each others eyes meaninglessly or just talking all-night and not realising it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Finding the one is therfore not just about going out there and looking but simply about waiting... knowing she/he is out there and &lt;strong&gt;Waiting&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; -! ! ! ! !-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This post comes a little late even though i typed it out long back, just now got around to finishing it and posting. Somehow never got around to ending it right but i figured will post it anyway. Reminds me that i should really complete stuff i start writing then and there cause it gets too old to post sometimes. I am sorry that it came out kinda long and serious-like. v-day special-not too happy with it but wil relate back to it later in full...when i feel like.  (-Post To Be Completed Later-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113994038895958940?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113994038895958940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113994038895958940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113994038895958940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113994038895958940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/one.html' title='The One......'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113993569546352890</id><published>2006-02-14T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:16:14.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ever had some who cared about you so much that you wonder if it’s illegal that you don’t think about her enough? That if you fell asleep worrying you knew she would visit you in your dreams just to make you smile and wake up stronger the next day, even if you cant reach out and touch her, even see her or hear her as instant as you would want to- you Know she would be There. waiting. knowing. and holding you. hanging on strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I have. And I am pretty thankful to God that she exists on this planet to look after me, take care of me, love me, cherish me, and respect me for who I am to her and the world beyond. And if there is a word I value beyond a friend I would use it right now to imply-Only heR. She lives a zillion miles away, so far but yet fighting and staying strong. &amp;amp; being unbelievable patient and tolerating me, beyond all hell, despite Everything we have seen and been through (which is A Lot) together. She’s one of the most perfect person I know on the planet and I owe her So SO Much and I can’t imagine having survived the last few years without her by my side… well not physically but still.. I could feel it and she keeps letting me know it-over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all are fighting and the differences of opinion on pretty much everything, the exact opposite people that we are- it’s pretty unbelievable that we are still lasting and pretty safe at that. She’s such a brilliant person that she comes through for me every time when I most need her and I must give her due credit for making me do pretty unbelievable things and pushing me hard to fight and survive, do well even. I really don’t think I can ask for a more perfect relationship with a more perfect person than heR and I am looking forward to an eternal association with heR-not that she really has a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;//To heR, my strength. my inspiration. my bestEST friend.//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113993569546352890?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113993569546352890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113993569546352890&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113993569546352890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113993569546352890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/her.html' title='heR.'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113993375131418980</id><published>2006-02-14T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:15:43.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason-Hoobastank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learningI never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113993375131418980?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113993375131418980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113993375131418980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113993375131418980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113993375131418980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/reason-hoobastank.html' title='The Reason-Hoobastank'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113924428966876595</id><published>2006-02-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:23:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netru..Indru..Naalai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It finally happened. And boy it was well worth the wait. The show absolutely rocked, exceeding expectations by milestones. Trust Mani Ratham to really know how to entertain people and with a team that included the likes of Vasanth, Rajiv Menon and Sabu Cyril to efficiently help organize and run the show what more can one expect. And what better audience than a crowd of 20,000 cheering them on that included so many celebrities and artists from film and tv. The long drive to Jeppiar Engineering College and the hour and something long delay waiting for the show to start was so totally worth it and am I glad I made it with VIP passes to sit at the very front amidst the famous people. It did get a little annoying with repetitive ads on the screen and the long wait to the start with people pouring in until the very last minute… but ya what a crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme opened with Revathy on the screen talking about The Banyan-foundation for destitute women and the work they are involved with. It was divided into 3 segments showcasing the evolution of film music over time in the past, present and the future. The artists of the evening amongst others, included Shaam, Abbas, Vineeth and of course Shriya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The first part started with the drum dance from Chandralekha and had a host of performers dancing to the tune of songs from yesteryear and the sets, artwork and lighting was fantastic and it all looked so original- straight from the actual movies. Must really appreciate the tremendous effort at detail put in by the organisers. Prakash Raj was just hilarious in his green costume- I doubt I can ever look at him as a scary villain again after the way he danced around looking so funny yesterday for the song Yaradi Nee Mohini. And man it was quite a surprise how they managed to bring a car on stage and drive it across for Viswanathan Velaivendum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It resumed after a short break to the songs of the movies of the present phase with Blaze singing a fast paced number on Netru Indru Naalai and then Shobana’s dance and things got very interesting here on. Simbu played a very close Rajini and dancing to Rakamma with Simran and later Thillana Thillana wit the very pretty Reema Sen. Man, can the guy dance or what! The most exiting part of the evening though was Shilpa Shetty sizzling the audience with Chaiyya Chaiyya (Vivek Oberoi couldn’t make it- they put some