<?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-9073096872795552297</id><updated>2011-12-13T10:39:42.617+05:30</updated><category term='dakshin chitra'/><category term='abby'/><category term='impatience'/><category term='my novel'/><category term='funny'/><category term='uncertainity'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='phheeloosophy'/><category term='robot'/><category term='wedding madness'/><category term='new'/><category term='ass'/><category term='FS class kavithaikal'/><category term='law class kavithaigal'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='my blog'/><category 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term='rats'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='மேமொரிஎஸ்'/><category term='tags'/><category term='yellow lemon tree'/><category term='expressions'/><category term='I&apos;m crazy'/><category term='play'/><category term='the world'/><category term='सिंगिंग'/><category term='weird'/><category term='expressionless'/><category term='writing'/><category term='My movie'/><category term='recipie'/><title type='text'>The Star, Me and Star struck</title><subtitle type='html'>There is no limit to reach the star and be struck by it :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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term='wedding madness'/><title type='text'>Pre-Wedding Madness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;. Amma, clothes and She madness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Keeps pulling clothes one after the other from her wardrobe*&lt;/i&gt; Amma, I have so much clothes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma:&lt;/u&gt; I know. And you are not taking everything with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Looks dismayed*&lt;/i&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma:&lt;/u&gt;You can take them when you visit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; But &lt;i&gt;*Looks longingly at the wardrobe*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma:&lt;/u&gt;What? Are you not planning to pop in here once you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*smiles sheepishly*&lt;/i&gt; Yeah, but I need this, this and this too Amma :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Amma, shopping and she madness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; Amma, lets go bangle shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma:&lt;/u&gt; Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Keeps adding bangles one after the other to the basket*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma:&lt;/u&gt; Remember I also got you gold and diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*says absently*&lt;/i&gt; - yeah yeah &lt;i&gt;* bills it*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Freaks at the bill*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; But Amma, these are so cool! Puhleesseee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amma::&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Finally gives in*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Appa, footwear and she madness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Appa:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; You have 16 pairs of footwear! This is where all my money went? and still you want three more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; No Appa, you dont get it. I am still  economical in what I got, See the first 16 pair were cheap stuff and can  be worn only for occasions. But the three new ones are to be worn  daily. So I need this as well as that. Makes sense right? &lt;i&gt;*smiles widely*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Appa:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Rolls his eyes and exclaims that she is crazy but finally gives in*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Friends and she madness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Buzzes Shilpa and Abirami at 2:00 a.m*&lt;/i&gt; - Oye, I think I am shit scared. I cant sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abby:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Buzzes back at 2:45 a.m*&lt;/i&gt; Just go sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;* Buzzes at 3:00 a.m* &lt;/i&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shilpa&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;i&gt;*Buzzes at 10:00 a.m.*&lt;/i&gt; Everyone goes through this panic, you have to manage it. Just go get a massage done and relax yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;* Buzzes immediately*&lt;/i&gt; I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*In a couple of hours*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Buzzed to Shilpa and Abby*&lt;/i&gt; Oye! I am bloody excited about this whole thing! It is going to be fantaboulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abby:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Instant Buzz back*&lt;/i&gt; Tell me about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Instant Buzz back*&lt;/i&gt; I am finally getting out of chennai! And I am soo excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abby:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Instant Buzz back*&lt;/i&gt; Thats all eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shilpa:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Rolls her eyes when she met her in person*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Chocolate and she madness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;45 days and still ticking with not a single bit of chocolate. Till the M&amp;amp;Ms freaked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chocolate:&lt;/u&gt; I am mad at you, so I am sneaking into your house through one Ms. Alice John and am gonna make myself irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; No you cant make yourself irresistible......&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Deep thought as she gets the M&amp;amp;Ms*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; well let me just have an handful of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Time to stop*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; Just one more handful, what harm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Warning signals go up* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She:&lt;/u&gt; Just one last handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Looks around guiltily and then packs the M&amp;amp;Ms and decides to put it way up the shelf, but on second thought keeps it for packing to ooru!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chocolate:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*Evil Mogambo laughter*&lt;/i&gt; Muhahahahha! I told ya did I not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Shopping and she madness:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shopped all day and even some nights, and still  the to buy list never came to an end. Resulting in piles and piles of  things stacked in her room and her wondering how she is gonna pack them  all and drag them all the way to chettinad in just 4 days. She has  already booked (or should she say dumped them with goods) all the  luggages and baggages available in the house for her use and wonders how  the rest of the family are gonna pack their clothes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Scooty and she madness:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without  heed to constant warnings, she still keeps buzzing off the chennai lanes  in that scooty pep of hers. And well, it still seems to put up with  her. Of course, it is a 5 year long association and one which has took  her through the ups and more specifically the downs in the roads of life  and chennai. When the roads were bumpy, it did not give her a smooth  ride. But safe she went to where she went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3087916893389760983?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3087916893389760983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=3087916893389760983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3087916893389760983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3087916893389760983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2011/04/pre-wedding-madness.html' title='Pre-Wedding Madness...'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5694293394674367132</id><published>2011-03-23T16:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:35:44.656+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='status'/><title type='text'>Zany's wisecracks...</title><content type='html'>Having been bitten by the 'What's on your mind' bee from FB, I wanted to write 'Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue, Something old'. Appreciation expected. You can even go one step further and put these up as your status updates :p. Take it from me, I wont charge for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If something has to go wrong, it will go wrong. Quit trying to control the situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationships need efforts. From both sides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never take anyone for granted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont assume things, you will always be wrong in the end of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life never stops. It is only us who think life has come to an abrupt end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It does not matter how many years you live. What matters is how much life you put into those years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only you can dig yourself out of that depression hole 6 ft deep that you just recently plunged in with comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If everything is going as per your plan, then obviously you have overlooked something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever you plan something, there is always something that has to be done before the plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Next door neighbor's dog never barks at anyone but you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The time to judge things as right or wrong comes only when the mind takes control and the heart remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judging people before you know them can always land you in soup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh God! Oh God!. I never say 'Why God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always try to take the middle path to all problems when you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never cry after the ship has sailed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is only on you that the crow lands its shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can never say which way the train went by looking at its tracks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop whining FB does not have a 'Dont like' button, or 'Dont care'  button. If you dont like it or dont care, shut up and move on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationship status: Its complicated. Does that mean He likes her. She likes someone else. And that someone else likes him?? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most managers seldom know what they are doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can always get out of trouble, if you are a consultant - saying you did suggest an alternative, it was the client who chose the other solution.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consultant - Client relationship: If there is a problem. Consultant suggests solution.Client executes it. Consultant charges for it. But if there is no problem.Consultant creates the problem. Takes time to find a solution to it (coz you cant find a solution to something with the same attitude with which it was created in the first place) Client executes it. Consultant charges royally for it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job of any consultant is to make things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suggest to your company to let you work in your PJs and justify it by saying employee comfort boosts the work process. Better comfort Better return.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If life gives you lemons, Dont try to make orange juice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell some one there are more than a billion stars in the night sky they will believe you. But if you tell them, the bench has wet-paint they will touch it to be sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is sometimes your mistakes that gives you a whole new meaning to your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If we stopped making mistakes, how will hell survive?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing ever goes according to budget plans, but it is mandatory it is drawn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humans only make small mistakes. But a computer can make humongous mistakes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not what is said that matters, it is what that is not said which matters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont try to understand a complex process. It was designed that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When everything you tried still did not get you your cup of tea, it is time to read the instructions on the back of the tea pack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever goes up, eventually will come down. So dont bother about all those people high on their high horses. They will be back with a bad hangover the next day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you feel something is too good to be true, it probably is. So stop contemplating on whether to accept it or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never make friends with anyone crazier than you, then you will lose your attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is one whole set of trailing dots......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know looking back at the tears shed in the past will make me laugh.  But I never realized that looking back at the laughs I had will bring  tears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody gets caught in one of life's biggest tangled mess called 'Love' :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you cant cry and be sad. You cant laugh and be happy either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing looked expensive when you were spending Dad's  money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only you can mess your life. No one else has that right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All desirable things in life are either banned, illegal, expensive or married to someone else. My bad I say :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is better to have loved and got burnt, rather than not to love at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best pair in the world are laughter and tears. They never meet. But if they did, that is like the best moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5694293394674367132?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5694293394674367132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5694293394674367132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5694293394674367132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5694293394674367132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2011/03/zanys-wisecracks.html' title='Zany&apos;s wisecracks...'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6345148400680934302</id><published>2011-03-19T14:51:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:19:17.489+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Beat Boredom, Get Wacky :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR1H56V1Z5o/TYSKBO_bcWI/AAAAAAAAKA0/2Jg6jifWtz8/s1600/hf_bored8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR1H56V1Z5o/TYSKBO_bcWI/AAAAAAAAKA0/2Jg6jifWtz8/s320/hf_bored8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585741191654895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt bored, and wanted to bang your door down in frustration. Focus the energy spent on frustration by doing some of the following. Your life will never be bored :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recite the alphabet backwards, If you can say it straight, you can say it back too. Once you have mastered it, say all your friend's and family' names backwards. That would be so much fun - Zany would become Ynaz. Alice would become Ecila, Preethi would be Ihteerp and so on....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog backwards, then sideways inside your house. Go front 20 jogs, Go back 15 jogs. See how  much time it would take you to complete the entire stretch from one corner of your room to the other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some washable paint, and paint you neighbor's dog in Polka, and hide him in the closet of someone you hate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the phone book and randomly call someone, and ask for the person. When asked who it is , tell them 'God'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to your terrace, light a match and yell at the top of your voice - 'Fire! Fire!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask your friends over for a sleepover, and dump the smallest of your friends in the veranda  in the middle of the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call up Kentucky Fried Chicken and ask if they have 'Fish Fry'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the mall, Bring some crutches, Take off your shoe and walk around the mall in crutches keeping your leg stiff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collapse on the floor, and pretend you are unconscious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Mc. Donald's, order 200 Rs worth food, and when they ask 'Is that all?' Add a 'Fillet o fish'. When they say it is not available. Tell them to forget the whole order and move on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk into Cafe Coffee day, locate a nice place to sit. Keep the waiter waiting for an hour by asking him to come back later. Walk out excusing yourself that your friend did not turn up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take your ignorant friend to a makeover, and dye his/her hair purple and argue the whole day with the hair dresser, this is not what you wanted and demand your money back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click all your friends stuff and sell it on ebay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Warning: The author is in no way responsible if you were showered with slippers and tomatoes for having done any of the above. If you did end up with a good pile of slippers and tomatoes, just make money out of it by reselling them online,  under a pretension that they are very famous and rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6345148400680934302?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6345148400680934302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6345148400680934302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6345148400680934302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6345148400680934302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2011/03/beat-boredom-get-wacky-d.html' title='Beat Boredom, Get Wacky :D'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR1H56V1Z5o/TYSKBO_bcWI/AAAAAAAAKA0/2Jg6jifWtz8/s72-c/hf_bored8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8178340051731248222</id><published>2011-01-02T20:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:54:29.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zany'/><title type='text'>Conversations with the inner self.</title><content type='html'>'Oh why! Oh why!'  My inner self screams in exasperation. It yells to me, 'You are never going to follow it, then why waste the time and effort'. But, I constantly battle with my inner self, it has almost become a day to day hobby to do when I am bored. So, as a habit I said - 'You shut up, I will stick to it this time'.  My inner self just grunted again in disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat thinking. What will I resolve to this year. Hmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What did you resolve last year?' My inner self quipped in sneaking behind my shoulder peering into my computer screen as I sat thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Last year?' I say absently and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You dont even remember? ' my inner self asked me sarcastically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The past does not matter, the present does' I say irritably at the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner self waits for me to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I mean, its over, why cry over split milk. Yes, it was a good year, better than the previous one, but I still wish it was better.There is a whole new year ahead. Lets start new. Lets look at it fresh. Lets do things different' I smile with amusement, imagining what different things I would like to do. My imagination runs from as high as hanging from a cliff on the highest mountain to shivery dips in ice cold lakes. Then I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why this big sigh?' my inner self asks me knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I just dream. I never materialize them' I say sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'QED' my inner self stated smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked her head and pushed her in. 'Don't you dare peep, Even though I don't materialize them. I still will dream. I like to dream. It makes me feel good, and maybe this year I will make an effort to do atleast some of them'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner self muttered to herself ' I have heard this one a million times' and yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it an annoyed glance and went to put my 'List of resolutions for the year 2011'&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions for the year 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.The person who will be most important to you this year will be 'YOU' :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My inner self let out a giggle to stop instantly seeing my murderous glance at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to quit caring about what others think, and want to care about what I do think in any situation. If I would want to do it with no harm to my conscience. And more than anything, do I really want to do it because I want to do it, and not because others expect me to do it. The person whose opinions matter most would not be others, but me. I mean, They dont live my life, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('yeah yeah! as if you will follow this one to the 'T'' my inner self peered at me lying on her stomach, while I just gave her a glare and went on to the next one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I will be regular to gym: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My inner self looked with glee as she thinks she might nearly win the battle that I wont stick to my resolutions as she sees this one, I look stony faced into the computer as I focus and type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started gymming again in the end of last year. Mainly because I had packed up a few kilos in the time I stopped gymming and wish to get them down and get back in shape. But it has been two months since I started to gym, and only one card ('with input for 30 days' which my inner self is kind enough to inform me with her eyes gleaming with fun at my expense) is over. I am feeling low, because I have lost only a kilo in two months when I have 6 or more kilos to go down, and more than that I paid for the fee, not Dad. And it was not a small amount. I need to have the decency to feel guilty about wasting money, atleast when it is my money. But every single thought of guilt or feeling down drifts when morning dawns and I have to get myself out of bed early for gym. But, henceforth I resolve I will be regular to gym, or else I will atleast feel guilty the whole day to have wasted a quarter of my money earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my inner self closes her mouth with her hand stifling a laugh at my attempts to stick to my resolutions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Get up early:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(My inner self bounced up and down in uncontrollable laughter just on hearing the words 'Get up early' , her stomach is hurting so much and her eyes are watering with mirth. Hence I will pass by this resolution as I can not focus on why I need to get up early when I hear her incessant laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You still have more resolutions', my inner self's heads pops up for a moment from her laughter as she looks all teary eyed and still grinning at me. 'Yeah, Yeah, I do' I muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Say no to chocolates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I would have laughed through this one too, but you need to have this resolution', my inner self  nods in agreement to atleast one of my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  yes, I am a choco - ho - lic. Who is not? I would ask. But I am very bad. If the craving comes, I dont even care. I just can single handedly finish 3 whole bars of Temptation in just 20 minutes. But, look at the calories it packs, look at the mood swings it creates inspite of the feel good factor. Look at the acne marks in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('Ewwww', my inner self nods in agreement much to my displeasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to stay away from them. They have an amazing feel good factor, but when that feeling good ends, it is packed with mood swings and depression. I have to a certain extent been away from chocolate in the last year. But I am not completely cured. I still dream of the oozing dark chocolate fantasies melting and sticking in my mouth that have a taste which is sinfully delicious automatically when I am depressed. So I gotta get rid of that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('You better do that soon girl' my inner self encourages me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Be Positive&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('Will you ever be girl?' my inner self looks at me with little amusement, 'I hope to, See I am already positive I will stick to these resolutions and not drop them mid way as usual' I grin. 'Ah!' my inner self looks at me still with disbelief. 'Oh! Cummon, my resolutions this time are more practical and something I have to stick to' I coax her into believing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pulling myself down lately. Well, not lately. I always pull myself down. I am never good enough. I am never smart enough. I am never going to get that lucky draw. I am never going to get the first day first show ticket. I am never going to get my dream job. I am never good at even writing. These negative thoughts dominate me on a daily basis. I never shrug it off with a 'So what?' I keep hammering myself down to the ground till I am so small that I can barely see the light at the end of the tunnel and instead see things that are scary and loom so huge and big before me. I never realise nothing worse can happen. At the most,  the worse that can happen to a mortal being is death. Life is a short and beautiful journey between birth and death. Why spend most of it fretting that I am never good enough. I do my best in any situation, and will simply hope for the best. I do what I can do. I am no super woman. Let me do things that make me content. Let me give things my 100%, so even if I do lose in the end, I knew I gave my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being positive, helps you to think and look beyond. You wont be riding a horse in a tin can, but will be reining it in the wild forests with no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There, Dont you think that is an impressive set of resolutions?' I ask my inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Impressive, if you follow them' my innerself agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I will, and  you better dont deflate me saying that. I will, there is no 'if' I will, I am positive I will' I say in determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good for you girl, good for me too. Because, that would mean, lesser battles between us, and you doing as I think you ought to do, rather than what people expect you to do' my inner self muses as she re - reads my list of resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes' I grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So game for it girl' I ask my inner self with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Count me in' my inner self high fives in approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8178340051731248222?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8178340051731248222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8178340051731248222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8178340051731248222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8178340051731248222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversations-with-inner-self.html' title='Conversations with the inner self.'