other guy as substitute) and it was quite a shock to the audience when they even managed to bring a train (or rather a close imitation of one) on to stage to replay the original theme of the song. And how can I forget the biggest star present there was none other than Kamal Hassan who had the crowd spellbound when he sang the very melodious song-Thenpandi Cheemailey. This was followed by a Banyan theme song with a video presentation for which the music was composed by none other than AR Rahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest segment of the evening, probably what we all wanted more of was restricted due to the time constraint considering it was already close to midnight and so the show was wrapped up in a medley of the most popular film song hits of today starting with a Ganesh idol being danced with on stage and then followed by Fanna, Appadi Podu, Sa Re Ga Ma (which had Manikandan- who didn’t dance in the movie, and Genilia dancing) and then Uyirin Uyire, Madurai, Theridi Veediyil (from Run –starring Maddy) , Manmathanae (Simbu again with the extremely cute Diya) and last but not least Remo. The show finally ended wit all the artists performing together and for the grand finale- forming a human Banyan tree, the symbol of the organization Banyan-in aid of which the show was held for. All the artists and dancers walked on stage and the ever charismatic Madhavan took the mike and thanked all those responsible who had worked towards making the show a reality and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Overall, it was a brilliant show and where else can you get to see a stage where the performers manage to bring a cycle, a rickshaw, a bike, a car, a mock ship and even a pretty realistic working train on to stage and recreate scenes straight out of the actual film’s setting- the fruit of months of hard work and contribution from a whole lot of dedicated people who deserve credit. Do catch it on tv due March, first week. It totally compensated for the disappointment in not being able to make it to the Bryan Adams concert at Bangalore this weekend and was on the whole- a night worth remembering for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113924428966876595?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113924428966876595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113924428966876595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113924428966876595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113924428966876595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/netruindrunaalai.html' title='Netru..Indru..Naalai..'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113921560159337459</id><published>2006-02-06T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:22:41.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Wheels!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/1600/cls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2308/1963/320/cls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mercedes CLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;isn't she Perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113921560159337459?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113921560159337459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113921560159337459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113921560159337459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113921560159337459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/dream-wheels.html' title='Dream Wheels!!!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113898974745534812</id><published>2006-02-03T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:22:20.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Heals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It’s amazing how time is all it takes for the most complex and troubling issues to resolve themselves-on their own, so effortlessly. Yesterday was a very memorable, happy day for me. I got to do something I have been wanting to. Something that I expected would have its moment come years later, instead of now. What’s even more incredible is the fact that it happened under completely different circumstances than I imagined it to and at a time when it was least expected and in every way, very surprising. Shocking. And yet, it couldn’t have gone better than it did-even if it lasted just 5 minutes. It meant So Much. And it was all that I had hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I am probably hyping up too much for this very small, probably even classifiable as insignificant thing. But to me it was that important that it happened. And thankful and glad that it did. At that moment it felt bigger than life. Forgivness. Acceptance. Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11am yesterday I finally got to give a happy ending to something that put me through so much and taught me so much more. I called her. Wished her – both for her birthday and wedding and I she was nothing but incredibly sweet about it and damn nice- considering I am the one person on the planet she probably despised and hated more than anyone else. She probably never even cared but she listened and spoke back. We were best friends, so close, at one stage in some way but it got bad-very bad, after that-well, you know me. It happened in the most civil and friendly way possible and it was nice to know that I can look at her sometime somewhere and smile and talk and be smiled back at and spoken back to, after years of instances like walking past each other within touching distance and not even bothering to glance or look or say hello. It’s good that I can remember the memories that came with it without any regrets and be happy for the person whose inspired me the most to get where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly I am past the initial shock and surprise at her getting married at 19. And ya although it scared me at first and made me doubt that she would ever get to fulfilling those dreams she always had, I know now after talking to her that she’s still very much going to do all that. And that’s pretty brilliant. Right? Besides she’s getting the marriage she always wanted-chosen by her parents, a guy who has mystery to discover and hmm who is obviously pretty successful and settled. And ya that’s what makes it all the more right. And special- that she’s so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, ya truly believe that time heals. Besides- that’s the hope I got going with every one of my other so called “mistakes” so it had better…will hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113898974745534812?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113898974745534812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113898974745534812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113898974745534812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113898974745534812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-heals_03.html' title='Time Heals...'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113837556719374645</id><published>2006-01-27T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:13:26.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem- When Do You Fall In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok I am just starting to become a writer, definitely Not a poet and all yet and ya this is not something I wrote but rather what I believe someone wrote for me, once-long back. Anyways here goes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When do you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said it will happen&lt;br /&gt;But everyday &amp;amp; everyway my hope dampened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day I met you&lt;br /&gt;And my world turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;I knew people like you were few&lt;br /&gt;Making others laugh while you act like a clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided its nothing, its just a crush&lt;br /&gt;But deep down , there was this hush&lt;br /&gt;Making me realize I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;As pure and beautiful as a white dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you , wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;And I wished you felt the same&lt;br /&gt;And as if right on cue&lt;br /&gt;You told me love for you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaped with joy when I heard you&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a dream, a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;I started to tell you how I felt&lt;br /&gt;That when I'm with you, my knees melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t start.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes sparkled with love&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't me you loved&lt;br /&gt;Your words whispered desire&lt;br /&gt;But it was her who set your heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you told me how she fits the part&lt;br /&gt;I realized she was the key to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened as a loving friend would&lt;br /&gt;To all your praises of her&lt;br /&gt;And tried as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;To hold back tears that were so near&lt;br /&gt;And when you finally left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to face the world&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I felt at home with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share every dream, old and new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though that was not possible now&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That I would be there&lt;br /&gt;And I would care&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew the day we met&lt;br /&gt;I would love you until death......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charming isn’t it? I believed so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113837556719374645?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113837556719374645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113837556719374645&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113837556719374645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113837556719374645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/01/poem-when-do-you-fall-in-love.html' title='Poem- When Do You Fall In Love'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113837448338267167</id><published>2006-01-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:21:13.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;The greatest compliment on my blog so far that i got not through words but my good friend Ashrita said she was inspired by my blog (wonder how) and started her own for expressing her thoughts.. shes a damn sweet friend of mine .. very smart and talented anyway i have linked her under Ash.. check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113837448338267167?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113837448338267167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113837448338267167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113837448338267167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113837448338267167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/01/ash.html' title='Ash..'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113826874220050202</id><published>2006-01-26T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:10:37.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Sandy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My 3rd post in three days must admit I am getting quite addicted to blogsville here, hope that’s not a bad thing. And ya today is so far being hmm-pretty eventful I would say.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the news that Sandy’s getting married. Sandy, my first crush, my biggest inspiration, who I once believed was my one true love. And miraculously, I didn’t feel even a bit upset or disturbed like I would have thought I would. Just Shocked and surprised. very surprised. But then that I thought about it I even feel pretty happy now that she’s getting exactly what she wanted, though she’s ONLY 19 (on feb.2nd 06). And hey this was always going to be coming right? Just didn’t imagine it so soon. But ya I am definitely going to speak to her and wish her the very best and good luck. Hopefully she will be happy and have a great happy life...&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113826874220050202?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113826874220050202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113826874220050202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113826874220050202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113826874220050202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/01/congrats-sandy.html' title='Congrats Sandy!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113813350978072824</id><published>2006-01-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:10:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Having gained confidence from the various opinions I got on my first post I decided to move right ahead to type about what is probably my most precious asset on the entire planet, invaluable to me, in every way- my friends. Of course, given the fact that I still doubt that I “can” actually write stuff that makes sense, I have to dedicate this post to them being they cared enough about me to lie that my first post is actually good- I mean every one of them whose seen it, not one negative comment or criticism (so far). Probably have friends with bad taste or ones who don’t read a lot but anyways. and Damn! But yes it felt amazing to even know that they cared enough to lie because I honestly believe that I can do much better and its definitely their support and encouragement that’s going to keep this blog going, so thanks guys-all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know pretty much a lot about this topic having been super fortunate to have THE MOST AMAZING people on the planet as friends, in one way or the other, all through my growing-up- from childhood playmates to school classmates-from two different schools, outside, college and beyond. From evil-ex’s to secret admirers to crush’s, from random blog friends and people I met online and out of the blue (thankful) to closest family and friends I cant live without seeing or speaking to daily-I have seen and had all sort of friends from all over and miraculously even ones who have survived years and are still around lasting. I mean-come on, putting up with Me, Does Deserve Credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember writing somewhere that I am my own best friend and also my own worst enemy, when it comes to it. That I know myself better than anyone on the planet and no one