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2257825036245536175</id><published>2010-12-29T21:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:40:04.843+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phheeloosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zany'/><title type='text'>Gamble of emotions</title><content type='html'>HOPE, FEAR, HAPPY and SAD were four kids of SPIRIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope was a worried Kid, Fear was a dark kid, Sad was a lonely kid while Happy was the merriest kid bringing laughter wherever it went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad was a loner and would not talk with anyone and would start to cry uncontrollably at odd moments for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear never came out and lurked in the corners, it shied away from Hope and was jealous of Happy, and used to live on the tears of Sad. These tears gave life to Fear, and it always used to lurk in the shadows of Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope was a kid with mixed feelings, It was a little wary of both Happy and Sad. It was drawn to the light of Happy, but somewhere along the line something would make it back to go to Sad and sit and cry with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those times when Hope went to Sad, Fear would grow more in the tears of both Hope and Sad. It would evilly grin and mock at Happy, saying this evil thing was great more fun and darker than the light hearted fun Happy used to spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy being a happy soul could not bear any sign of distress. It just wanted to go pop the distress balloon with a single needle and spread the happiness. But it hated to fight, so it just tried to make Hope, Sad and Fear happy, but it was beyond its control. It always ended losing and feeling more weak than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days went by and the strength of Fear in the distress of Sad and Hope kept looming large, that even sunlight was getting dimmer and the dark clouds were getting bigger in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This constant battle between the kids completely exhausted Spirit. Even she started feeling the intensity of Fear and felt she would lose Happy to Fear if she did not do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called them all to her, and addressed Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'Fear, You can quit smiling like a monkey and sit properly in your chair'&lt;br /&gt;Fear - 'But what if the chair breaks??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'Hope, will the chair break?'&lt;br /&gt;Hope - 'Do you want it to break?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'No child' (but she signaled hope it should break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'It wont break, you can sit'&lt;br /&gt;Fear - 'If you say so' Sits on the chair gingerly and hovering in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair gives way and breaks, making Fear howl in pain and say a mouthful of curses and pulling Sad down with it. They emit a lonely song deafening the ears of the listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'Help them build the chair Hope'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope rushes forwards and helps Fear and Sad to build the chair, and in the process Happy joins in and the chair is built again, with Happy gleaming over them with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'So what did we learn children?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, Fear, Sad and Happy looks expectantly at Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - 'There is no emotion without the other. Every emotion compliments the other. I dont know if I am Happy, if I have not been Sad. I will not know Hope if I haven't been in Fear. There is always two sides to the coin. And my spirit would have been broken long ago, if I had let one emotion dominate my senses, because something may come up and rob a single emotion from you completely if you are not looking. Every emotion is a delicacy of its own, some which will be relished right at the moment, some later..much much later' *she winked at Fear, who looked around sheepishly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2257825036245536175?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2257825036245536175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2257825036245536175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2257825036245536175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2257825036245536175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/12/gamble-of-emotions.html' title='Gamble of emotions'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2650604649041928479</id><published>2010-09-03T22:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:56:21.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding reception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zany'/><title type='text'>OOofff! I just came back from a gala reception.</title><content type='html'>Hear here, Hear all! Guess where zany went today evening? She sneaked into a celebrity wedding reception. Yup!No *shakes head vigorously*, zany did not gatecrash the party, she went cause she had an invitation. Yeah, the S'star himself called her, ok - that is a lil too much exaggeration, her grandad had an invite and she just tagged along with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escaping from office under the pretense that she had a very important doctor appointment, zany reaches home at 4. &lt;br /&gt;She gets ready and awaits the arrival of the people from gramps. &lt;br /&gt;Excitements on high level in the car with two cousins also tagging along. &lt;br /&gt;Reaches the venue at 5:40. &lt;br /&gt;Sneaks in without getting the bag checked which has the camera. :p Cameras were not allowed, the security asks her if she has, and she says yes. The security says 'Not allowed', she says 'Oh' and blinks like she heard something alien and then walks right inside with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;And now the wait starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time ticks, no one has come to catch her attention. Concentration level is at a high.The whole mandap is full, and zany gets worried as to where will the celebrities sit if they come, then she notices the first few rows empty - they keep pulling in chairs as and when the vvips come. She keeps turning here and there trying to catch a glimpse of atleast one celebrity. She finds there is a whole bunch of people who have come just to watch like 'yours truly'.So zany tells to herself, 'Pah! these celebrities, they are just normal people, just like us. Why are we getting excited seeing them in person, no, I wont act all awed' The minute she says that to herself, the S'star enters and her mouth gapes open. And the other stars start to pour in and everyone tries to block the other's view to catch a glimpse, and zany does the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pinches herself more than once just to assure she is not dreaming, right in front of her she is seeing people she sees on the silver screen, some of them whom she had drooled over! She looks around to see if any one is looking at her, and stealthily takes her camera to click some snaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she puts the cam down, an volunteer comes towards her - she is about to put her foot in the mouth and say - 'I did not take any pictures, it was not even my camera', when that volunteer gives her a fruit drink. She smiles sheepishly and takes the drink and thanks her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand dad says it time we got to dinner. But zany refuses to move from the chair in which she had glued herself - which was in the middle of the hall. What if her favorite celebs come and go as she has dinner. Wont that be real bad! Grandad calls her again, this time a lil annoyed. So she reluctantly unglued herself and goes to the dining hall, only to find two more celebrities sitting just two seats away from her!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finishes dinner and then Grandad says - lets go to the stage!! yayyy! This was what she was waiting for. They fight the huge mass of crowd, and on way she trusts her camera to a volunteer, please click when we get on the stage she tells him pleadingly - while the crowd moves and she gets separated from her grandad and folks.They have stopped people from going up, and she frantically waves to her cousin - that she is down, and tells the volunteers, she is with them. They reluctantly let her go up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, she gets to stand one place next to the S'star. She is all excited and keeps looking at the S'star - and not at the couple, for whom the reception was kept. They click pictures, and she sees if that volunteer is taking pics in her cam. Once she is satisfied, that is done, she walks down the stage. Only to find she is visible only 1% in the photo clicked :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But notheless, it was an awesome experience and she keeps showing everyone that she was there. She took photo with the S'star! And that was whom she saw and not the bride and the groom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zany gets home and has a dream filled sleep with stars shining above her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: snapshots from the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/vidhinat/SoundaryaSReception?feat=directlink"&gt;event &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2650604649041928479?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2650604649041928479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2650604649041928479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2650604649041928479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2650604649041928479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/09/ooofff-i-just-came-back-from-gala.html' title='OOofff! I just came back from a gala reception.'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-1571151057936018704</id><published>2010-08-06T21:36:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:16:35.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Assh berry locked in, Roger is apart and I see a Jersey wearing Auto Driver!</title><content type='html'>It is a late morning. I get comfortable in my bed and yawn sleepily. It is 8 o clock and the birds are chirping in the window sill, but I feel as if I am on a pill. "Brrrrrr"Brrrr" My pillow shakes as if it is an earthquake. I open my eyes with a jerk and push my hand below the pillow to retrieve the phone. Thats how I get up every morning, to the sound of my 'AsshBerry'. I check the message with one open eye and get up in alarm as I look at the time. I then look around to see if mom is in sight and stealthily check my mail on the phone. Once that morning ritual is over, I groan and get myself out of bed, coz Gosh! it aint a sunday, but very much a work day! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go about doing my morning duties a little reluctantly and get bogged down in the process with the need to text one or the other. It is 10, and I have to be in office by 10. My colleague messages me - asking where I am? I message her saying I am on my way. I get Roger out and dump my bag and lunch in the dikki and close it with a shove. Then I realize I need my glasses to drive, if I dont want to become blind by driving in the sand and dust in the chennai roads which are permanently under maintenance, for reasons only known to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put the key in the lock and try to open it. Once, Twice, Thrice. Nope. Again, Once, Twice an Thrice. Nope. I call my mom. Nope. No hope at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take it to the service center. They try for an hour and it is 11. They pull out the lock but are unable to take the seat up. They tell me it will take half a day to get my things out. I shake my head wildly and tell them with high importance - "No, I have my phone inside, you have to GET IT OUT somehow now. This minute! My clients will call me, what will I do?" earning a look from mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just spread their hands out helplessly. I walk back home dejected, when my mom tells me- "Do you realize, your lunch is also inside?". I look at her and exclaim - "No, I completely forgot! What do I do now for lunch?". Mom says - "Come home". It is 11:30 already, and my lunch is at 1. I say all upset "Fine, just make sure I get my phone back by then". Mom remarks to that by saying she is really happy today, coz I am mobileless :( How mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get some cash and come to catch an Auto. The Auto driver wears a jersey and a half pant. He talks Tanglish and keeps singing 'Rest my soul'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Auto Driver (JAD) - "Where?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - (I tell him the place)&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "40 Rs"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "That is a one way"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "It is not that far"&lt;br /&gt;JAD "35 Rs"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No 30"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "The petrol prices are up"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "You can afford it"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Fine, come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Take the parallel road, incase this has traffic"&lt;br /&gt;JAD takes the parallel road and we end up in even more traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "See, this is why I dont come through these routes, see how inconvenient it is"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "you could have taken the next road even"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Is this fair? you already wont pay me what I asked you, and you tell me to go through a long route, why even via beach we can go. Ok, Anything you want. You are not concerned about us, all that you are worried is the need to reach the destination"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAD takes some shortcuts and is singing 'rest my soul' now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Which school?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - (I mumble some name)&lt;br /&gt;JAD - (He asks me another school's name)&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes, Yes"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "You stay here?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Where are you working?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "With auditors"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Oh CA, even my relative is studying CA, you have to work with these people before you can start your own firm right?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Yup"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "How did you study?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "At home"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Can I drop you in the signal before the crossing, coz it is one way after that?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Ok"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Good, you agree atleast to that"&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "You have a smiling face. Be the same. It is good to see a smiling face early in the morning. Dont change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I am getting confused about this hi tech auto driver why is he telling me all this crap, when the place I have to get down comes. He stops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAD - "Dont mind ok, that I did not drop you near your office. I have to pick my lunch for my daughter now"&lt;br /&gt;Me -Gives him the money.&lt;br /&gt;JAD - He takes it "Bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk back without turning around wondering what a weirdo JAD is and still thinking what is his qualification, and why is he driving an auto. With the english he knows, he can work in some call center pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to office at around 12:30 with a sorry face telling everyone how my phone is locked in. They console me saying it is ok. I then get my colleagues phone and message my team - "Phone locked in Dikki, contact me through this number" And, once that is sent - the calls keep pouring till 1 and mom also calls to say the phone and bag are back safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and the first thing I do is check the messages. Of course, there were no messages, coz I told them all I dont have the phone with me silly :p But I had to check, just in case. And it is a ritual I do every 5 minutes, while I spend the other four texting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom gave me a look and said she planned to hide my phone someday. :( And I think, just how technologically dependent we have become. I felt as if I did not have my right hand without my phone :\ Now that is food to thought for someone to have lived without a Cellphone until 2 years back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1571151057936018704?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1571151057936018704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=1571151057936018704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1571151057936018704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1571151057936018704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/08/assh-berry-locked-in-roger-is-apart-and.html' title='Assh berry locked in, Roger is apart and I see a Jersey wearing Auto Driver!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6268533569331137494</id><published>2010-05-08T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:33:45.560+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zany'/><title type='text'>When was the last time you acted like a Kid?</title><content type='html'>Ice cream never tasted better until it was dripping all over your chin. You never worried if you poured sauce all over your brand new white t shirt. Chocolate had to be licked from your sticky fingers :p The innocent excitement when you got your friend's number for the first time in those time of no mobile and called her up as soon as you got home. Sailing paper boats in dirty water just soon after the rain on the roads unmindful of people staring. Getting hyper and jumping up and down to greet your favorite teacher if you met her someplace other than school, that reminds me - the blind adoration you had for some of your teachers thinking they are never wrong.A paper and a set of color pencils can sometimes keep you busy for hours in your own little rosy world. Getting dirty from playing in the mud, without a care as to how messy you look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever stopped to think what we have lost in the process of becoming adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so careful of the image we portray. We look down on people who laugh with a full heart in a public place, thinking they are so country. We forget to smile every now and then. We memorize what spoons and what forks should be used first in a course of dinner while we dont even try to remember names of people.We wear masks and try to sugar coat people to get what we do want.We are even pushed sometimes to make friends with people we dont like just so they will be of use to us. We act fake and give a smile that never reaches our eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten to have fun anymore? Have we all turned into cynics running in this mad race to make fame and fortune? What after that? Does the mad race stop there? Are we happy at the end of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me remember the quote 'The best things in life are for free'. But do we take out the time to enjoy them?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6268533569331137494?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6268533569331137494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6268533569331137494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6268533569331137494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6268533569331137494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-was-last-time-you-acted-like-kid.html' title='When was the last time you acted like a Kid?'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5201527978556779498</id><published>2010-04-02T20:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:44:35.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What's your ass story?</title><content type='html'>Why do people call people an ass? I don’t know, and I don’t want to do a research either. But, I would like to say I am fascinated about the ass. That lazy yet hard working animal :p. (Yes I meant that ass and nothing else *wink* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint we all like the ass at some point of time, when we become so lazy and just want to doze off? I have never seen an ass in the heart of Chennai. I meant the real ass and not the other asses (I see a lot of the other asses almost every now and then ;) ), so I got so fascinated when I discovered a washer man near my office. Actually 2 washer men, who have on a total 4 Asses. 2 big ones and 2 small ones. 2 grey and 2 brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how my Ass story started, the first day I saw this big grey ass. It was standing and sleeping royally. It made me smile, that I kept looking at it when I was driving I did not notice the speed breaker that I bumped and flew :p. I was so fascinated, the whole day I kept telling people that there is an ass near office! Next day I saw 2 asses…now both grey, one big and one small. I was like wow! They doubled and wondered if they will double again tomorrow. And yet the next day I saw 4 Asses :DD. As I told you – they were Big Grey (BG), Big Brown (BB), small Grey (sG) and small Brown (sB) Asses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time I discovered these Asses, I keep checking them out everyday on way to office. All of a sudden they went missing one day that it got me so worried. I consoled myself that even though they are Asses and lazy ones at that maybe like every ass in the city they needed a holiday, so maybe they went to roam. And much to my delight I found them again at the same place the next day. As usual with the two small ones sleeping and the two big ones standing and sleeping with their eyes open. They looked different and refreshed, so maybe I was right – they did go on a holiday :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered that asses not only go on holidays they go to college too. Since they stay opposite a college, I saw the BG one standing in the college bus stop two days back, along with the students, though its book bag was conscious by its absence, one couldn’t deny it went to college looking at the way it was standing for the bus :p. This incident also helped me conclude that the asses were all male or at least this BG one which I saw first is male, coz the college is for guys :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday all the 4 asses were in their height of activity, which was surprising considering they are lazy always. The sB ass was sniffing a guy’s ass (so maybe that is female :p). The BB ass was trying to pull the sB one away from the guy. The BG one was rubbing its nose against the sG one’s back. Maybe it was a big day for all of them, coz never have I seen all 4 asses on their legs wide-awake :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow as long as they are happy I am happy, even if they belong to two competing washer men they still stand together and sleep. See how united these Asses are! Don’t we all have to learn something from these Asses, at least we should learn how to stand and sleep with our eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s my ass story and an on going one. People! You can contribute your ass stories too…Are they as interesting as mine, if they are I may even consider awarding those stories if I like it :D Coz, who will not want to read about asses and how people are asses sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s your ass story? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5201527978556779498?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5201527978556779498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5201527978556779498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5201527978556779498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5201527978556779498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-your-ass-story.html' title='What&apos;s your ass story?'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7569664195497782715</id><published>2010-04-01T21:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:00:31.370+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>A note to my Dear Friends!</title><content type='html'>You may be down and give everyone a frown. You may detest conversation, And everything around looks alien. You want to hide under quilts and covers, Not wanting to face the dawn and wear yet another mask. Every single minute may pass like an hour, and you keep counting for it to end.But just remember - Down at the Bottom of your phone book, Will be my name and number, (or just ping me) you wouldnt have called me in ages. But that doesnt mean I forget. Just give me a ring and I may make you sing.A cheery big Hug to shoot away all the bugs. I will help you to live back those wonderful days - one in which we had no care for the world. Yes, People might change as days and years pass. But getting back to old pals, can may you feel like a teenager again. All those masks you ought to wear just melts away and you can be YOU. As disgusting, Ugly, Annoying, Irritating, Crazy as you want to be. So dont forget, I am just a ping or a ring away. In case the line is busy - I am just talking to yet another friend or being annoyingly professionally busy, but still telepathy will work and I will get back to you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to all my lovely friends who still think I am immature and crazy as always even after being a professional! :p Coz according to them I never change! What will the world be if I change? Tell me seriously ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Loads of Lowe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: A post after a long time :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7569664195497782715?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7569664195497782715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7569664195497782715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7569664195497782715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7569664195497782715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/04/note-to-my-dear-friends.html' title='A note to my Dear Friends!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2407760269531702254</id><published>2010-02-14T21:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:34:02.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LaAs of Companeey!! #</title><content type='html'>An old Post that I dug out from my old blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;# the below is a piece of work ritten for pure fun and not to hurt anyone...these are results of endless boring sessions of company law classes in final yr of college!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/S3geT4hCsoI/AAAAAAAAJak/Uv8kwUKCzy4/s1600-h/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/S3geT4hCsoI/AAAAAAAAJak/Uv8kwUKCzy4/s320/diary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438129876987196034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Compaeeny laa ees a veeary&lt;br /&gt;Intrsteng subject, no….?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will staaart claash anshering attendance&lt;br /&gt;You willn leeaarn cashe laas by ASSbury!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where thaer ees aa confushun&lt;br /&gt;About altra wires and intraa vyers&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Isn’t eet the moost&lt;br /&gt;Intrsteng subject, no…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you can file a cashe in the koat&lt;br /&gt;There is nou confushun about vyers&lt;br /&gt;But only abouch the directars&lt;br /&gt;Of the companeey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nou..nou…eet ees abouch&lt;br /&gt;A chlash rep’s pooweers in caalege&lt;br /&gt;Deed you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Am I clear to aall of youu…&lt;br /&gt;Listening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh or nou….&lt;br /&gt;Follow me orr not…&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand in claash&lt;br /&gt;Youu cann get outch!&lt;br /&gt;Youu cann do everytheeng on yar own&lt;br /&gt;Doo articles, doo memoranduuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The aasshes that we are,&lt;br /&gt;Gawd will never forgive ush&lt;br /&gt;But believe us lord, we can’t&lt;br /&gt;Stop LAUGHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haad only honaastly accepth&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me eet’s your aabit&lt;br /&gt;You must reaalisee the seriousness&lt;br /&gt;But LAUGHING is onlee naturaaal&lt;br /&gt;And let mee summarisee it&lt;br /&gt;Compaaneey’s act cannot be chainged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Poer me that aftar 20 yeears&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep injecting you weeth injuction!&lt;br /&gt;Are you steel listening…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coursee….arent we learning&lt;br /&gt;About injections, syrengie, medicines and band aids&lt;br /&gt;In companeey laa….&lt;br /&gt;So do we haav to listen….?&lt;br /&gt;On checond thoughts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yesh we haav to listen&lt;br /&gt;For our internals are comeeenn&lt;br /&gt;So chwich aan your brains&lt;br /&gt;To the companeey doing laaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to ush….aal of youu&lt;br /&gt;3A1 studensh……&lt;br /&gt;Companeey laa clash is&lt;br /&gt;Veeary impotanch to&lt;br /&gt;Letch your creeativee brains&lt;br /&gt;Run free……..!!&lt;br /&gt;So lishen up everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Is it cleeear everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Thee yend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VidyAlice**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** the Bold italized lines were ritten by alice aka lilratty and the bold ones by me aka zanychild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a ProduCt of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/S3gedQbODBI/AAAAAAAAJas/-e3ESGaRpek/s1600-h/vid-ali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/S3gedQbODBI/AAAAAAAAJas/-e3ESGaRpek/s320/vid-ali2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438130038024047634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ambigram done by Gigster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits for Ambigram: Gigi (&lt;a href="http://thegonefishingbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lord Ripper the IInd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2407760269531702254?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2407760269531702254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2407760269531702254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2407760269531702254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2407760269531702254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/02/laas-of-companeey.html' title='LaAs of Companeey!! #'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/S3geT4hCsoI/AAAAAAAAJak/Uv8kwUKCzy4/s72-c/diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8680788104895065334</id><published>2010-02-12T21:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:39:44.975+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Inbetween tabs*..</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to drop in to see if the blog was still functioning! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be around soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Happy V - day to all those crazy people out there who make a big show of the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Came across the blog inbetween my window tabs..:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8680788104895065334?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8680788104895065334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8680788104895065334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8680788104895065334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8680788104895065334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/02/inbetween-tabs.html' title='Inbetween tabs*..'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-822577598856025578</id><published>2010-01-03T21:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:07:23.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Growing up!</title><content type='html'>We stand in the end. Totally clueless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look down at the last bit of rope in our hand, that helped us so far. We look back to find that we are standing at an alarming height. There is no way we can go back and grab hold of that rope in the bottom again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are left to our own devices. Do we chose to get struck here or move ahead.Depends on each of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People expect us to be mature all of a sudden. They expect us to take decisions that we weren't bothered so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are running in a wheel, getting back again and again to where we started. Trying to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden people talk some jargon that we don't understand. We look hither and tither and try to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect us to expend and still budget and save. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened all of a sudden. Our Student days are long over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No looking back or no going back. No longer is there a rigid system that measures our performance by marks. Here actual, real performance matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer memorizing matters. Its application that counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we cant apply what we learned, we aren't competent enough, nor are we ready for challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to be young, yet alert. Our minds are supposed to be sharp yet flexible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to know everything yet no nothing. We are supposed to be updated on all areas, coz concentrating on what you specialize isnt going to take you any further, Coz integration counts more today then differentition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it is all a part of growing up, till you finish growing up. And when you finish growing up, it is when you finish living life the way you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a confusing post - but then let it be, coz it is all a part of growing up :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-822577598856025578?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/822577598856025578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=822577598856025578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/822577598856025578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/822577598856025578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-3189186891113728266</id><published>2009-12-31T21:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:49:07.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Bring it on 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SzzO7RXx2DI/AAAAAAAAJXU/XUeFyvDDIOo/s1600-h/happy+new+year+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SzzO7RXx2DI/AAAAAAAAJXU/XUeFyvDDIOo/s320/happy+new+year+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421435569117976626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3189186891113728266?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3189186891113728266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=3189186891113728266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3189186891113728266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3189186891113728266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/12/bring-it-on-2010.html' title='Bring it on 2010!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SzzO7RXx2DI/AAAAAAAAJXU/XUeFyvDDIOo/s72-c/happy+new+year+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5452375721246529225</id><published>2009-12-28T21:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:50:11.318+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Another page to be leafed over.</title><content type='html'>Another year passes by. And here goes my checklist amd my very own tag. Just delete my answers and fill em up with yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1:Are you better than where you were when the year started?  &lt;br /&gt;A:Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2:Did you get a notch up on the ladder of wisdom? &lt;br /&gt;A:Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3:Did you laugh more till you cried or cried more till you laughed? &lt;br /&gt;A:Equally, coz one doesnt exist without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4:Did you meet new people?&lt;br /&gt;A:Yes, loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5:Did your friend list swell a little? &lt;br /&gt;A:Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6:Did you have to let go of people?&lt;br /&gt;A:Yes, I had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7:Did that hurt you a lot? &lt;br /&gt;A:Yeah, initially, but I learnt a lot from that :) If someone can hurt you so much and not be affected a bit by it, then they arent worth agonizing over. You deserve much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8:Did you have to put up a false smile and bear things with a grudge? &lt;br /&gt;A: Occasionally, you get yourself in such positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9:Did you have to act happy when you hurt inside? &lt;br /&gt;A:Well, I donno. If I am hurt, I show I am hurt. If I am happy, you needn't ask - even the iron guy next street will probably know I am happy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10:Did you achieve something great this year? &lt;br /&gt;A:Yeah, I became a qualified Cost and Management Accountant :D and I earned my first big buck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11:Do you regret anything you did this year? &lt;br /&gt;A:yeah, somethings but it doesnt matter anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Did you fall in and out of love, necessarily not in that order? :p &lt;br /&gt;A:Hmmmm, I think so...am not yet sure *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12:Did you grow? &lt;br /&gt;A:Mentally or physically? :p, okies, yeah I did grow up a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13:Was this one of your best years?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely, one of my coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14:Did you learn something new?&lt;br /&gt;A: We learn everyday, every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15:What was the most memorable in this year?&lt;br /&gt;A: Loads, - I am qualified as a professional. I started my career out of the blue. One year where I was at home for the most part of it and loved every minute of it.My first trip out of the country, and catching malaria on the way back :p, and yeah my first cell phone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16:Would have done anything differently this year if given a chance?&lt;br /&gt;A: *Thinking*, nah - I guess the year was good. One of the best. I wouldnt change anything. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17:Did you travel a lot this year?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, I traveled a bit more than I usually do and visited new places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18:Will you mark this year as one filled with fond memories or bitter ones?&lt;br /&gt;A: For sure fond memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging &lt;a href="http://supershanki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gils&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://freakodeeps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deeps&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://scriptedinsanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;CRd&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://pravagam.blogspot.com/"&gt;G3&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marutham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://thegonefishingbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gigster&lt;/a&gt;, and anyone who wants to write the tag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5452375721246529225?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5452375721246529225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5452375721246529225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5452375721246529225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5452375721246529225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-page-to-be-leafed-over.html' title='Another page to be leafed over.'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5707241967236383843</id><published>2009-12-26T19:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:42:42.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Life ho! Out of Control ??!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope All Izz Well :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post says it was on Sept 7th!! Too much of neglecting the blog it might end up like a bad rotten apple with a worm in it the size of my longest finger, which isnt very long unfortunately *Smiles at that thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, so hope all is well in the blog world and do please excuse me if i go on rant with lyrics from 3 Idiots :p My latest addition to my list of obsessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update is required every now and then in everything, be it people, things, business or anything. Where was/were I/it/they? and Where am/are I/it/they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, a big update on my part! The change from the zany kid who was stubborn she wouldnt enter an office and spend her time dozing before the computer screen from 9 to 5 to a bit mature (:p) zany child who is working a 10 to 7 job and at times wonders if she can have more than 9 hours to work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree, I did not like what I was doing the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day - I was lost, I wanted to run away immediately&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - I was getting better&lt;br /&gt;1st week - I still had that lost look&lt;br /&gt;2- 3 rd week - I was working on it&lt;br /&gt;4 - 5th week - Started falling in love with what I was doing, couldnt wait to complete it, that I started delivering outputs for a week in a day and ended with no work for 4 days :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness! I only hope it continues *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colleagues are fun, got settled, even started cracking office jokes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains my neglect! Ok, even if I wasnt working, i would still be neglecting thy blog, coz I went out of ideas to blog. But now, I am up to the brim of the cup with hot chocolate liquid that needs to be spilled all over and be left with dark brown stains. *slurp* long time no hot or cold chocolate! - Dieting you see. I know! I know!,I 'I' - Following some rules in my life? - surprising, maybe that's why chennai has indefinite rains *winks again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even have time to catch movies! I wanna grow up once again! *effects of song playing on the media player, to be filtered when read :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I going? Is this what I want? I dont know. At present, this moment, I love what I do, except I miss all those lazy days where I had nothing to do. I'll get up in the morning and come online. Go have breakfast, and then take bath :p then once again come online and the day goes on. Had so much of time back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I get up - hurriedly check mail, take bath and rush to office. Get back home at 7, have dinner, come online and go to bed. I have to cramp up all that I wanna do in the weekend, and that too i get only 2 full weekends as I work 2 Saturdays :( And all my friends say - Join the club :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time flies, it flew and its gonna be 2 months since I started my career. Ah! I wouldn't have accepted it if anyone had told me so 3 months back. But then life never happens the way we plan. Does it? Not so in my case, Lot of things*winks* has happened in my life, which I wouldn't have fathomed will happen if you had asked me earlier. Thats what adds spice to life doesn't it. Those small bits of turning surprises you encounter on the way you grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just make me wish how I would do it all differently if given another chance, well yes i can keep living differently if given as many chances one wants till the ways to live gets exhausted. Awww, this is one long sentence, that needs to be braked immediately according to my MD. To him, short and curt (yeah not sweet) get the matter across, not lengthy flowery dialogues. And he thinks I am delivering it. Yes, seriously me! Who loves to write on and on about a topic. Who i remember just with a couple of points, wrote two whole pages of an answer and got it acknowledged as the best answer :p *I can still smell the smoke from around my class mates at that time - which was a long long ago time:p* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont get it, I dont do anything *wink* And in the end of the day they say I am one of the best students or employee (now). :p Maybe thats what the underlying idea is. Under deliver your promises and Over Achieve them - said some one, whom I dont remember now. But one great advice that was for consultants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted now. And something tells me I will blog again tomorrow. But then tomorrow is a distant dream till it dawns. It is now and this moment that matters. You live each moment without an ounce of regret, your day is made. And the same way you can make each day and have your fairy tale book ending :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life Ho! Out of Control! - Live it out of control - you can grab back your control when you are ready. A strict rule book life - Not anyone's cup of tea. A lil out of the book, a lil adventure, a lil living it up, a lil wildness - without all these lil things, you can never say you live life. You are just a walking corpse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this new year! Lets all live a little. It is you who live your life, not your dad, not your mom, not your relatives, not your friends, not your neighbors and necessarily not your dog! In the end of the day, you have a life to live like every other living thing in this planet! - I learnt that this year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the year end brings fond memories and the new year new hopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5707241967236383843?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5707241967236383843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5707241967236383843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5707241967236383843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5707241967236383843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-ho-out-of-control.html' title='Life ho! Out of Control ??!!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-1804128281887797693</id><published>2009-09-07T21:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:18:44.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FYI *wink*</title><content type='html'>I dont know what to write!&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to write!&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I aint writing an imposition :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt like writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dint know what to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But had to write....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like me eh? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you arent lost, and yes this is the star zany blog :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just that I feel so damn light these days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nah it isnt coz I am gymming :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just feels light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light like a feather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like cotton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like light itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awww....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else is light?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;it is just LIGgghhhtttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, there I wrote something, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to know my efforts in breaking up what to write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I came up with, A very bad piece of poetry...this is how it goes..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;There you see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admist the crowded street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see her smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is twinkle in her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wildly moody&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;peacefully happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes her smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sparks that twinkle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not at you&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad...isnt it? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to start up reading stuff and polish the rust of my writing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I wanted to write, so I wrote. Period. It is my blog to do as I please. So I am just asking you people to be nice and keep the tongues from wagging. Now why did I say that? Ah, yes I saw this cute puppy that day. But I cant take it home, you see...they involve big responsibility and actually messy....so thats not me!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you people still with me on this blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, I really appreciate your patience :D I have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chalo, get off the blog, or else you might get blog bites.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all have only one life to live..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even I have only one life to live!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww...Thats so bad! Can we do something like horocruxes. I love my life :p Bad joke eh. Told ya, I am struck in second gear, so save your saneness and be off here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what was FYI? nothing *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zanychild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving people insane as always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;zANy CHild&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1804128281887797693?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1804128281887797693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Zap - there is a power cut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the verge of completing your project on your system. The system zoinks out, and if you reboot, you find that all your project is missing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are waiting for an all important phone call, only then your phone goes dead, and wails for its funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have downloaded half the movie, and seen it to, while the other half never downloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an important evening out, and only then you realize your favorite dress is stained by some unusual stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the interview, for which you have been preparing so long, only to blink blank at the interviewer on the D - day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have prepared real well for an exam, but a lil arithmetic mistake, makes you turn in an incomplete paper, coz you dint realize what went wrong, until the end of the hour to figure out you have written 3 plus 3 is 9 instead of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very bored to insanity, and want to listen to music, only when you realize you haven't charged your ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan a whole day out with friends, only to cancel it coz you need to attend a important family function which you knew only 10 minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be at a so and so place real soon, only to realize the scooty of yours have zero petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are already late to a place, and only then the traffic on the roads is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did awesome in your exams, the examiner wasnt awesome - and he/she ends up flunking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, shit happens all the time. And specifically at the wrong time. No one is spared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am  irritated, that this shit of a post happened. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-9182685500348614192?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/9182685500348614192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=9182685500348614192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/9182685500348614192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/9182685500348614192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/08/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7535689368220113173</id><published>2009-08-03T11:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:55:21.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roger'/><title type='text'>Trespasing Rodents will be prosecuted!!</title><content type='html'>I am in such a rage! Ok, Don't laugh..I can work up a rage when I want to. I am not always that funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww.....There was trespassing on my property, which will not go unheeded. So here I send my entreaty to the rat kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One or more of your people has been involved in atrocious behavior and should definitely be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His/her (I don't know if it is a he or she)/their charge is they slipped into my scooty seat box (Oh! poor Roger!) and impishly I guess played "who - nibbles - fast" with my white dupattah and much worse my registration certificate photocopies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basic infringement of rights of my scooty, poor thing which was standing in the shade after a long drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hole right in the middle of my R/C photocopies, not one but 2, and 2 more even more bigger holes in my dupattah. And moreover, I don't have my original R/C *shaking head left and right* Shiva - shiva, Is there no justice in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you rats govern your kind properly, Don't you rodents have laws? How uncouth on your part? What harm did my Roger do to you?,that you had to target him. Arent innocent victims to be justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand the wrongdoers to be immediately punished, either by locking them up or deporting them! Because their crimes becomes two fold, coz now I am struck with the scooty which cant be sold now without the original R/C book, and I was managing so far with the photo copy of it, and now that too is damaged beyond repair. Now what will I do if that police uncle at the chola signal, who always stops me for speeding through red, ask me where my R/C book is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - Now I get an idea, why don't you rats find the culprit/s of this very bad act and give him/her/them to me, I will neatly put him/her/them in a locked box, and when that favorite police uncle of mine asks for the complete R/C book, I can point it out to your little rodents - and say one half of it is inside him/her/them :P yeah I guess that would be a good enough punishment for this misdemeanor, and I can get to keep the torturer/s and become the torturer in turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, moreover the crime is again doubled, coz it was done on a Sunday! Sunday is international holiday for all things, or did not you rodents know? Sunday is Funday - not bad doing day! If it had happened on a Monday, I wouldn't be so raged, coz Monday comes, the blues of Monday come too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, due to that, I also demand along with handing me the culprit/s, I should also be regularly supplied with dupattahs for them to nibble upon, coz I am not going to provide them with mine. I even suggest that you can flick the dupattahs from my next door neighbor who has more of it than required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prosecution should happen now, coz everyone knows I am impatient, so if it doesn't happen soon, hell ensues. Coz I protect what is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiring immediate action&lt;br /&gt;zanychild&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7535689368220113173?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7535689368220113173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7535689368220113173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7535689368220113173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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believe&lt;br&gt;I do not know whom to turn to&lt;br&gt;But, When it is all over&lt;br&gt;Will you still be around?&lt;br&gt;Will I be the same?&lt;br&gt;Yes, I act crazy&lt;br&gt;Yes, I act touchy&lt;br&gt;And even more edgy&lt;br&gt;But I am still me&lt;br&gt;I never change&lt;br&gt;Like some people out there do&lt;br&gt;Attitudes change&lt;br&gt;Tempers flare&lt;br&gt;But by the end of the day&lt;br&gt;I am back to my senses again&lt;br&gt;And I wont hesitate to plead&lt;br&gt;Coz, it was just another rough day&lt;br&gt;And not to be taken to heart&lt;br&gt;People may say, that will make me weak&lt;br&gt;But I say, that makes me strong&lt;br&gt;Ego and Pride&lt;br&gt;Never goes a long way&lt;br&gt;And that way is never happy always&lt;br&gt;Heart burns and aches&lt;br&gt;Carrying it till the end of day&lt;br&gt;Will only make it worse&lt;br&gt;When we cant just talk it out&lt;br&gt;And apologize or forgive&lt;br&gt;There is nothing wrong&lt;br&gt;With the word &amp;#39;Sorry&amp;#39; or &amp;#39;Please&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;It wont kill you&lt;br&gt;Or lessen your life span&lt;br&gt;Much better&lt;br&gt;It will only make you strong&lt;br&gt;What begins well will end well&lt;br&gt;Every start has a stop&lt;br&gt;And it is just another vicious cycle&lt;br&gt;So as long as it lasts&lt;br&gt;Make it good&lt;br&gt;And make merry!&lt;p&gt;zANy CHild&lt;p&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8531794630076607288?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8531794630076607288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8531794630076607288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Get your booty down here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d54417a4d6a63324d7a633d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox invite: All who dare are invited" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d54417a4d6a63324d7a633d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own invite - Powered by Smilebox" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6884876453185069854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6884876453185069854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-your-booty-down-here.html' title='Get your booty down here!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6169427659056265501</id><published>2009-07-06T12:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:16:27.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roger'/><title type='text'>Roger Federer Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-95.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970210122645&amp;amp;site=widget-95.