can completely entirely claim to know me fully or understand me the way I think I do. But No, I realized ages back that that’s pretty false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who know me far, far better than I do, and I ever can, who understand me even when I don’t make sense to me and most of all trust me, respect me, have faith and believe in me even when I have every reason to not so for myself. They value me enough to talk me into doing pretty unbelievable things and making sure I do it, being there, encouraging me, and supporting me in the minutest of ways. Always. Every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are really, Really, REALLY- I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E in every way. They have put up wit my cribbing and suicidal urges, sat up all night listening, heard me cry, listened to me say the most unreasonable of things and even on some occasions- gone along with my stupid ideas and done some pretty weird things with me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Guys – There is Absolutely NO way on the planet that I can Thank You All enough for EVERYTHING, no amount of words or typing that can pay you back for all you have done, are doing and will forever continue to do for me. And hey, you are Mine. Every one of you, for all eternity-will Always Be Mine. You Know That. Even if you decide tomorrow to leave me and hate me or despise me, even if you disown knowing me for life and are gone, or say I never existed and you never knew me. Not that any of that is ever going to happen, but if it does- you will all still be Mine. Sorry so much that you are all stuck with me for life. Come heaven or hell, am always going to be around.Never forgetting you, nor letting you forget me. And if there’s ANYTHING at all, Anytime- you know who to come to. I Promise. THANKS-for All. Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113813350978072824?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113813350978072824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113813350978072824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113813350978072824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113813350978072824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-friends.html' title='MY Friends'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113811438113997830</id><published>2006-01-24T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:09:18.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Blogs and My Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey all! Welcome to my very first blog entry-not counting the new year wishes, just needed something to post when I signed up for this page a while back. Anyways after eons of contemplating what I should write about, here goes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a friend of mine told me he didn’t get what the whole blog process was about- why would people waste time writing or even reading something they possibly already knew-logic…facts, etc. why someone’s opinion on something would even matter to someone else and what could one possibly get out of going through the effort of writing or even reading someone’s blog site. If people he knew really had the time or inclination to sit down and do that.&lt;br /&gt;-which kind of got me thinking if the whole blog process was worth it-considering it actually took me a pretty long time to sit down and type something myself, with a million questions in my head on whether I should or shouldn’t, how and what about.&lt;br /&gt;But I finally decided that I owe this to the world, rather to myself to try to make sense and here I am typing my very first entry for all you poor unfortunate souls out there to read and hopefully comment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all like all serious bloggers (and believe me, I know some Very good ones), I believe a blog is an extension of a persons own self, his mind, his thinking, his belief, his ideas-an outlet for expressing his anger, his sorrow, his hurt, his joy and basically his opinion on just about any person, topic, object, place or thing under the sun- even, an interpretation of his own dreams or understanding-or perception. It’s about love, life success, ambition, Dreams, People you value, Mistakes you have learnt from your past, daily happenings, hope, faith, miracles you see happening around you and the world around us. It’s about Reason and Purpose and anything and everything one feels or experiences and wants to express, write about or comment, argue, even criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than writing what makes sense for others to read my blog is going to be about stuff that’s important to me, things that make sense to me-things I value, things I appreciate, things that have influenced or inspired me to getting where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way I also hope to reach out to a few certain very special people and let them know me the way I think they should have. People who mean a lot to me and people I will forever and always value a lot. And also with luck, probably try to make sense out there to someone who can relate to or even understand anything I might type, maybe even learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so, this is going be a page for me to go back to infinite times to read and remember how I felt, what I thought and what stupid things I did and will continue doing so growing up and experiencing Life. It’s going to be about memories I look back on and remember and about lessons I learnt from me being myself. It will hopefully at some point of time let me feel proud looking back at myself, happy at doing something right or even inspired towards getting towards where I hope to get. It will include my likes, my dislikes, my preferences, my interests and my world and the many amazing people and moments in it that I am fortunate to have. Starting off, so far I feel pretty good about typing even this much and I am definitely looking forward to being a blogger. So happy reading, do bear and please do leave your comments. Thanking you,&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113811438113997830?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113811438113997830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113811438113997830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113811438113997830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113811438113997830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-blogs-and-my-reason.html' title='Of Blogs and My Reason'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19764966.post-113614591103150892</id><published>2006-01-01T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:08:48.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy 06 all! Hope this year brings you all tons of good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19764966-113614591103150892?l=charan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/feeds/113614591103150892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19764966&amp;postID=113614591103150892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113614591103150892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19764966/posts/default/113614591103150892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charan1.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988238532425591205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