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970210122645&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p1/360287970210122645/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970210122645&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p2/360287970210122645/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970210122645&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p4/360287970210122645/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant say anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, It wasnt easy, and he wasnt in his best form. He was almost desperate to find a way to break Roddick's serve, when Roddick broke his game twice. But He did in the end, only he could do it. And he stands tall with his 15 grand slam titles by winning in the most crazy grand slam final yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Aces! Oh my! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wasnt his day, when I saw Roddick play! But indeed, he was the chosen one in the end, one had to be winner and he is the winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the longest final match. With Sampras there to see his record broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried to hold him of Pete" - Roddick. He had the power to break Federer! It was scary for a moment, that he is going to lose yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Federer captured a record 15th Grand Slam title by winning Wimbledon on Sunday. This is how he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First title: Becomes first Swiss man to win a Grand Slam title after beating Mark Philippoussis 7-6 6-2 7-6 in the Wimbledon final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second title: Wins Australian Open by defeating unseeded Russian Marat Safin 7-6 6-4 6-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third title: Retains Wimbledon title by taming big-serving American second seed Andy Roddick 4-6 7-5 7-6 6-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth title: Wins US Open final by thumping Australian fourth seed Lleyton Hewitt 6-0 7-6 6-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth title: Completes a hat-trick of Wimbledon triumphs with a 6-2 7-6 6-4 over second seed Roddick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth title: Defends US Open title with a 6-3 2-6 7-6 6-1 victory over sentimental American favourite Andre Agassi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh title: Defeats unseeded Cypriot Marcos Baghdatis 5-7 7-5 6-0 6-2 in Australian Open final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth title: Keeps up winning streak at Wimbledon by thwarting Rafael Nadal 6-0 7-6 6-7 6-3 in showpiece match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth title: Downs Roddick 6-2 4-6 7-5 6-1 to clinch US Open crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th title: Wins Australian Open with a 7-6 6-4 6-4 masterclass over Chilean 10th seed Fernando Gonzalez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th title: Becomes only the second man in professional tennis, after Bjorn Borg, to win five in a row at Wimbledon with a 7-6 4-6 7-6 2-6 6-2 success over Nadal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th title: Beats Serbia's Novak Djokovic 7-6 7-6 6-4 to capture US Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th title: Demolishes Britain's Andy Murray 6-2 7-5 6-2 to win fifth consecutive title at US Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th title: Emulates Pete Sampras by winning a record-equalling 14th Grand Slam title after beating Sweden's Robin Soderling 6-1 7-6 6-4 at Roland Garros, his first French Open success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th title: Breaks Sampras's record with a 15th Grand Slam win in the Wimbledon final against American Andy Roddick 5-7 7-6(6) 7-6(5) 3-6 16-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I am so damn Happy now! It wasnt simply I named my scooty 'Roger' *wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6169427659056265501?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6169427659056265501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6169427659056265501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6169427659056265501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6169427659056265501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/07/roger-federer-express.html' title='Roger Federer Express'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-4412815966892620521</id><published>2009-07-05T10:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:40:17.730+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impatience'/><title type='text'>I m patience :p</title><content type='html'>Impatience was walking with just one shoe? Why? Coz he did not have the patience to find the lost shoe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient to go to sleep at night, Impatient to get up in the morning, Impatient to get his morning duties done, Impatient for the day to happen, then impatient for the day to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient to know the results, Impatient for the week to end, then the month to end. Impatient to write this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatientence runs like a mad monster in me. It may be a he or a she monster, and I am impatient to find out :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient was born with me from the time I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want things to happen, to happen NOW, this minute, coz I cant wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it is really difficult to live like that, but then that's how I am and well I lose my patience then stomp my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impatient now to finish this post. I am impatient enough to see it get published and impatient to see the comments flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could you people do me a favor and count the no. of times I mention the word impatient, coz I am impatient to sit and do it myself :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-4412815966892620521?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/4412815966892620521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=4412815966892620521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4412815966892620521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4412815966892620521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-m-patience-p.html' title='I m patience :p'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6739325807035602134</id><published>2009-06-27T10:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:21:54.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Random Musings of nothing in particular</title><content type='html'>It has been a while, well not a while - seems like an eternity since I was active in the blog. Sorry people for the neglect. My life was filled with activities that I could not spend enough time here. Well, now that I seem to have some bit of a free time at hand, maybe it is time I started over :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, in my last post - I promised I will write about 'Frozen Thoughts' . As usual, me being me, I mucked up. No prizes for guessing that :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads happening around, that I cant seem to be able to catch everything up at a time. In one end - My Fav Roger Fedrer is on a winning streak, and win Wimbledon, He will make yet another record. On the other end MJ died - May his soul R.I.P. The world cries for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still in another end, am I. On the brink of just completing my exams, and if luck is by my side, I will officially be a Cost Accountant in 2 months time :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things so far are really good. I have never been better I guess. Yes, Life does have its lows at times, but off late - it has gone down, and glad am I for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just begun to realize, Life is what you make out of it, not the other way round. Life doesn't dictate you. You do. We are gonna be here for what, like a max of 80 to the extreme 100 years (If blessed with amazing health in this gen) And 20 of those have already been lost for me :(. It is too short a span to live. So why live it with a hate, grudge, regret. In the end - it all amounts to nothing, but a sad story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ok not today, for quite sometime. I have decided. If I want to do something, and it doesn't prick my heart. I might as well do it then regret of thinking what might have come out of it If I had done it. If it flops, well and good. It is just another path to be crossed, I will be happy that I at least gave it a try. If it adds  value to me and my life. Nothing could be much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, it is good, to let go. Just be us, be wild. All those rules and principles that we confine, can be forgotten for some time. In the end, the question is - Are you happy with your life so far? And if it is not positive. It is high time steps are taken to remedy it. It is you who can make your life happy, not anyone else. It is the way you look at things. It is the way you perceive things. If you see through them with a veil, life is never gonna be good. Appreciate people and things for what they are. Never judge them (Ok, I should not be saying this, as I am the most opinionated person around, But I am starting to change) Never judge a book by a cover, it is always just a cover and not the real thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little as we go up in Life&lt;br /&gt;What is it we have to thrive&lt;br /&gt;What is it we have to drive&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the ride of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human who cant laugh at little things in life is no better than a demon. So people, laugh with no regrets, what worse could happen? Even if it all goes bad, think of how to get over it with a smile. The small curve of the lips, the sound of a deep laughter can do wonderful changes to you and everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough is enough. I wanted to write something, and ended with something. Again nothing unusual knowing me :p Be happy, and laugh loud. And now it is time for me to visit TD's blog to have an extra laugh :p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6739325807035602134?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6739325807035602134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6739325807035602134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6739325807035602134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6739325807035602134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-musings-of-nothing-in-particular.html' title='Random Musings of nothing in particular'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6668943185772971595</id><published>2009-05-02T18:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:15:35.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Frozen thoughts to House Calls</title><content type='html'>During one of mom&amp;#39;s occasional visits to the Ortho, I had the opportunity to accompany her. I like visiting health clinics as long as I aint the patient :P On one such visit I came across this magazine called &amp;#39;House Calls&amp;#39; It is a bi - monthly magazine from the  Dr. Reddy&amp;#39;s group. As usual being bored waiting, I flipped through the magazine and came across an interesting column called the &amp;#39;Doctor&amp;#39;s Diary&amp;#39; Well it being a diary, it was written by an anonymous doctor. From what I could understand, each edition the Doctor&amp;#39;s will give life to their humor and write this column, and it is a different Doctor each time, coz they were ok with giving the city from which the doctor hails. Like for example &amp;#39; This Delhi Doctor&amp;#39; :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This column was titled &amp;#39;Tete - a tete in Tea rooms&amp;#39;. It started with this write up .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor&amp;#39;s are but human, even if patients like to put them in a pedestal along with their favorite gods. They need breaks from these nerve-racking surgeries and even more nerve - wrecking relatives who badger them with questions, to take refuge in one of the cafeterias which all hospitals have these days. A doctor ruminates what goes on in these tea rooms....&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words cafeteria and tea rooms, made me want to read the article, coz well that is where rumors fly, So I proceeded to read the rumination by the doctor. He went on to explain how tea rooms were there earlier and how modernized they have changed now. Well that wasnt the point he was trying to drive home, What actually drove him to write the column is how workaholic the Doctors are that, they dont even spare their tea breaks and discuss patients much to the disgust of the on lookers around the cafeteria, coz that is how explanatory they were in describing each and every internal organ of the patients that they worked on. Some snippets from the column which I couldnt resist to share with you people :P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They went something like this.....&amp;quot; The tumor was atleast a kilo in weight and fungating, smeared with blood, and the peritoneum was full of thick yellowish green puss.&amp;quot; The other voice countered with, &amp;quot;Bet it was not as bad as last night&amp;#39;s ruptured kidney that burst like an overripe fruit, a gooey red mess&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this conversation over watering aromas of food from the cafeteria, that most other people sitting next to these doctors just almost gagged on their food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point to drive home was not how graphically describing Doctor&amp;#39;s can be, it is that these Doctor&amp;#39;s are not lacking in humor, they do get their share of the funny bone in most bizziare situations&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a couple of interesting facts I learnt from the magazine. There was a lot of history and facts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One was about the origin of food It was written with the help from this book called &amp;#39;The Story of Food&amp;#39; By Dr. Achaya. Vegetarianism wasnt practiced first, Even Bhramins ate meat, They ate what was called the pure meat, that which is sacrificed. While Vegetarianism came in, only when there was a revulsion towards eating Beef. Dog was not eaten, expect under dire circumstances when it was allowed under the rule of Appad Dharma which says &amp;quot;Life is more important than customs and rules&amp;quot; So the next time, if anyone tells you it is a sin to eat non vegetarian food, Do argue that once everyone was a non vegetarian, it was only some revulsion to some kinds of meat that gave vegetarianism into existence :P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the next thing I read about was &amp;quot;Relationships&amp;quot; How could a doctor&amp;#39;s magazine be complete without this topic :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This article was titled &amp;#39;Plato&amp;#39;s Blessing&amp;#39;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word Platonic relationship came into existence due to Plato. He is rumored to have had many non sexual relationships with several women during his life time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet there was another that was the last dash of mint to add more spice, There was this article where it is written that Indians werent always fully clothed, The long skirts and modest clothes were brought along with the British invasion, and there came the Victorian maiden and the style of covering oneself fully from neck to toes by full gowns and dresses. Well, in the end this is the land of kama sutra and hushing it up is of no use. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I thought I will continue with some quotes from &amp;#39;Frozen thoughts&amp;#39; But then time is running, so should I. So check out my next blog post on thoughts that ought to be frozen forever, Well That will be inspiring and motivating if I have managed to make your mouth hang open from the above post :P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zANy CHild&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving people Insane as always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6668943185772971595?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6668943185772971595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6668943185772971595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6668943185772971595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6668943185772971595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/05/frozen-thoughts-to-house-calls.html' title='Frozen thoughts to House Calls'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6368437369299235689</id><published>2009-04-19T20:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:22:42.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>50 Random things about me!</title><content type='html'>There was this application in FB which I added, and though I would&lt;br&gt;blog it. People are welcome to blog similar stuff in their blogs :)&lt;p&gt;1:I love just to sit simply staring at my comp :P Okies that was lame!&lt;br&gt;Well I live for chocolates, I lead such a sinful life I tell ya :P&lt;p&gt;2: I was once a avid blogger, then an occasional blogger and now a&lt;br&gt;rare blogger. I write under the name &amp;#39;Zanychild&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;3:If anything is mine, it remains mine forever :P&lt;p&gt;4:If there is a popular networking site, you can find me there :P&lt;p&gt;5:I have tons and tons of bangles and quite an amount of earrings to&lt;br&gt;match all my clothes :P&lt;p&gt;6:I love to wear floaters ;), and I usually hate to shop!&lt;p&gt;7:I name every inanimate object around me, My comp is called - crappy,&lt;br&gt;my Ipod - Ragz, My scooty pep- Roger, my Fone - Spooky, My telly - BT&lt;br&gt;(Blue tubby) :P&lt;p&gt;8:I used to write &amp;quot;Not for Kids&amp;quot; poems in my laa clash along with my&lt;br&gt;counterpart alice (Now don&amp;#39;t you get ideas, we write serious stuff,&lt;br&gt;not suitable for kids :P)&lt;p&gt;9:I usually forget all my friends birthday, unless it comes on my mail alert ;)&lt;p&gt;10:I give them cards on their birthday, which was actually supposed to&lt;br&gt;be given on their previous birthday (they will get the card for this&lt;br&gt;year next year :P)&lt;p&gt;11:I advertise my blogs in all modes possible, the first thing I tell&lt;br&gt;a person, when I meet them is &amp;#39;check my blog&amp;#39;, So guys check my blog&lt;br&gt;right now!www.thestarmeandstarstruc &lt;a href="http://k.blogspot.com"&gt;k.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;12:I love to click pics of anything that catches my fancy! keychains,&lt;br&gt;table, books, anything, You name it I would have clicked it :)&lt;p&gt;13:I hate people who talk behind my back&lt;p&gt;14:I always day dream in my classes, I live in my own lil world&lt;br&gt;located in far far away land :P&lt;p&gt;15:I love the rain, Love to drive in the rain and get horribly wet and&lt;br&gt;then go for an ice cream dripping wet.&lt;p&gt;16:I love the moon, It always fascinates me. I usually like the dark&lt;br&gt;then the bright sun ;)&lt;p&gt;17:I do a lot of LOLing while Iming!&lt;p&gt;18:I have a real long black raincoat and if I wear it, you cant find me anywhere&lt;p&gt;19:Most of the time, If you cant find me, check out the nearest Food&lt;br&gt;Court, I love trying new cuisines and experimenting new eat outs, even&lt;br&gt;though they burn a hole in the pocket (warning: dont ever go to Little&lt;br&gt;Italy, The food is good, but the place is so damn expensive and filled&lt;br&gt;with cockroaches), and If I talk, I dont eat, If I eat, I cant talk.&lt;br&gt;and well that makes me a slow eater among my friends!&lt;p&gt;20:I always stand with my legs crossed :P&lt;p&gt;21:I have a terrible handwriting like that of a 3rd std kid, God only&lt;br&gt;knows how the evaluator understands what I write :P&lt;p&gt;22:I finish problems even before the Prof goes near the black board to&lt;br&gt;start solving it, much to the chagrin of my friends, and you can find&lt;br&gt;me saying the Prof is wrong, this isnt the solution and I will end up&lt;br&gt;scratching the whole page where I have solved correctly, as it wont be&lt;br&gt;accepted coz the prof does it a different way :P&lt;p&gt;23:I am not what you think I am - I keep things to myself and people&lt;br&gt;who read mind may test their skills on me :P, And my friends say I can&lt;br&gt;hardly keep a secret to myself, if It is mine or the others, But then&lt;br&gt;I can, You know, When I want to, I do keep them :P&lt;p&gt;24:People have never seen me cramming before an exam eve, and I will&lt;br&gt;spoil their last minute preparations too with my smug smile as though&lt;br&gt;I have done enough! and they too should follow suit, and moreover I&lt;br&gt;will be the first person mostly to walk out of the exam hall ;P&lt;p&gt;25:You can find me in all you FB alerts taking up all these&lt;br&gt;applications and more, FB creates them for people like Me :P&lt;p&gt;26:WOW, Thts 25 random stuff about me :D and FB allows more eh! Well&lt;br&gt;as FB is allowing more, lemme write some more :)&lt;p&gt;27:I have small feet :(&lt;p&gt;28:I will plan months in advance to study for my CWA exams and end up&lt;br&gt;doing so in the day before the exam.&lt;p&gt;29:I never had a cell when I was in college, But the net was more than&lt;br&gt;enough for me to keep in touch back then, anything to be googled, I&lt;br&gt;will get a call to do so :)&lt;p&gt;30:I hate the new FB homepage, Orkut is at times trying to ape FB&lt;p&gt;31:I get real mad when people park their bikes in front of my gate!&lt;p&gt;32:I love using photoshop, and creating cards&lt;p&gt;33:I am obsessed with the word Zany! And use a lot of smileys possible&lt;br&gt;when in chat, :P&lt;p&gt;34:I hate it when people spell my name with a &amp;#39;H&amp;#39; :ox&lt;p&gt;35:I will plot a big plan only for it to flop in the last minute!! :P&lt;p&gt;36:I am a very rude, when you ask me doubts, and you dont get it the&lt;br&gt;first time I explain it. :P&lt;p&gt;37:Everybody thinks I am a good writer!&lt;p&gt;38:I hate to get up early in the morning! I have never seen a sunrise&lt;br&gt;in my life so far, coz I will be happy sleeping!&lt;p&gt;39:I just love Tea! Tea at anytime is so good!&lt;p&gt;40:I am confused of the existence of God, I think it is only what you&lt;br&gt;do matters, and god will not help you in trouble if it is of your own&lt;br&gt;making.&lt;p&gt;41:I used to read a lot, I mean LOT of Mills and Boons, stopped them&lt;br&gt;now, for I dont know what reason :P&lt;p&gt;42:I have been trying to figure out my purpose in life *wink* So far,&lt;br&gt;I figured, simple things make me happy :P&lt;p&gt;43:I repeat to myself everyday, The day is yours to do as you wish,&lt;br&gt;dont care what people think, But I seldom follow it.&lt;p&gt;44:I find it scary when my relatives look to me and say &amp;quot;There comes&lt;br&gt;Vidya, she is so damn intelligent&amp;quot; :P&lt;p&gt;45:I love my Scooty - Roger, He and me have gone through a lot of&lt;br&gt;accidents in life, He always ends up in my service center at least&lt;br&gt;once a month to get his fractures straightened :P&lt;p&gt;46:An ideal end for a day will be, my Ac on full blast, and a nice&lt;br&gt;movie on the tube and me relaxing on my messy bed :P&lt;p&gt;47:I never interact much on a first meeting, It is exclusively&lt;br&gt;reserved for observation on the person in question :P&lt;p&gt;48:When some one says &amp;quot;dont look back&amp;quot; I will be the first person to look back!&lt;p&gt;49:I almost have a crush on 90 percent of the guys I know not&lt;br&gt;including my brother and my cousins :P&lt;p&gt;50:I always put in double effort, see I have written 50 instead of 25&lt;br&gt;random things about me, and I though at the start &amp;#39;Is there 25 random&lt;br&gt;things to write about me?&amp;#39; :P&lt;p&gt;Driving people Insane as always.&lt;br&gt;Zanychild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6368437369299235689?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6368437369299235689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6368437369299235689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6368437369299235689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6368437369299235689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-random-things-about-me.html' title='50 Random things about me!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7078554745285700919</id><published>2009-03-20T10:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:57:02.954+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Cup Of Life</title><content type='html'>How it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, IPOD etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;b. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;c. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;d. Tag friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone asks you, "are you okay" you say:&lt;br /&gt;"Boulevard of broken dreams" - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;"Aicha"- Outlandish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl ?&lt;br /&gt;"The Real Slim Shady" - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today ?&lt;br /&gt;"Oops I did it again" - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose ?&lt;br /&gt;"To the Moon and Back" - Savage garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your motto ?&lt;br /&gt;"(You drive me)Crazy" - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you ?&lt;br /&gt;"Someone's watching over me" - Hilary Duff - Wow thats so cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do your parents think of you ?&lt;br /&gt;"Chained to you" - Savage Garden - Haha! true true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think of often ?&lt;br /&gt;"So yesterday" - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;"On my shoulder" - West life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend ?&lt;br /&gt;"Addicted" - Enrique Iglesias :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your life story ?&lt;br /&gt;"Break me, Shake me" - Savage Garden :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up ?&lt;br /&gt;"Turn the page" - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think when you see the person you like ?&lt;br /&gt;"Affirmation" - Savage garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will you dance to at your wedding ?&lt;br /&gt;"She is all ever had" - Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will they play at your funeral ?&lt;br /&gt;"The animal Song" - Savage Garden -ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your hobby/interest ?&lt;br /&gt;"What dreams are made of" - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your biggest fear ?&lt;br /&gt;"Cleaning out my closet" - Eminem - Lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest secret ?&lt;br /&gt;"Roamer" - Enrique Iglesias - *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you want right now ?&lt;br /&gt;"I want you" - Savage Garden. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends ?&lt;br /&gt;"Truly Madly Deeply" - Savage Garden, awwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When you want to rush to the toilet, what do you think ?&lt;br /&gt;"Carry on dancing" - Savage Garden, Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The person you hate the most is in front of you, what will you tell the person ?&lt;br /&gt;""Kiss me" - SixPence, Lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You have just won a lottery. What will you sing ?&lt;br /&gt;"Smack That" - Akon, Eminem, :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;"The Cup Of life" - Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging &lt;a href="http://supershanki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gils&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bskonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;BSK&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.brutescolumn.com/"&gt;Brute&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marutham&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adimishra.blogspot.com/"&gt;C-lay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.twisted-dna.com/"&gt;TD&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nxgmobz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karthik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://honeythatslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vijay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mask&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7078554745285700919?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7078554745285700919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7078554745285700919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7078554745285700919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7078554745285700919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/03/cup-of-life.html' title='The Cup Of Life'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5748512807360812153</id><published>2009-03-16T18:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:16:10.448+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She is back to stay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The road never ending&lt;br /&gt;The lanes never bending&lt;br /&gt;Trees and bushes went unheeded&lt;br /&gt;So did the wailing children&lt;br /&gt;There was only one destiny&lt;br /&gt;The destiny which was unknown&lt;br /&gt;An uncertain feeling crept through her&lt;br /&gt;Will she be able to do it?&lt;br /&gt;Will she have the courage?&lt;br /&gt;She took the wild horse&lt;br /&gt;And rode without course&lt;br /&gt;To reach the Devil’s lair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow teeth and grubby gums&lt;br /&gt;The devil woke up to the daily rum&lt;br /&gt;*thud*thud*thud*&lt;br /&gt;The door gave away&lt;br /&gt;She stood beautiful&lt;br /&gt;With that arrogant sway&lt;br /&gt;Greeny eyes popped up and down&lt;br /&gt;An angel in disguise was now known&lt;br /&gt;She looked with such venom&lt;br /&gt;That could take away a whole army&lt;br /&gt;And then she smiled&lt;br /&gt;He froze that instant&lt;br /&gt;His heart stopped&lt;br /&gt;And she gave a howl of laughter&lt;br /&gt;And he dropped dead at her feet&lt;br /&gt;That was his destiny&lt;br /&gt;No longer unknown.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So I am here guys, I fought the devil who had occupied this blog for so damn long, like say 6 months! OMG! he is dead now, and I am back to haunt you guys :) and children you no longer need to wail *wink*, In no time you will see the blog get back into action and I am going nowhere now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5748512807360812153?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5748512807360812153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5748512807360812153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5748512807360812153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5748512807360812153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-is-back-to-stay.html' title='She is back to stay!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8034107131851982181</id><published>2008-09-13T19:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:10:05.078+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>Bliss!! -3</title><content type='html'>Read part 1 and 2   &lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2008/07/2.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Years later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adithi was confused, she was waiting for Aravindh, it was there 1st wedding anniversary, and he was late. All seemed blissful in her life till now; she has got money, clothes, a man who was truly hers and everything she wished for, including a successful franchise of book stores. But still deep in her heart, she felt something was lost. That something, which people called Love. It created a big space in her heart. Her thoughts were still running on the lines on which Aravindh has made this marriage proposal to her. She still hasn’t found the real person behind that rough exterior of his. True he was everything a woman dreams of, with oozing charisma and appeal, but still he held everyone at a distance. He was cold at all times, never showing any real emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make her accept his proposal he had purchased her book store, and gave her the opportunity of a life time to expand it. She couldn’t refuse, coz this was all she dreamt about. It was then she decided to act practical and take up his offer of marriage. It seemed a safe enough way at that time. He wasn’t asking for love, which she thought she could not give to anyone, coz she has been there done it and did not want to be burnt again. He was asking for companionship and trust, which she guessed she could compensate for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love – what a complex emotion. It makes you ache at the happiest of times. It makes you cry out of joy. It makes you live the life of the other. It makes you forget the rest of the people in the universe except the other. It makes you want to hit and brawl. It makes you want to dash and fled. It makes you want to do things that you have never dreamt of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siddarth – just the name brought shivers to her body. How she loved and yearned for him. How love destroyed them both. Those wonder days will never comeback. He will constantly be a deep ache in her heart. Nothing can mend her wounds. Nothing can make her forget him. Nothing can make her ease away from the guilt that gnawed at her. He had gone, gone from this world. Taking everything from her, including her zest in life. Will she ever get over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had blamed Aravindh that this marriage proposal was farce, but no, the entire blame was hers. She felt guilty for jumping at the opportunity he gave her. A way to escape life’s agonies. She was living in a marriage of lies. He had been honest from the beginning at what he expected of this marriage, but she was not. She was the one who questioned about love, when she herself was not capable of such an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts running in her head did not alert her to the appearance of Aravindh. He crept behind her and pushed a bouquet full of red roses in front of her “Happy Anniversary” he said giving one of his charming smiles. “Happy Anniversary” she replied back feebly forcing a smile on her lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like a pagan prince in his pale grey suit. He had just returned from his office meeting. They had planned on dining out to celebrate the year of there wedding. On glasses of champagne he toasted to her “To us, Hard to believe a year has flown by, it seems like yesterday I saw you in your book store. And I hope the coming years of our wedding will be even more adventurous then you ever anticipated in your life”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      To be continued blissfully…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8034107131851982181?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8034107131851982181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8034107131851982181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8034107131851982181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8034107131851982181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/bliss-3.html' title='Bliss!! -3'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-4997959438748272812</id><published>2008-08-21T23:17:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:32:20.138+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Are you Single than jingle!!</title><content type='html'>For all the lucky singles out there, who are by far the most Happy-go-lucky people so far on earth, may I bow in salute? And wait before you proceed, this is not what you think it is, this is not a post on how to demolish your Single state and become committed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I saluting you, coz you do not go all mushy and gushy about real simple stuff in life. Coz you are your best when you are single. Coz you are you when you are single. And this post is going to prove all that I said just now and even more. Now don’t take me to be against Love and stuff, I am a romantic by heart and you would have known about it when you entered my blog, but let me tell you I am no idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2thP3EOiI/AAAAAAAADlY/j8FVJCcQE0A/s1600-h/thing-called-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2thP3EOiI/AAAAAAAADlY/j8FVJCcQE0A/s320/thing-called-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032728406538786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy that the ugly and chubby faced kid in a diaper who carries an arrow which is beyond his age, who has two shabby wings and is afflicted by the Mushy Moronitis disease is not pricking your ass right this moment with his rose colored pointed heart shaped arrow! Coz if he had pricked your ass but still you are not sure whether you are single or committed then just read on to find out if you are inflicted with that deadly disease or not for which there is no cure till you die, and my sympathies to you people. Some very well known figures are known to have been affected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2q5dL2wdI/AAAAAAAADjw/7rRDyO0Ap9g/s1600-h/Adoption-CupidLeft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2q5dL2wdI/AAAAAAAADjw/7rRDyO0Ap9g/s320/Adoption-CupidLeft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237029845765374418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever put your arms out and just spin and spin like a mad idiot knowing very well you will fall if you don’t stop and still you are spinning, then that’s where it all starts…you are in the initial stages of the Mushy Moronitis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2rjneDE5I/AAAAAAAADj4/mBmhoBd1aVA/s1600-h/illusion_Spinning.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2rjneDE5I/AAAAAAAADj4/mBmhoBd1aVA/s320/illusion_Spinning.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237030570080539538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your cell suddenly sing in the middle of the night when you are in deep slumber that too in some lame love song, you are slowly being dragged deeper into the disease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2ru9fQItI/AAAAAAAADkA/EfgTVn30yBQ/s1600-h/fliphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2ru9fQItI/AAAAAAAADkA/EfgTVn30yBQ/s320/fliphone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237030764969730770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get chased by mad dogs all the way from your house till you jump into another house in the middle of the night just to wish the person who according to you has your heart ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’, I am really sorry my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2r2Rgsk5I/AAAAAAAADkI/0392xzfStnI/s1600-h/Bow+wow+Dog+icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2r2Rgsk5I/AAAAAAAADkI/0392xzfStnI/s320/Bow+wow+Dog+icon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237030890603582354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you often get yelled at in God knows what language just for greeting someone in the opposite sex from your beloved, I advise you to run far. The disease is getting serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2r_kdSqhI/AAAAAAAADkQ/ApKwXhRQVRY/s1600-h/yelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2r_kdSqhI/AAAAAAAADkQ/ApKwXhRQVRY/s320/yelling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031050308397586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you often pledge all your life, belongings, baggage and luggage to your beloved at your loudest voice from the top of a mountain where you cant even see your lovey dovey one who is standing at the foot of the mountain all misty eyed, I tell you just jump off from that mountain, before you get critical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2sJkXE6NI/AAAAAAAADkY/MqJo4JNQWl4/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2sJkXE6NI/AAAAAAAADkY/MqJo4JNQWl4/s320/mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031222081022162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever grin like an idiot when you listen to all those crappy romantic movies and songs they put on radio and TV, you got it big time my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2sSKUdDWI/AAAAAAAADkg/jIAoppKktzo/s1600-h/madaboutyou_(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2sSKUdDWI/AAAAAAAADkg/jIAoppKktzo/s320/madaboutyou_(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031369709522274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it is cute to call some one by names pooh, babe (you know the pig) teddy, bunny, cutie pie, sweetie, honey, etc..etc, then I advise you to go test your Brain, coz some major transplantation needs to be done immediately, or else the condition will become worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2saYvraOI/AAAAAAAADko/uXKzG1mHMpE/s1600-h/babe_pig_in_the_city_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2saYvraOI/AAAAAAAADko/uXKzG1mHMpE/s320/babe_pig_in_the_city_ver1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031511020759266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think that since you were young you never understood what happened in your life or around the world, but now everything seems crystal clear, then you are in some serious trouble friend, coz nobody can understand what happens in life no matter what the issue! It is just too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2sjuMeUfI/AAAAAAAADkw/VvAOmgosd-0/s1600-h/Crystal_Clear_Punch_Bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2sjuMeUfI/AAAAAAAADkw/VvAOmgosd-0/s320/Crystal_Clear_Punch_Bowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031671397503474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you turned sickeningly giggly all of a sudden, and you are no longer spending time with your much worthy friends, whom you now see as villains right now plotting your safe escape, but all of your waking and unwaking hours are spent with the one who according to you is the keeper of your heart, then my friend you digging yourself your own 6 and ½ feet pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you often hear dialogues like ‘I am never enough for you’, ‘you don’t love me enough’. ‘I know why you are ignoring me, it is because of the new guy/girl in your class’, or much worse ones like ‘Did you think of me?’, ‘why did you take so long to call?( when actually you would have kept the phone a few nano seconds back talking to your beloved), ‘ do you miss me?’, ‘will you do anything for me?’ and so on in all modes of communication available like, Chat, phone, mail, scrap books, facebook wall, A fully dedicated blog to your beloved. You have reached the mature stage, there is no backing now, you deemed to this fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2svy31sFI/AAAAAAAADk4/Le_3Os3rnh4/s1600-h/social.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2svy31sFI/AAAAAAAADk4/Le_3Os3rnh4/s320/social.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031878811562066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In case of guys -Do you ever find 3-4 weeks old baby or babies on your door step on a Sunday morning, exactly when your parents are at home, with a letter saying ‘It has YOU written all over it’ or In case of girls – do you suddenly lose your size zero figure and become size 12 or 13 then let me welcome you all aboard to the world of Mush Morons, You have completely been transformed into one and the disease is spread completely and evenly on all your body parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2s8_r6ggI/AAAAAAAADlA/faJZF1Ag9bU/s1600-h/Baby07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2s8_r6ggI/AAAAAAAADlA/faJZF1Ag9bU/s320/Baby07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032105589506562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2tMFzoO-I/AAAAAAAADlI/hzEDtUCw37s/s1600-h/pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2tMFzoO-I/AAAAAAAADlI/hzEDtUCw37s/s320/pregnant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032364930513890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets be single and enjoy life when we can, but if you get affected by Mushy Moronitis, then I advise you to do your best not to give in to their deadly symptoms and live life simply and with all the fun you can, coz if you are able to do that you need not reconsider your state of sanity when you are sane and wiser some day later and worse worry what your grandchildren are going to think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2tUlm5V4I/AAAAAAAADlQ/M6akx80KiuU/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2tUlm5V4I/AAAAAAAADlQ/M6akx80KiuU/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032510905997186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-4997959438748272812?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/4997959438748272812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=4997959438748272812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4997959438748272812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4997959438748272812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-single-than-jingle.html' title='Are you Single than jingle!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SK2thP3EOiI/AAAAAAAADlY/j8FVJCcQE0A/s72-c/thing-called-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7682032853712422764</id><published>2008-08-20T15:37:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:02:48.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cook like zany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rasamallai'/><title type='text'>Before Mummy Returns</title><content type='html'>My first journey into the kitchen. Actually there have been lot of journeys into kitchen to eat, this journey is to cook! Yes COOK you did not read it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop….Stop…where are you all running! I haven’t even started the post and I see you guys running a mile away from me. Don’t worry you guys won’t be asked to taste whatever I do. I have other people in my home to experiment with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to start this journey on a sweet note. Yes I am gonna make Rasamalais. The only favorite sweet I like, coz am not much of a sweet tooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aim:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To try my level best to make Rasamalais in perfect shape and taste (shape and size is important for everything in life *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Things required:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sexy,supple,white things (courtesy : &lt;a href="http://www.twisted-dna.com/"&gt;Twisted-DNA&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;1 litre of Milk (let it be as pure as white, then you will know it is 100 % adulterated)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp of Lemon Juice or lemon juice (Our Villan who is going to kick out the juices of our Hero)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp of all purpose flour (Note it is all purpose, be it cleaning, washing, everything….and if you get dire consequences I am in now way responsible for it)&lt;br /&gt;Required Water (for thanni thelichu vittufying)&lt;br /&gt;Required Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For the cream syrup:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (our Heroine in making)&lt;br /&gt;½ litre of milk (same conditions apply as above)&lt;br /&gt;Required quantity of sugar (depends on how sweet you want it to be, or how soon you want to be a sugar patient)&lt;br /&gt;Almonds, Pistachios, Cardamom etc (those flavors that try to hide all the mistakes of our hero by decorating themselves beautifully in the whole picture just to add a bit of glamour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Procedure:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring our 1 litre milk hero to boil, then add our Villain- lemon juice or Citric acid to fight with the hero and bring out all his juices, that our milk hero will end up like a mass of Fat. Then take this curds of white of our hero very gently and gag him completely by putting him in a cloth and squeezing all the remaining juices out of him.&lt;br /&gt;Now make this into small balls by adding the all purpose flour. Bring our water to boil, and mix sugar to it. This is the energy drink of our hero who is now resting in small balls. Coz he is now tired after fighting with the Villain and being gagged. When the sugar dissolves add our hero balls, and cook for 15 minutes till our hero balls become puffed up with energy, then take it aside from the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep our hero aside. It is Time to turn the attention to our Heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil our ½ litre milk, add sugar to it and let it thicken half the quantity. This is because it is a rule that the heroine should be a tiny and dainty little creature, why break that universal rule? Now add some of those sinful pistachios and almonds which is our major glamor quotient. The heroine is ready, didn’t I tell you the heroine’s part is very very less! Even this is a universal rule which I do not want to break *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that happened has to end well, so add our hero balls to our heroine syrup, and serve it hot to those who are cool, and serve it cold to those who are hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hero is floating with the heroine in its own paradise, while the kitchen where all this happened is a complete mess with loads of utensils piled up here and there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to insert a Dream song &lt;br&gt; and our Hero and Heroine are in some dream location in obviously in some foreign country and are singing '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kiss me&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9HT9OOSd3U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9HT9OOSd3U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedy:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Escape from said place before Mom the queen of the kitchen arrives in the scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7682032853712422764?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7682032853712422764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7682032853712422764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7682032853712422764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7682032853712422764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-mummy-returns.html' title='Before Mummy Returns'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-4338159247532288040</id><published>2008-08-19T14:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:19:41.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2200'/><title type='text'>Dont Break my HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SKqHTld7Y_I/AAAAAAAADiY/TnDZc3DUw40/s1600-h/140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SKqHTld7Y_I/AAAAAAAADiY/TnDZc3DUw40/s320/140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236146287316526066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tossing with restlessness&lt;br /&gt;I fight a silent battle&lt;br /&gt;A battle that I am losing&lt;br /&gt;I never want to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want this all to be a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;I am losing it completely&lt;br /&gt;I know I said a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;Things that shouldn’t be said&lt;br /&gt;Things that were wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I am only human&lt;br /&gt;And seeing you with another...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me lose it all&lt;br /&gt;I do not know your rules&lt;br /&gt;I do not know your game&lt;br /&gt;I cannot work like you&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and efficient&lt;br /&gt;With no need of a break&lt;br /&gt;I need….&lt;br /&gt;Food,&lt;br /&gt;Water,&lt;br /&gt;Air,&lt;br /&gt;Shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Clothing and&lt;br /&gt;You…&lt;br /&gt;Without you my life is not complete&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;I can’t cook my meals&lt;br /&gt;Well I can’t even brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are not there&lt;br /&gt;Then how do you expect me to end it!&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;Well for god sake it is year 2200&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know the word commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Or that once you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;You are mine forever&lt;br /&gt;Don’t do this my Robo Kat&lt;br /&gt;There is lot of work to be done back home&lt;br /&gt;Come back to your Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-4338159247532288040?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/4338159247532288040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=4338159247532288040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4338159247532288040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4338159247532288040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-break-my-heart.html' title='Dont Break my HEART'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SKqHTld7Y_I/AAAAAAAADiY/TnDZc3DUw40/s72-c/140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8506735828616802855</id><published>2008-08-16T13:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:20:10.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chennai'/><title type='text'>Chennail oru Mazhaikalam</title><content type='html'>Well this indeed is Gautam Menon’f film title. But then this blog is not about that. It is about the streets of Chennai and completely Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am in love with this place. Completely. Totally. And extensively. Don’t ask me why? That is such a ridiculous question.&lt;br /&gt;I love Chennai because I belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because there is no where else I will be, rather than the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt; when there are slight showers. Have you ever watched the Full moon in the Marina. It is a magical experience. The moon glowing so bright over the sea waves. The gentle breeze that sways towards you while you sit in the sand near the waves eating the all time favorite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Molaga bajji&lt;/span&gt; with that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;red chutney&lt;/span&gt;, which you purchase for 10 Rs and later go again and get some more for Rs. 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Citi Centre&lt;/span&gt;, doing window shopping and trying everything and anything in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt; trial room and walking out with purchasing even a small candy bar. Or sitting for all hours with one glass of juice or a piece of pizza in their food court, or just to walk up to the roof top restaurant there with absolutely no money just to gaze at the city from there. Or trying to get 10 Rs tickets of INOX for 30 Rs from a friend of a friend of my friend and watch the movie from the very first row.&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-91.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-91.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970207671697&amp;site=widget-91.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970207671697&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p1/360287970207671697/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970207671697&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p2/360287970207671697/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970207671697&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p4/360287970207671697/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sathyam Cinemas&lt;/span&gt; trying to book tickets for the first day evening show, munching on their butter popcorn and so fresh sandwiches, Or reaching an hour before the show just to check out if there are 10 Rs tickets available as well if some cute guys are in the vicinity and tricking the people there from paying the parking ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kapaleshwar&lt;/span&gt; temple with my mom on festive days grumbling and grunting on the big queue that has formed and all the time that it takes to see the god! Or getting the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;puliyodarai&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prasad&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; counter and coming in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;puraram&lt;/span&gt; around the temple to see all the lovely sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than in any of the coffee days around the city, irritating the waiter by keeping him waiting and waiting for such a long time all in all to order a single cup of coffee which costs the very least and sit there for hours, or even threaten them to get up and go without ordering anything if their service is slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bessie&lt;/span&gt; loitering around the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Planet Yumm&lt;/span&gt; as if I own the place and have done everything in life till date. Those streets near bessie beach is the best with all it lovely food hangouts that you will never know the time if the day when you go there. Not to mention all the good looking guys who come there to hang out is an added pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than driving towards the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ECR&lt;/span&gt; with my family or friends either to watch a movie in a wonderful experience in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prathana Drive in&lt;/span&gt; theatre or get into &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mayajaal&lt;/span&gt; to have a whole day of fun and food or hit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muttukadu&lt;/span&gt; for a boat ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vrooming&lt;/span&gt; around in my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roger &lt;/span&gt;through all the roads in Chennai and getting into trouble with the policemen for not stopping in the Stop line or going and banging into the next vehicle that comes in my line of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will get back the memories of the days spent so joblessly in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isphani centre&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gango3&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spencer&lt;/span&gt; or just plainly by bunking classes and sitting under the trees of my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no where else I will be rather than in the city which gave me my education and made me what I am today! This is the city in which resides the best school &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chettinad Vidyashram&lt;/span&gt; which has been my second home and the world known &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stella Maris College&lt;/span&gt; with their beautiful campus which just enlightened me on who I am and what I do here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you never can take the spirit of Chennai from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wondering why did I put the title as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chennail Oru Mazhaikazham…&lt;/span&gt;.i do not know, I just found that phrase kinda cool, and it is usually only in rainy seasons you all sit and think about old days cause you cant go out and paint the town red due to some of its steady pours! Does it sound logical? Well if it does not I never asked you to read what I write with a logical mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8506735828616802855?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8506735828616802855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8506735828616802855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8506735828616802855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8506735828616802855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/chennail-oru-mazhaikalam.html' title='Chennail oru Mazhaikalam'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5349690534288591091</id><published>2008-08-15T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:19:05.704+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>Creative Streak</title><content type='html'>I was always born with a creative streak, said my mom. She said that very statement when I guess I was 9 or 10, Coz everyday when I come from school CUBS class with all sorts of colors not on my drawing books but all over my school uniform!&lt;br /&gt;Then I started pretty madly coloring all kinds of figures which i found in B &amp; W. My mom couldn't bear anymore that she made me join some drawing classes. The result...I have managed to create some pieces of work, which can be passed as good. In my twenty years of my life, now I have become quite confident enough to preserve my work and frame them to protect them for a long life. The slide show will give you a glimpse of some of my works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-15.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970207656981&amp;amp;site=widget-15.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970207656981&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p1/360287970207656981/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970207656981&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p2/360287970207656981/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970207656981&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p4/360287970207656981/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5349690534288591091?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5349690534288591091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5349690534288591091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5349690534288591091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5349690534288591091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/creative-streak.html' title='Creative Streak'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-431012359795306057</id><published>2008-08-15T08:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.960+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog station'/><title type='text'>I am Shifting Base</title><content type='html'>hello guys&lt;br /&gt;people dropping in&lt;br /&gt;let me just divert you all to my new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com"&gt;The Star, Me and Star Struck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am upgrading from sea, shores ,sands, files to the ultimate stars&lt;br /&gt;It would be good to have you people there in my new blog and continue encouraging me to rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-431012359795306057?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/431012359795306057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=431012359795306057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/431012359795306057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/431012359795306057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-shifting-base_15.html' title='I am Shifting Base'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6744640849781189481</id><published>2008-08-15T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:06:55.891+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>I AM SHIFTING BASE!</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;guess what i have shifted base!&lt;br /&gt;from the sands and the shore to my stars&lt;br /&gt;yeah from my old blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com"&gt;pages from zanyfiles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lemme first wish you all a HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;61 years of independence and we are still going strong as a developING Country!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is time for a new change, time we all geared up and brought forward the country. I think it has already set in motion by our very own ABHINAV BINDRA, our golden boy of the olympics who came back home. Time people took inspiration from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it is a new beginning and i am gonna take this blog seriously!&lt;br /&gt;lets all gear up for a new start&lt;br /&gt;and for my inspirations check out my technocrati counter&lt;br /&gt;those bloggers are simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6744640849781189481?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6744640849781189481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6744640849781189481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6744640849781189481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6744640849781189481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-shifting-base.html' title='I AM SHIFTING BASE!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8468387624885830251</id><published>2008-07-14T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>2 Decade old me……</title><content type='html'>It is time a mile stone has reached. It is time for a new phase of my life. It is going to be 20 years since I came down to this earth. At this point of time I just want to remember the life’s best memories in these past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a big roller coaster ride. It is filled with ups and downs and I am not going to tell you something new. It is just that each person’s life is unique in ones own way. It has that distinct left or a right turn that makes the entire world’s difference to one’s life. Let me just take you all in a ride back my memory lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day I guess, July 16- 20 years back morning 5:50 is the exact time of my birth. I was a surprise package! In the sense that I wasn’t expected into this world till September end. But than me being me just was so damn impatient to see this world with my Big eyes and wanted to welcome everything with my tiny hands and feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then time flew, I grew from being such a tiny baby to quite a healthy kid. That was the time I started questioning everything, where did this come from? What is that? How did you get this? And what not? It was also the time when I was joined into school. Those days in CV were the best to last a life time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kinder garden teacher Hazel was my first teacher. Me and my cousin were in the same class; well he was born the day before me! And such troublesome kids we both were, always going around wherever the teacher went-tricking the birthday kids in giving us an extra chocolate by asking for the other with such innocent faces, licking all the cream off the birthday cake before prayer gets over and hiding under the desks, crying if the other cries, sleeping if the other sleeps, posing as swimmers for a annual day play given the fact we do not know how to swim- well those are days not to be forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came school and those days of growing up, getting to know all about the Abcs of love, and experiencing those little puppy loves or crushes on god knows how many guys. I guess it is 12 and still counting!! Becoming crazy doing stupid stuff was the way of everyday in school. Then came 10th board exams, I wonder how I studied, on second thoughts I did not study much! I just finished whatever was there to study in the first day of the study holiday and spent the rest of the study holidays watching movies or calling in to SS music reach out program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th came and I was asked to make my first choice, which group did I want to get into; I registered for science and ended up sitting in the commerce class. And I should say your entire school life can be summed up entirely in these two years. It is the time for more freedom and responsibility in the school front. You turn to be the seniors in the school. A kinda attitude develops, and it is fun to explore this side of your life. Your teachers and principal treat you like an adult, you feel so great, it is also the time that you age long friendship with your fellow peers get stronger, you get to know them much deeper. It is also the time where your mind is a gamut of emotions, you feel great, low, defenseless, insecure, happiest all in the same time. It is the time where you create an opinion for yourself. A time where you tend to set rigid rules on the way you want to live your life. A time where opinions and ego clashes and you get into serious fights with friends whom you have known since the time you were born. It is a time to learn life the way you want best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you reach an end to school life and join college filled with loads and loads of expectations. You see everything through rosy glasses only to find the hard way it is just plain black and white. You meet new people, you make new friends, and by the time your 3 years in college has ended, it would be like you have known these new friends of yours all through your life. Now is the time you tend to separate time for your friends from school and college. You will be in a confusion on who to call for you birthday treat, wondering if your friends from school and college will get together, and end up giving two different treats. And it is also the time where you tend to feel a little insecure about your school friends, coz even they have moved on and found new friends whom you might not get along with. But then if you notice clearly, it is only your best of friends who will stick on to you till the end. Well all I can say is friendship is a great gift to mankind, without which we all tend to be morons in this world. A person with no friends is not fit to live in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now was also the time I got confused about the existence of the almighty, I was turning an atheist and now I am spiritual but not religious! I am confused if there is someone who exists up there and should I look up to him through all those names given to him. All I know is this is a phase for my growing up, but then none of my friends would agree I am growing; I tend to be the immature kid always. I started to write by this stage and here you have my blog established, I have also inspired quite a few to start a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the eve of my birthday I would like to thank some special people in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost let me get the family done with coz without them I won’t be here right in this place and posting this blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes, my heart filled thanks to my&lt;br /&gt;o Amma- who is most of the times my amma and quarter of the time my friend.&lt;br /&gt;o Appa- whose chellam(sweetie) is me.&lt;br /&gt;o My bro- who encouraged me to read and well without whom I wouldn’t have learnt the art of fighting and arguing.&lt;br /&gt;o My granddad- he is my mom’s father, and I have admired a lot by the way he living his life&lt;br /&gt;o My grandmom- well without her my mom would not have allowed me to experience the freedom she was denied ;) also coz she is one grand mom whom you can’t fool around with.&lt;br /&gt;o My uncles and aunts – my mom’s bros and their better halves, without them my growing up will not be complete&lt;br /&gt;o My cousins – 5 of them without whom my growing up will simply not be a fun filled and those yearlong of pranks, secrets and mischief that we have lived through just could not be compensated by anything else. Especially Arun coz he was born the day before me, and without whom my kindergarden would not have been so great!&lt;br /&gt;o Hazel ma’am – my kinder garden teacher who still remembers me when I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;o Sridevi ma’am – she was more like a friend to us&lt;br /&gt;o Thilagavathy ma’am – without whom my tamil classes would be a lot boring.&lt;br /&gt;o Banumathi ma’am – my eco ma’am who just liked me for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;o FRIENDS – they just make me who I am today and I need a separate list for them&lt;br /&gt;- Ayshwarya – she was my friend for the whole of three years and I wonder what she is doing right now&lt;br /&gt;- Nandini – well I wonder where she is too right now, those days in school with her were the best&lt;br /&gt;- Harhsa – I learnt a bit if hindhi from her, and she is one perfect tomboy, I wonder where you are and whether you remember me!&lt;br /&gt;- Padmini – she was one great dancer and such a down to earth person, same here I wonder where she is.&lt;br /&gt;- Janet – she was a new entry to school and used to call me Bull Bull Rani for which I used to get offended!&lt;br /&gt;- Arjun, Timkumar and Ponselvan – without you guys stupid fights I know my Tamil tuitions wont be that great!&lt;br /&gt;- Swathi – we were quite close for a year or so&lt;br /&gt;- Subhashini – we were super close till we fought really bitterly by the end of the year, if you read this blog subhashini, I still remember all the good times I had with you&lt;br /&gt;- Preethi Paramasivam – we were best of friends and called chatter boxes by almost all the teachers and god knows what we had to talk so much about, now I very badly want to get in touch with her, if anyone knows her contact plz drop by a word to me.&lt;br /&gt;- Visalam – my great friend and god knows wat all we both were up to in those five years we were together in the same school, it is with her I used to go guy hunting in school!&lt;br /&gt;- Abirami – Fondly called as Abby, well she is one best buddy who still keeps in touch with wat is happening in my life and with whom I have shared most of my best moments in life, she is one friend who I can look up to even so many years later.&lt;br /&gt;- Dvijavanthi – it is Dvij-a-van-thi who now calls herself DJ, I was surprised when I found her to be exactly like me, this likeliness just leaded us to crush on the same guys over and over again. If you know me, you know her and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;- Alice George John – I like to call her that, she is one kutty chathan, and has ended to be my real good friend in the three years of college I went with her. She definitely shares both my life’s best and worst moments on my bike roger! And she is my spell-o-checker and partner in riting poems&lt;br /&gt;- Easha – she is simply one sweet heart and can make you feel good on any day.&lt;br /&gt;- Archana – for all the trouble she makes in my life, but in the end of the day she just likes me so much that she just can’t help it &lt;br /&gt;- Shilpa Gulati – I missed 1 and half year of college life without getting to know her, only to find out she is someone who is just like me, a confused person on this earth trying to come to terms with what life is treating us. And I can assure you that she is one person whom I would not lose contact with.&lt;br /&gt;- Aruna Rajeshwari – she is one person who reads me inside out! I have to thank her for the gift she has made me wait for 6 months before unwrapping it! And well she is one person whose birthday I always forget and look around guiltily when she comes around. She is one person who catches me in my worst moments when I am feeling not so good and putting up a good face, she finds it with just a glance at my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have to mention some of my online buddies who make my virtual life too much fun to live, there is Karan who introduced me to sulekha, Sujata who took opinions from me and posted it in Indian express, Meenakshi Nambiar for taking my posts to the editor’s pick, Hebrew princess for encouraging me to rite more on Blogliterati and featuring me at times in the Featured blogger and editor picks.&lt;br /&gt;Karthik and Sunil from Evam for encouraging my Fan follwing of them ;) then there is Gigi who did mine and Alice’s ambigram and well gave me hints to rite poems, then there is Spammi – my virtual bro – in – law without whom online spamming would be boring, Arunesh my anna and all my blog readers who have the patience to read what I rant and comment too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s about the people I have met in my life and who make my life all the more worthwhile to live, and I would like to clarify that the above order is the order in which these people appeared in my life and are not based on favoritism!! And if by any chance I have missed someone and whom my stupid brain fails to remember I apologize and thank you for also being there in my life. This is just the best blog I have ever written for people close to me on the eve of my birthday, and I hope you all continue to exist in my life and make it even more happy and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog is for my birthday which is coming this 16th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8468387624885830251?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8468387624885830251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8468387624885830251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8468387624885830251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8468387624885830251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-decade-old-me.html' title='2 Decade old me……'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5736564393261429291</id><published>2008-07-04T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>BLISS்! - 2</title><content type='html'>Read part 1 &lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2008/03/bliss.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could I get you some coffee Arvi?” huskily enquired Reena, his secretary. “Er.. No thanks Reena” Arvindh said indifferently, constantly checking his phone, to see if he had got any missed calls or messages. He belonged to one of the biggest business tycoon family. His father had started the ‘P R V Constructions’ 20 years back, and every where around the country, buildings had their tag. They expanded internationally few years back. He was now managing the south zone of the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw Adithi a few years back in on of the poojas for the building which they constructed; she was so full of life that he had instantly fallen for her. He had then made enquires about her, and had found everything about her. Now, he thought he should take the next step. He was well nearing 28 and he needed to get settled in his life, if only to put women like Reena at bay and his bitter break up with Sonali behind his mind. He had taken the marriage proposition to Adithi’s father, who had been surprised at first, but had then agreed. All that now remained was Adithi to accept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t like he was in love with Adithi. He felt that he will never ever fall in love with anyone in his life; coz being in love only gave pain and bitterness. What with witnessing the pain his father went through, when his mother left them when he was just 10 for a foreigner and his own pain for completely trusting Sonali only to find that she has been using him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Adithi seemed like a practical choice to get married. She was the career oriented woman, who was so practical and sensible. She also had her own business to look after, and will not use him for his bottomless bank account. He knew he wasn’t promising love or commitment, but only a sense of partnership in the deal called marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of his phone. He glanced at the no. to find it was Adithi. “Hey hello Adithi” he said to the phone. “Listen Aravindh, I need to talk to you in person” she replied and gave him the place where she would meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So….” Aravindh enquired her. “Well, what exactly are you looking for in this marriage proposal that you have made?” she asked him. “Well, as far as I am concerned Adithi I am looking for companionship and as time goes by a couple of kids’ maybe”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm….I am just thinking if you are planning to cover your never ending relationships with other women by this farce of a marriage?”&lt;br /&gt;Her out of the blue question took him a second to regain his composure. “My never ending relationships, what makes you think so?” He challenged her. “Well for a start, I am bewildered by your proposal, as you with all the reigning power of your business could choose any one to be your wife, then there is the matter of Sonali, Reena, Anitha and who else I am not aware of…” She questioned him. “You have been doing your research haven’t you Adithi? Well I am impressed, and for my never ending relationships, I think that is a bit of exaggeration, coz I never was in a serious commitment till now” He mocked her. “So what are you promising me in this marriage, a serious commitment, but then what about love?” She questioned him back. “I don’t put stock in love Adithi, it is all just nonsense, how many people do you know who have got married for love, these days marriage is all about convenience, and loving someone will only lead to more hurt and pain, which I am not prepared to undertake” He spoke more harshly than he intended. She just stared at the rigid set of his face which made him look like a complete stranger to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Part 3 &lt;a href="http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/bliss-3.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      To be continued blissfully…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5736564393261429291?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5736564393261429291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5736564393261429291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5736564393261429291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5736564393261429291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/bliss-2.html' title='BLISS்! - 2'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-1299378096416865623</id><published>2008-07-02T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.985+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my வேர்ல்ட்'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='விஷ்'/><title type='text'>Come back to me</title><content type='html'>It’s been real long since I blogged!&lt;br /&gt;And I think it is high time I remedied that mistake ;-)&lt;br /&gt;What better way then to come back with a poem&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the streets&lt;br /&gt;I glimpse now and then&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing&lt;br /&gt;That you will come back&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks were hell&lt;br /&gt;Sheer pain&lt;br /&gt;Every single second&lt;br /&gt;Away from you&lt;br /&gt;Apart from you&lt;br /&gt;Seems like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees were lush&lt;br /&gt;When you were there&lt;br /&gt;The birds sang like honey&lt;br /&gt;When you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it all looks barren&lt;br /&gt;It all looks dry and lifeless&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I pray&lt;br /&gt;For you to return soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is filled with gory stories&lt;br /&gt;Of the war and bloodbath&lt;br /&gt;Militants get killed&lt;br /&gt;Army men get killed&lt;br /&gt;Colonels getting killed&lt;br /&gt;But I know deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You are alive&lt;br /&gt;You are still fighting with all your life&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can happen to you&lt;br /&gt;Coz your heart beats within me&lt;br /&gt;I ferociously guard it&lt;br /&gt;I know I will die before anything happens to you&lt;br /&gt;So just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will come&lt;br /&gt;As long as the star shines next to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can happen to you&lt;br /&gt;Coz your heart beats in mine&lt;br /&gt;Just come back&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;And put everything behind to rest&lt;br /&gt;And be with me&lt;br /&gt;Till my world ends….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1299378096416865623?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1299378096416865623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=1299378096416865623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1299378096416865623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1299378096416865623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-back-to-me.html' title='Come back to me'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7213810777612737408</id><published>2008-05-24T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.993+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>I HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>I hate what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I hate it even more when you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz I cant stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz I yearn for&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your breath,&lt;br /&gt;Your word,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz you make me a gone case&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz you are making me insane&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz I cant bear you hurting me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when I see you with another girl&lt;br /&gt;I hate you coz someone has replaced me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you simply coz I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;It is too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZANYCHILD&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7213810777612737408?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7213810777612737408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7213810777612737408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7213810777612737408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7213810777612737408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-you.html' title='I HATE YOU'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5881331309609032545</id><published>2008-05-14T08:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.000+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='மேமொரிஎஸ்'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='கிட்ஸ்'/><title type='text'>Kids these days!!</title><content type='html'>Well I should say kids of Gen – X are definitely more clever and filled with the ‘I’ attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seldom care of what others say, nor do they think before they do anything. They are cute, clever and witty. There are 2 nephews of mine. Quite a troublesome lot they both were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is so naughty that he insisted on going to the same play school and did not want to go to the normal school. He had decided this is what school is and did not want to change his mind. When at last he was convinced by his parents that he should go to the normal school, he reluctantly agreed much to the surprise of his parents. Then he put forth his condition, you know how Kinder Garden admissions are these days, interviews for the students, parents and relatives if any. This nephew of mine said ‘no, I won’t answer anything the principal asks me!!’ he was so stubborn on this point. &lt;br /&gt;Then dawned the day of the interview- He went there, the principal asked him ‘n’ no. of questions, but this little nephew of mine kept quiet. Then the principal shows him chocolates and asks him, what is it? This nephew of mine replies ‘Don’t you have Diary milk? I like only diary milk and not Munch!’ !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though he got into the school is not our concern over here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this other nephew, he was taken from his school on a bus ride around the city of Chennai. When he returned home, his moma asked ‘So, tell me what you saw?’ he replied with a pat ‘ Sivaji poster!’ while his classmates replies varied around airport, beach and  stuff!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew and his parents went to a friend’s house. The house was located in an apartment. My nephew with all enthu went out to play. He caught a gang of his friends. All were in some 2 and half feet in height. Then these guys had gone up the terrace. Little Newtons were they, that they were wondering what will happen if they drop stones from the terrace, it was the 7th floor mind you. They wanted to know the consequences immediately, so they collected stones of all sizes and started their little Newton experiment. They dropped, dropped and dropped on top of the small maruti car parked below. The shatter of glasses of the maruti car got the security in full alert, and they all loaded with weapons went to the terrace to catch the culprit red handed. And there stood on the terrace our little Newtons with stones in their hands ready for the war. The security personnel were tongue tied. But still our little Newtons justified that each one threw only 1 to 2 stones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had recently gone to a wedding, and I met these nephews of mine. I was so busy in the wedding in putting mehindi to all the lil nieces there. The two nephews did not want to be left out in the gang of gals. So they approached me and literally demanded me, or should I say ordered me, that I should put mehindi for them. And that too, they were very specific in what they wanted to be drawn. One wanted strawberry, the other wanted bat and ball. It seems according to them the normal mehindi designs are very girly, and they were boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my uncle wanted to reverse his car, my lil nephew was standing behind. So he asked him to see if the car was hitting the wall when he is reversing. My nephew kept saying no till the car hit the wall and then said, ‘uncle, ippo car idichiduchu’ (uncle, now the car hit the wall)!! This incident crept back in my mind after I saw a similar ad on TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a niece of mine. She is in her UKG. She always moves around with guys in her class. There is this friend of her in class called Aravindh I tell you they are inseparable.  The teacher got frustrated with both of them hanging to each other that she asked my niece to sit with the girls from the day after. She was adamant and did not agree; her brother was of the same school and was in his 8th. One evening when he came to pick my niece, the teacher has put forth this issue to him and asked him to bring their mother to see her the next day. The niece was so upset, that she asked her brother, why the teacher is making a lot of fuss. The brother replied, ‘it is because you are a girl, you move around girls’. Immediately the niece asked ‘Then when will I change into a Boy?’ the brother was for a moment stuck, then he said ‘You don’t change’. Then my niece asked ‘but you have, haven’t you?’ for which the brother was simply dumbstruck and did not reply.&lt;br /&gt;Once my cousin was talking to my mom on the phone. Her kid, my nephew was pestering her. When my mom asked for what he was troubling her. My cousin said ‘ he is asking me whether he takes bath in the morning or the afternoon, coz just now he had his bath, and if the reply was afternoon, then he would rush out to play’ such clever kids aren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a joke I heard somewhere. There were three little naked boys playing in the water. One little naked girl comes up to them, she points down and asks ‘what is that?’ she is about to touch it, when one little naked boy cries ‘Don’t touch it; you have lost yours I don’t want to lose mine!!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just endless, innocent fun with kids around you, I say!&lt;br /&gt;You will never regret spending time with them. They are just irritatingly cute, beautiful, funny and full of wit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-5881331309609032545?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5881331309609032545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5881331309609032545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5881331309609032545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5881331309609032545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8496907104689069752</id><published>2008-04-27T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.940+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SBQsLQ27qtI/AAAAAAAABi0/TnvHKhP8fYU/s1600-h/ist2_976423_cute_devil_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SBQsLQ27qtI/AAAAAAAABi0/TnvHKhP8fYU/s320/ist2_976423_cute_devil_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193824842280577746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what day was yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;It was the birthday of kuttychathan, the sweet little devil who came across my life approximately 3 yrs back, but then on second thought she is not so sweet. She turned 20 yesterday! Believe it or not she looks like she is 10. Some people are blessed with such genes that they will never tend to look old. Well she is one of those blessed people I guess! But then why did god bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate. She is a person who thinks straight and talks straight even in this world with lots of crooks and turns she still walks straight. She is into theatre and stuff. She is also into writing and stuff. She is also into learning French and stuff. And by now you should have known she is into a lot and lot of stuff including the real stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was our Ass Rep – the Rep of all Asses according to her in our 2nd yr of college. The time she got elected was one emotional moment for her. You couldn’t have guessed seeing her that she has such a lot of emotions locked inside her, or the way she keeps things to herself so that it doesn’t hurt the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a Taurean as you might have guessed by now, being born in the month of April. And definitely she does justice to the Bull and has a temper which she has managed to control at times extremely well. She is really possessive about her books and gets irritated if anybody writes her name in it without her golden permission. She cracks her head doing accounts and just wonders never endingly how I understand the concepts very easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call her all day long, and do not know when I started this ritual. We talk about anything and everything under the sun for hours and still I will call her in 15 minutes after we hanged up. One of my favorite things of all time is to call her during exams just for the only reason to tell her I have finished studying when she wouldn’t have even started to search for the books to study. The highlight of it would be my whining that I don’t remember anything that I studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one busy bird in college. Anything everything people will call her. But then she hates it when people shout her name in public! But then we all love doing what she hates. And according to her ‘Nobody LOVES her!!’ which is both true and false. We all love her, but there is no special person who Loves her for her. And I hope that special person when she meets will not be committed to any other girl like all her wannabe special persons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both write poems in laa clash, imitate laa ma’am and chwitch of our brains as soon as laa ma’am finishes with the anshering of our attendance. And well I can say that she started writing blogs because of me!! Yeah me! Me! And because of me! I think she got bugged each time I ask her to read my blog that she decided to give me a slice of my own bug! But then it is  very disguising (disgusting for the uninitiated, but then the proper word here should have been disappointing!) that she never got caught in laa ma’ams class while I got caught twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of an incident where she got caught. It was in our second year, we were having marketing class on various types of pricing by one boring teacher. You know those skimming, penetrating prices. I don’t remember who was sitting next to her, but then these two made a comment about what the boring teacher said and chuckled. The boring teacher’s boring ears caught this chuckle and also the direction from which it came. She ordered kuttychathan to get up, and asked the reason for her chuckle. She was so damn tensed, coz this was the first time she was getting caught. She said ‘no ma’am it isn’t anything you said, I just wrote skimming as skinning and that I why I laughed’. You know how these boring teachers are, they never trust what the intelligent student says, so she asked kuttychathan to bring the note book to her. (I know very very childish!!). Now kuttychathan did not know what to do, in a hurry she wrote skinning instead of skimming in great discretion without being seen by the boring teachers boring eyes. And she escaped, maybe because the boring teacher’s boring eyes were not as sharp as her boring ears but they were just plain boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then back again to where we started, the purpose of this blog is to wish her a happy birthday, and that’s what we should have done in the start, but then last but not the least! Wish you a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY kuttychathan, and please don’t get all fussy and upset about your bday, when I called you you were fussing over something I guess, or was it my imagination! You know I have a crazy imagination. Let the rest rest and think about now and only now. Coz now is where you belong. I was all geared up to come to your home. But one thing lead the other and I ended up being lazy and frustrated and now am thinking whether I should have gone ahead with the plan, but then past is gone and done with. We all belong here right now. But then will drop in your home once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy you were born, the day in which you came in to make our lives both sweet and miserable. Thinking straight and walking straight. Hope you never change for years to come, nor do you forget me - the girl who loved numbers and did not like anything which did not agree with me, be it accounts or math or life problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know people will wonder why I haven’t mentioned the name of kuttychathan, did not I tell you she hates being addressed in public. Though I don’t always abide by this wish of hers, it is her bday and that is when wishes come true. Don’t they? So wish big wish good, wish for anything and may you get everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8496907104689069752?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8496907104689069752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8496907104689069752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8496907104689069752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8496907104689069752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday blues'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/SBQsLQ27qtI/AAAAAAAABi0/TnvHKhP8fYU/s72-c/ist2_976423_cute_devil_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-4412004832188992529</id><published>2008-03-13T10:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.009+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow lemon tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainity'/><title type='text'>I Still wonder!</title><content type='html'>“I wonder how?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me ‘bout a blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree&lt;br /&gt;I’m turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see&lt;br /&gt;Is just another lemon tree”&lt;br /&gt;                                                 -Fool’s garden-lemon tree    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to break free of my confines. I tried to fly free. I tried to look at the big black world. But alas did I still get it all wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soared high one time; I dropped deep low another time. Was it how it was all meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good, I feel so down, I feel so happy and still I feel sad. Is it how it should feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get crazy, I shout at the top of my voice. I get mad, I sulk in a corner. Is it the normal way of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts of the past haunts me, ghosts of the future lingers in a corner. Is it the same for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it all exciting at one time, that I can take it no more. I find all to boring another time that I can’t vent up my frustration. So does it make me normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;I laugh when I want to cry. I cry when I want to laugh. I see everyone through rose colored glasses. So I wonder if I am normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself high in spirits. I see myself as a social outcast. I see myself heading high in people’s favorites list. Was it how life tends to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bubble with confidence. I shrink away in fear. I search for the limelight, and I shrink away from embarrassment. Does it make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-4412004832188992529?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/4412004832188992529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=4412004832188992529&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4412004832188992529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4412004832188992529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-still-wonder.html' title='I Still wonder!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7666816292283637240</id><published>2008-03-11T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>Bliss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R9a8WxKKsBI/AAAAAAAABb4/ynJ3sVHRgDg/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R9a8WxKKsBI/AAAAAAAABb4/ynJ3sVHRgDg/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176531921048088594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = "papyrus" size="2.5"&gt;‘Appa, I just can’t marry a complete stranger, this is ridiculous!!’ Adithi said with frustration to her father.&lt;br /&gt;‘Adi…it isn’t as bad as you think it is, aren’t me and your mom happy? Aren’t your sisters happy?’ her father tried to persuade her, the youngest of his three daughters.&lt;br /&gt;She just shook her head with exasperation and walked to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aravindh saw her in the little book shop she owned and decided she was the one. He walked to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;‘May I help you sir?’ she asked smiling at him. ‘Oh yeah, you can definitely help me  by marrying me!’ he said returning her one of his charming smiles.&lt;br /&gt;‘Excuse me!!’ she glared back at him.&lt;br /&gt;She wondered if he has cracked his head somewhere. He did not look like he had a loose nut. He was every inch of his 6 foot devastatingly attractive, that she could not take her eyes off him the minute he entered the shop. She was even more disgusted with herself for reacting in such a way. This was the last thing she needed in her life.&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh sure, you are excused, so now will you marry me?’ he drawled.&lt;br /&gt;‘Did you bang your head somewhere Mr..’&lt;br /&gt;‘So silly of me, I did not introduce myself did I?’ He extended his hand and said ‘I’m Aravindh’&lt;br /&gt;She stared at his long lean hand – Aravindh- he was Aravindh……recognition flooded her.&lt;br /&gt;‘Ah…now you recognize me, great to meet you in person Adithi’ he gave her a lazy smile ‘Yet you haven’t replied to my question’ he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She stammered ‘Listen, you are mistaken…well….er….I have to work now…. I…’ He raised a hand to stop her. ‘Well you close the shop for Lunch, don’t you? We will meet in the coffee shop down the mall, and there you can give me your reply’&lt;br /&gt;She simply stared back at him. ‘Meet you at 2 then, bye Adithi’&lt;br /&gt;She tried to call him back and say no, but he was already walking out of the shop, out of her sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced nervously around the coffee shop. ‘You don’t need to be nervous, I don’t bite young women, especially pretty ones like you!’ he chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;Her face was turning pink, and she looked everywhere but at him. She did not know what she was doing down here, sitting before him in a coffee shop. &lt;br /&gt;‘You are not much of a socializer, are you?’ He asked her.&lt;br /&gt;‘Well…er…I..this is just so stupid!!’ she said with an exasperated sigh. ‘What is stupid?’ he gently questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;‘Me…Here...You …sitting here, talking marriage…totally out of context!!’&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh great, you are still considering my proposal!’ he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;‘Listen, you completely don’t understand!!’ &lt;br /&gt;‘What part of the conversation don’t I understand?’&lt;br /&gt;‘I am not the marrying type okay!!’&lt;br /&gt;‘So who is the marrying type?’ he mocked her.&lt;br /&gt;‘Well I want to expand my business, I want to be the largest book shop owner of the country, I have a lot to achieve’&lt;br /&gt;‘So what has that got to do with marriage?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Well with marriage comes family and responsibility, I want my book shop to be the first and last thing in my life’&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm….fair enough, but that doesn’t have to stop you from marrying me. I am not asking you to consider our marriage, the first and last thing in your life’&lt;br /&gt;‘It has to be if I get married’&lt;br /&gt;‘I would be happy if it is’&lt;br /&gt;‘And, that is exactly what I don’t want to do’&lt;br /&gt;At that time his phone buzzed. He answered it and returned back to her. ‘Listen Adithi, I understand your need to achieve and that is one thing which I liked about you. Your need to be independent and let me assure you that, there won’t be much change in it if we get married. I am simply asking you again to consider my proposal. I really have got to go now. I will keep in touch. Just promise me you will think about it.’&lt;br /&gt;She was so mesmerized by his gaze looking at her intently and couldn’t say anything but murmur a ‘yes’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read part 2 &lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2008/07/2.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      To be continued blissfully…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7666816292283637240?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7666816292283637240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7666816292283637240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7666816292283637240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7666816292283637240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/03/bliss.html' title='Bliss!!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R9a8WxKKsBI/AAAAAAAABb4/ynJ3sVHRgDg/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2990186838834033611</id><published>2008-03-03T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.922+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer Sujatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Wriiter Sujatha</title><content type='html'>It has been a real long long time since I blogged....but this is one occasion which made me fight my laziness and write this blog.I was not keeping in touch with the news in tinsletown chennai, I had a seminar last Friday in my college where one of the speakers metioned about electronic voting machine which was introduced by LATE Sujatha......I was for a moment suprised! I did'nt react, that is when the news sunk in...that he passed away on wednesday in a private hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who you will not catch reading anything that is written in tamil, mainly due to the fact my grasping power of tamil is very less as compared to english. but one exception to this is writer Sujatha's works. I usually read it from Ananda Vikatan, my favorites were usually 'Ganesh Vasanth', 'Srirangathu Devathaikal', and am a follower of 'Katrathum Petrathum'.Just the week before I was talking to my friend about calling speakers for our Youth Convention, that I spoke about him. It is such a sad news, which caught me unaware, and a great loss to the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Writer Sujatha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R8vqAzKFQPI/AAAAAAAABbo/UNGhmStCGh4/s1600-h/sujatha_OEA_old_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R8vqAzKFQPI/AAAAAAAABbo/UNGhmStCGh4/s320/sujatha_OEA_old_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173485896418541810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born on May 3, 1935 and is the writer of over 100 novels, 200 short stories, essays stage plays, and popular articles and Q&amp;A on science His real name is S. Rangarajan. As a well-known contemporary Tamil writer. Sujatha is considered among the foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a well known columnist, most notably his "Kadaisi Pakkam" (last page) in Kanaiyazhi magazine, and "Katradhum... Petrathum..." (Learned and acquired...) In Anandha Vikatan magazine had a wide readership. He served for a short time as the editor of Kumudham magazine. He has also written stories, screenplays and dialogues for several Tamil movies. In addition, he has contributed to educational CD-ROMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the Chief of the team that designed the EVM or the Electronic Voting Machine during his tenure in Bharat Electronics  as General Manager of R &amp; D  The machine  is presently used in elections all over India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujatha ( S.Rangarajan) was born in Triplicane, Chennai but spent his childhood in Srirangam near Tiruchirapalli under the care of his paternal grandmother owing to  his  father's frequent transfers in his government job. Rangarajan attended school in Srirangam Boys Highschool. He did his bachelors degree  in physics in St.Joseph's College, Trichy where he was the classmate of President Abdul Kalam. Later on, he did his engineering in electronics at the Madras Institute of Technology. His writing interests were largely inspired by the short stories and serials published in popular Tamil magazines and literary magazines... "Sriranganthu Devathigal" (Angels of Srirangam) was a famous series based on life in that town the 50’s. His first short stories appeared in Kumudham. “Paalam" (bridge) published in Anandha Vikatan attracted reader’s attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his Engineering degree he appeared in a competitive examination and joined the central government in Delhi.After 14 years in government  service, he joined Bharat Electronics Bangalore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bharat Electronics  he rose to the post of general manager.After  retirement  he lives in Chennai  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujatha received an award from the India's National Council for Science and Technology in 1993 for making science accessible to the public through popular media. He also received the VASWIK award for Electronic Voting Machine and Kalaimamani award from the Tamilnadu Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujatha is undoubtedly the most versatile Tamil writer – ranging from short stories, novels, plays,  screenplays, movie dialogues, science essays  and  general  non-fiction.. Sujatha has  also pioneered science fiction stories in Tamil. He has the ability to explain science in very simple terms to the  lay reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujatha brought freshness to Tamil writing  on diverse topics. His interests include archeology, astrophysics, biotechnology, neuro sciences, ic music, ancient Tamil literature, sociology and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an avid reader and uses his columns as a forum to point out  good writers, and poets . He is also actively involved in several projects developing software for  Tamil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is a postgaduate in sociology Both his sons are in software  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prolific writer suffered form renal disorder and died on Wednesday night at a private hospital. He is survived by his wife and two sons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some other blogs which have paid their tribute to this prolific writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nganesan.blogspot.com/2008/02/amarar-sujatha.html"&gt;nganesan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kirukkal.com/archives/2007/04/writer_sujatha_short_biography.html"&gt;Kirrukalgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had close association with the film world. Ninaithale Inikkum (Balachander), Roja(Mani Ratnam), Indian (Shankar) and Nadodi Thendral (Bharathi Raja) were some of the movies in which he collaborated with great directors spanning several decades.&lt;br /&gt;Later Sujatha became as a permanent script writer for Mani Rathnam and Shankar. Most of their films including Iruvar, Kannathil Muthamittal, Ayutha Azhuthu, Guru, Jeans, Muthalvan, Boys, Anniyan and the latest Blockbuster Shivaji were written by Sujatha only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His latest ground works for Mani Rathnam's yet to be titled film, an Aishwarya-Abhishek starrer almost completed..He had mentioned that when he handed over the completed script for Robot (based on En Iniya Iyanthra and Meendum Jeano), he told Shankar that he had completed his work satisfactorily and that it will be his last film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujatha's demise is an irreparable loss to the Tamil literary world. A prolific writer who covered everything under the sun ranging from social character to metaphysics, Sujatha was aware of all what transpired in the society, observed them, analysed them and always ensured these reflected in his writings. His sharp intellect made him "live" in his writings and he "lived" till his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish to post the condolence message of Ulaganayagan Kamal Hassan, who was a close friend of Writer Sujatha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R8vvXTKFQQI/AAAAAAAABbw/BnDPTi0r8Rk/s1600-h/kamal280208_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R8vvXTKFQQI/AAAAAAAABbw/BnDPTi0r8Rk/s320/kamal280208_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173491780523737346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace, and ny deep felt condolences to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Place To Rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked down on your body,&lt;br /&gt;So tired from hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;From a life that was overwhelming you,&lt;br /&gt;And wanted back His son.&lt;br /&gt;So he took away the air you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;And gave you what was best,&lt;br /&gt;A place to be at peace,&lt;br /&gt;A final place to rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also visit his homepage &lt;a href="http://www.writersujatha.com/"&gt;Writer Sujatha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zanychild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2990186838834033611?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2990186838834033611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2990186838834033611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2990186838834033611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2990186838834033611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-to-wriiter-sujatha.html' title='Tribute to Wriiter Sujatha'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R8vqAzKFQPI/AAAAAAAABbo/UNGhmStCGh4/s72-c/sujatha_OEA_old_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-1029147989165020549</id><published>2007-11-22T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FS class kavithaikal'/><title type='text'>Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R0U-8tlSzcI/AAAAAAAABLI/UYw80-WS08I/s1600-h/eagles-optical-illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R0U-8tlSzcI/AAAAAAAABLI/UYw80-WS08I/s320/eagles-optical-illusion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135580162835008962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood stripped of all my barriers&lt;br /&gt;I daren’t move anywhere&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for my savior&lt;br /&gt;You came from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And struck me like a lightning bolt&lt;br /&gt;I was scared&lt;br /&gt;Scared to react&lt;br /&gt;Scared to reach&lt;br /&gt;Scared that you will disappear&lt;br /&gt;Just like a lightning streak&lt;br /&gt;Blinding my eyes in a flash of a second&lt;br /&gt;Turning me into a nervous wreck&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a heart to lend&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a knowing smile&lt;br /&gt;My heart crumbled to pieces&lt;br /&gt;As I found you far by a mile&lt;br /&gt;I shattered all my inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;I reached out and reached you&lt;br /&gt;You vanished into thin air&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me back into my barriers&lt;br /&gt;I searched frantically everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Searching high and low for my savior&lt;br /&gt;Only to find you gone back to nowhere… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zany child&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1029147989165020549?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1029147989165020549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=1029147989165020549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1029147989165020549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1029147989165020549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/11/illusion.html' title='Illusion'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R0U-8tlSzcI/AAAAAAAABLI/UYw80-WS08I/s72-c/eagles-optical-illusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-3612419021491167622</id><published>2007-11-19T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.905+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roger'/><title type='text'>Lost key lost love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R0GUKtlSzZI/AAAAAAAABKk/g4FZPRu029o/s1600-h/DSCN4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R0GUKtlSzZI/AAAAAAAABKk/g4FZPRu029o/s320/DSCN4460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134547961934695826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You're the key to my life...&lt;br /&gt;Rain on the rear view mirror&lt;br /&gt; Covers the trace…….&lt;br /&gt;Of all the tears that &lt;br /&gt;I've had to waste…….&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm missing you so&lt;br /&gt;and I won't let you go away…..&lt;br /&gt;Stain on the seats where people’s butt lay&lt;br /&gt;and memories of you forever will stay…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang my little Roger, in middle of the citicentre parking lot….he wont even budge any side, coz I have lost his key, his key to life. Today wasn’t my day, nor was it his day…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what really happened, how did I end up in citicentre parking lot with a solitary singing Roger?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was 8:30 in the morning, I had my Income tax exam in half an hour, and still I was at home. I went down took Roger, then I realized I did not have my Calc. I rushed up, searched everywhere in my messy room, I couldn’t find it, I took a new Calc. it did not work, then in a frantic moment I kicked my pillow, alas there lay my Calc. I grabbed it and rushed out, with amma’s words ringing in my ear that go carefully, drive slowly; you have plenty enough time to reach college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached college at 8:55 rushed to my room, and exam was super short. I completed the paper in 1hour and 15 minutes. I couldn’t find my bag, I searched twice and then I found it on top of a heap of bags belonging to the class next to the next class. Then I came down and was roaming the campus waiting for my friends. Then we decided to lunch in citicentre. We reached their, and when I parked Roger, my slipper tore. So I initially thought, big deal, I shall walk barefoot in citicentre and opened my seat to drop in my slippers. That was when my friends said we will go in search of a cobbler and get the slipper fixed. There I left my key, I mean Roger’s key to life dangling from the seat lock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found a cobbler, stitched the torn slipper. Reached citicentre and roamed and hogged at the place for an hour and half. Finally we decided to leave. I came down, searched my bag, key no where to be found. I asked the security there if he saw the key. He said no idea, get a mechanic and open the bike. It looked like Roger was frowning at my carelessness. We searched high and low, we couldn’t find the key. The bike next to Roger was missing, I said, maybe that guy when he took the bike, took my key also and right now Roger’s key would be hanging from his bike for dear life!!! We asked all the security personnel we came across. At last one of them asked me to go check in the office. We went down to the office, still no key. That is when I heard Roger singing. Then the parking manager called someone on the phone. He asked for Roger’s no. I told him, and he said somebody has the key, and is coming to give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited and the security guy with my key came, he asked Roger’s no. again, and asked for the parking ticket. Then he asked me my license and R/C book photocopy. I told him it is inside the bike. Then he gave me the key. I think I heard Roger’s yelp of joy in finding the key. Thank goodness I found the key, coz I had no clue where I kept the spare key at my home, and Roger is going to be really disappointed when he hears this. Then we went down the lane, took a photocopy, and gave it to the security guy. And all that started bad ended well, and still I can see Roger’s idiotic grin when I put his key back and gave him life……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3612419021491167622?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3612419021491167622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=3612419021491167622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3612419021491167622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3612419021491167622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-key-lost-love.html' title='Lost key lost love'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/R0GUKtlSzZI/AAAAAAAABKk/g4FZPRu029o/s72-c/DSCN4460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7701377017433714138</id><published>2007-10-21T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.895+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>CORNY-CHEESY-POEM OF THE SEM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RxssuecgcOI/AAAAAAAABKc/kJItNgjNlpM/s1600-h/dudeonhorse-history.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RxssuecgcOI/AAAAAAAABKc/kJItNgjNlpM/s320/dudeonhorse-history.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123738178022306018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Joy beyond boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Shivering from my head to toe&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay firm on ground&lt;br /&gt;But I end up floating in cloud 9&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz you are here&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armor’&lt;br /&gt;I traveled high and low&lt;br /&gt;While you galloped round and round&lt;br /&gt;I was blind till you came&lt;br /&gt;I went wild as a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz you are here&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armor’&lt;br /&gt;The deepest darkest feelings&lt;br /&gt;Took an upsurge from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;No way to control&lt;br /&gt;No place to hide&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz you are here&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armor’&lt;br /&gt;I can die right now&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at you&lt;br /&gt;But that is beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;As I want to live eternally&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz you are here&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armor’&lt;br /&gt;I am living my life in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Half dreaming half living&lt;br /&gt;Scared I will wake up from this dream&lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself only to find&lt;br /&gt;‘You are really here&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armor’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7701377017433714138?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7701377017433714138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7701377017433714138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7701377017433714138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7701377017433714138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/10/corny-cheesy-poem-of-sem.html' title='CORNY-CHEESY-POEM OF THE SEM!!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RxssuecgcOI/AAAAAAAABKc/kJItNgjNlpM/s72-c/dudeonhorse-history.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8821355369883507020</id><published>2007-10-18T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>-The alteration must not result in expulsion of a member *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RxdIaecgcNI/AAAAAAAABKU/McpWoPZDZKA/s1600-h/freedomSoars600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RxdIaecgcNI/AAAAAAAABKU/McpWoPZDZKA/s320/freedomSoars600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122642720843657426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One fine day I will be free&lt;br /&gt;I will fly across boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Perch on the topmost branches&lt;br /&gt;No power to tribunal&lt;br /&gt;Oh…oh…that wasn’t the line&lt;br /&gt;It was a line from CL class&lt;br /&gt;I am getting crazy&lt;br /&gt;Now where are we?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, on top most branches&lt;br /&gt;Tallest buildings&lt;br /&gt;I fly over vast expanse of sea&lt;br /&gt;Build the nest with love&lt;br /&gt;Collect twigs from far and low&lt;br /&gt;And make it a little heaven&lt;br /&gt;But…&lt;br /&gt;That fine day never dawns&lt;br /&gt;It is the day when&lt;br /&gt;The cages are extinguished&lt;br /&gt;There are no bars around me&lt;br /&gt;I am allowed to be free&lt;br /&gt;What do they call that stance?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a stance of peace&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM…&lt;br /&gt;The very thing I yearn for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no connections, a free way, a free style….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8821355369883507020?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8821355369883507020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8821355369883507020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8821355369883507020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8821355369883507020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/10/alteration-must-not-result-in-expulsion.html' title='-The alteration must not result in expulsion of a member *'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RxdIaecgcNI/AAAAAAAABKU/McpWoPZDZKA/s72-c/freedomSoars600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6045106851643148942</id><published>2007-10-05T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice and vidya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>I is You!! - The Lost and Found poem</title><content type='html'>In your heart's place&lt;br /&gt;There is an empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;For someone to come in and&lt;br /&gt;Make themselves an inn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me&lt;br /&gt;And find the world around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;It felt dry and cold earlier&lt;br /&gt;And now it seems all warm and cozy&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Or your happiness in receiving me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;OH! how i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to fill &lt;br /&gt;that empty space&lt;br /&gt;And make it a better place&lt;br /&gt;To leave a permanent trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;But why must i leave any trace?&lt;br /&gt;When i forever want to be within you&lt;br /&gt;And i know you wish the same too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, why my dear?&lt;br /&gt;Such indifference&lt;br /&gt;When i want to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;And that's why i will stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Till i find out the reason for your aversion&lt;br /&gt;Coz the feeling of your love speaks otherwise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we can make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Together, we can walk hand in hand along the sea shore&lt;br /&gt;together, we cam light our lives and glow in it&lt;br /&gt;OH! my dear...&lt;br /&gt;Do let me in&lt;br /&gt;In that place of your heart, and&lt;br /&gt;Make me the king of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;I love being in you and you in me&lt;br /&gt;Stay...Don't go...Oh please don't leave...&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to remove me from you now&lt;br /&gt;Its too late, Coz you are rooted in me&lt;br /&gt;Like a deep inflicted scar...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk with you to the world's end&lt;br /&gt;But, if you leave me and go in the end&lt;br /&gt;A part of me goes with you&lt;br /&gt;Your single flash of a smile at me&lt;br /&gt;Has disrupted me completely&lt;br /&gt;I try to get you out of my system&lt;br /&gt;But you are rooted to it like a stem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Now you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;How do i get you out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Out of my soul?, Out of my body?&lt;br /&gt;Each moment with you occupies every cell within me&lt;br /&gt;I don't just love you...i feel you alive in me&lt;br /&gt;How do i forget you?? by killing you??&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the only way...I've to die too&lt;br /&gt;Get you out of my mortal existence&lt;br /&gt;But what about the aura around my dead body?&lt;br /&gt;Can you put and end to that too?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH! Don't do this to me...&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me...&lt;br /&gt;Put a stop to my insanity&lt;br /&gt;Don't destroy my reason for living&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold on to you like there is no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Let us show to the world how good we are together&lt;br /&gt;OH! Do come back to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VidyAlice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6045106851643148942?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6045106851643148942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6045106851643148942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6045106851643148942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6045106851643148942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-is-you-lost-and-found-poem.html' title='I is You!! - The Lost and Found poem'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6879704606814338119</id><published>2007-09-17T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>Tr style</title><content type='html'>Nee kududa proxy&lt;br /&gt;Athu thanda classy&lt;br /&gt;Unna poga solvangada veliya&lt;br /&gt;Nee poda pal theriya&lt;br /&gt;Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....&lt;br /&gt;dandanakka...dadakunaka&lt;br /&gt;Collegena ithuthanda&lt;br /&gt;Matterna ingathanda&lt;br /&gt;Pasanga ulla vara try pannuvanga&lt;br /&gt;Ponnunga veliya poga kenjuvanga&lt;br /&gt;Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....&lt;br /&gt;dandanakka...dadakunaka&lt;br /&gt;Commercuna B.blocku&lt;br /&gt;Ulla vantha nee shocku&lt;br /&gt;Inga odunda pirranah&lt;br /&gt;Unna kadicha nee diwalah&lt;br /&gt;Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....&lt;br /&gt;dandanakka...dadakunaka&lt;br /&gt;Nanga stella maris collegeilla&lt;br /&gt;Pera ketta athirumilla&lt;br /&gt;Veliya poi ketu paruda&lt;br /&gt;Enga colleguna summava&lt;br /&gt;Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....&lt;br /&gt;dandanakka...dadakunaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6879704606814338119?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6879704606814338119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6879704606814338119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6879704606814338119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6879704606814338119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/09/tr-style.html' title='Tr style'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-1273619941812212849</id><published>2007-09-03T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>??????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtvEZov4c2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/PL14gPg5NGQ/s1600-h/qm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtvEZov4c2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/PL14gPg5NGQ/s320/qm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105890547268612962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An existence...&lt;br /&gt;A chance to prove&lt;br /&gt;A life to live&lt;br /&gt;But do we live it properly?&lt;br /&gt;Each moment is&lt;br /&gt;A chance&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity&lt;br /&gt;We realize it late&lt;br /&gt;And lose it to fate&lt;br /&gt;We are material&lt;br /&gt;To what is immaterial&lt;br /&gt;And immaterial&lt;br /&gt;To what is material&lt;br /&gt;We lose out on&lt;br /&gt;People, time and emotions&lt;br /&gt;And try to gain&lt;br /&gt;By nook or crook&lt;br /&gt;Wealth, riches and possessions&lt;br /&gt;But what did we bring to the World?&lt;br /&gt;And what are we taking from it?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;But we leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance, hatred and ruthlessness&lt;br /&gt;Which could have been&lt;br /&gt;Love, courage and happiness&lt;br /&gt;We have made a new world&lt;br /&gt;Out of corruption and destruction&lt;br /&gt;A world filled with darkness&lt;br /&gt;Where no way light can seep in&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we want?&lt;br /&gt;Is this why we exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1273619941812212849?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1273619941812212849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=1273619941812212849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1273619941812212849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1273619941812212849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='??????????'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtvEZov4c2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/PL14gPg5NGQ/s72-c/qm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-4600764349368060054</id><published>2007-09-02T07:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice and vidya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>Learn to live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtoaUYv4c0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/dd7rXhiRAMU/s1600-h/listen_learn_lead_live.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtoaUYv4c0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/dd7rXhiRAMU/s320/listen_learn_lead_live.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105422065120867138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;font color = "blue"&gt;Merry-Go-Round&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;Soon life comes around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;What a toaster&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes scarier than a monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "blue"&gt;Twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;Twirl and tide&lt;br /&gt;Makes us hide, From life's bad side&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very few abide&lt;br /&gt;To this rule&lt;br /&gt;Though it is too cool [:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "blue"&gt;It is like a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet and tastes like Toffee&lt;br /&gt;Once filled up to the brim&lt;br /&gt;It can't hold no more&lt;br /&gt;And there it remains grim&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be tasted&lt;br /&gt;To be relished&lt;br /&gt;Each and every sip...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes along love&lt;br /&gt;With its typical symbol of a dove&lt;br /&gt;To deter us away from hate&lt;br /&gt;Which spoils each one's fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "blue"&gt;But we are ignorant&lt;br /&gt;As we always are arrogant&lt;br /&gt;Of what we want,&lt;br /&gt;Of when we want,&lt;br /&gt;Of why we want,&lt;br /&gt;Out of life, Out of love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, true but what do we do&lt;br /&gt;Since we are crude and brood&lt;br /&gt;Over our past, present and future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "blue"&gt;We live life our way&lt;br /&gt;Demand things to stay&lt;br /&gt;Breaking rules and wishes&lt;br /&gt;Just so our lives are bliss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shine and stand out&lt;br /&gt;We easily lose ourselves without doubt&lt;br /&gt;To only end up fumbling and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And come back to our dwelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "blue"&gt;Material things, material possessions&lt;br /&gt;Makes us run hither to thither&lt;br /&gt;But we forget one thing&lt;br /&gt;That all that matters is people&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is immaterial&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live life in its true bloom sense&lt;br /&gt;With some fun and common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;VidyAlice**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue ones are written by me, black ones by alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a product of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rtoacov4c1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SnYK6bXCSkA/s1600-h/vid-ali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rtoacov4c1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SnYK6bXCSkA/s320/vid-ali2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105422206854787922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits for ambigram: gigi (&lt;a href="http://thegonefishingbook.blogspot.com"&gt;Lord Ripper the IInd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-4600764349368060054?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/4600764349368060054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=4600764349368060054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4600764349368060054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4600764349368060054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/09/learn-to-live.html' title='Learn to live...'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtoaUYv4c0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/dd7rXhiRAMU/s72-c/listen_learn_lead_live.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-9135630695327328404</id><published>2007-08-31T14:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.858+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>Oh! I Don't Care...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtfUoIv4cyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/L44bruV8zzY/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtfUoIv4cyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/L44bruV8zzY/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104782488655917858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ray of light&lt;br /&gt;Shining far in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Let me near it&lt;br /&gt;And make a strong mark&lt;br /&gt;You made me come up by an inch&lt;br /&gt;And slide down by two&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;I do my best &lt;br /&gt;And wait for rest&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;So true it seems&lt;br /&gt;But, it came to me&lt;br /&gt;And so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I don't try to breach&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me weep&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say&lt;br /&gt;But let me up&lt;br /&gt;And let me see&lt;br /&gt;But, Oh I don't care&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;Ray of light&lt;br /&gt;Here I come&lt;br /&gt;I am not so far&lt;br /&gt;That you seem less dark&lt;br /&gt;Let me reach you&lt;br /&gt;With all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Un-altered Un-shattered&lt;br /&gt;I do my best&lt;br /&gt;So I get the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-9135630695327328404?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/9135630695327328404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=9135630695327328404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/9135630695327328404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/9135630695327328404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-i-don-care.html' title='Oh! I Don&amp;#39;t Care...'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtfUoIv4cyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/L44bruV8zzY/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8511556861098746868</id><published>2007-08-29T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>The World is yours and yours alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtUvfYv4cxI/AAAAAAAAApw/jKEWy90v1Jg/s1600-h/the_world_is_yours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtUvfYv4cxI/AAAAAAAAApw/jKEWy90v1Jg/s320/the_world_is_yours.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104037968960058130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;On a whole new round&lt;br /&gt;On the fresh ground&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning&lt;br /&gt;A new adventure&lt;br /&gt;Gone is yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Now is the day&lt;br /&gt;For a fresh start&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind the past&lt;br /&gt;Burying it deep down fast&lt;br /&gt;Walls may tumble&lt;br /&gt;Hearts may crumble&lt;br /&gt;But nothing stops us&lt;br /&gt;From seeking forward&lt;br /&gt;Hope as bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Never give up&lt;br /&gt;Never lay low&lt;br /&gt;The world is yours&lt;br /&gt;And yours alone&lt;br /&gt;You travel each round&lt;br /&gt;Gain experience by a pound&lt;br /&gt;Stormy seas&lt;br /&gt;Rumbling Mountains&lt;br /&gt;Never let it alter your dream&lt;br /&gt;Dream within the dream&lt;br /&gt;And relish it with cream&lt;br /&gt;Coz the world is yours&lt;br /&gt;And yours alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8511556861098746868?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8511556861098746868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8511556861098746868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8511556861098746868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8511556861098746868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/08/world-is-yours-and-yours-alone.html' title='The World is yours and yours alone'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RtUvfYv4cxI/AAAAAAAAApw/jKEWy90v1Jg/s72-c/the_world_is_yours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6802536277081044725</id><published>2007-08-20T14:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.839+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>You wouldn’t go without me</title><content type='html'>Why??&lt;br /&gt;Why me??&lt;br /&gt;Why us if all people??&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to lishen to her??&lt;br /&gt;Who did we get laaful dames??&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to ansher attendance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was warming up notes of my laa clash, now for the real poetry flow scroll further down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RslX54v4cwI/AAAAAAAAApo/6S3ynETKVo4/s1600-h/moonscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RslX54v4cwI/AAAAAAAAApo/6S3ynETKVo4/s320/moonscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100704704971174658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You wouldn’t go without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I looked op at the moon&lt;br /&gt;The white beauty&lt;br /&gt;Transparent and glistening&lt;br /&gt;The lone angel of the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Guidance to the night walkers&lt;br /&gt;Walkers like us&lt;br /&gt;Cradling us in her presence&lt;br /&gt;Making every inch of us feel light&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;We walk down the lane&lt;br /&gt;Discussing memories, lives, people&lt;br /&gt;Moon played cupid&lt;br /&gt;And struck her pole star at my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was blinded with joy&lt;br /&gt;And turned to you starry eyed&lt;br /&gt;The silence was abrupt&lt;br /&gt;I shook my hand out of yours&lt;br /&gt;I distanced myself from you&lt;br /&gt;Like oil from water&lt;br /&gt;I saw the gleam in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I missed your amused smile&lt;br /&gt;I was still holding your gaze&lt;br /&gt;When tiny droplets of water touched me&lt;br /&gt;Bringing my senses back to reality&lt;br /&gt;The rain came down harder&lt;br /&gt;Just the time to discover&lt;br /&gt;That I was in love…&lt;br /&gt;You grabbed my hand and ran towards shelter&lt;br /&gt;Panting we stood huddled together&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your warm breath on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Daring not to look up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get away from you&lt;br /&gt;You held me tighter&lt;br /&gt;Your breathing was uneven&lt;br /&gt;It was ragged&lt;br /&gt;You engulfed me even tighter&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to breath&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you near me was unsettling&lt;br /&gt;I gathered myself and looked up&lt;br /&gt;The only way to fight you&lt;br /&gt;The wicked gleam was back in place&lt;br /&gt;Your pupils darkened in desire&lt;br /&gt;And I drowned myself into it&lt;br /&gt;Just the time to discover&lt;br /&gt;That I was in love&lt;br /&gt;With you-death&lt;br /&gt;Here you are&lt;br /&gt;Taking me with you&lt;br /&gt;Neither letting me live or die&lt;br /&gt;Torturing my soul&lt;br /&gt;Never letting it rest&lt;br /&gt;Making it haunt you forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6802536277081044725?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6802536277081044725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6802536277081044725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6802536277081044725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6802536277081044725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-wouldnt-go-without-me.html' title='You wouldn’t go without me'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RslX54v4cwI/AAAAAAAAApo/6S3ynETKVo4/s72-c/moonscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8435665410967206468</id><published>2007-08-09T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice and vidya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Dolu-dudette-ya poem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsUdLeCnSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7wY9T5DO0HU/s1600-h/dudette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsUdLeCnSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7wY9T5DO0HU/s320/dudette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096689894827400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yo man….listen to us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey! What’s up, dude?&lt;br /&gt;You look all dolu dolu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year dude!!&lt;br /&gt;Its making me all dolu dolu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh yeah rite man&lt;br /&gt;But call me dudette!&lt;br /&gt;With old laaful dames ‘round&lt;br /&gt;Our final yr totally rocks! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah….dudette!&lt;br /&gt;With our laa ma’am&lt;br /&gt;With our HOD&lt;br /&gt;With our ED ma’am&lt;br /&gt;They totally make it worthwhile man!&lt;br /&gt;What plans dudette? After college?&lt;br /&gt;Teaching laaful dames English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey yeah! That’s a good idea&lt;br /&gt;Can try tat out coz, I don’t see myself doin any yem bee yaay!!&lt;br /&gt;Me teachin guys n gals rap ‘n’ normal English! Cool, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be a gud idea man&lt;br /&gt;But a lil birdie dropped a note &lt;br /&gt;An yem bee yaay seat is reserved for ya&lt;br /&gt;In one of the ai ai yem institutes&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that true dudette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Huh, really??!! That’s even COOLER!!&lt;br /&gt;Cud I ask the little birdie for more??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask the lil birdie for more!!&lt;br /&gt;It will give you only its droppings dudette!!&lt;br /&gt;Game for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Naah!! Thanx a ton 4 lettin ,e kno, though&lt;br /&gt;So wat will ya be upto, semi- costy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-costy might become full-costy&lt;br /&gt;Work in a firm with gud looking guys…&lt;br /&gt;Prospects seems bright :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahaan! You smartass! Can I join ya?! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ai ai yem doesn’t take ya!!&lt;br /&gt;You can break through one of the offices&lt;br /&gt;And you will be runaway dudette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Runaway from wat? Ai ai yem or aapphis?&lt;br /&gt;Gad knows where me gonna end up man! :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be runaway dudette from yem bee yaay&lt;br /&gt;And become the dudette who followed her heart!&lt;br /&gt;(lol….quite corny it sound though!)&lt;br /&gt;And end up in a pile of rumble, tumble, stumble joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weee…thank ya!! Its always nice&lt;br /&gt;To have cheesy/campy friends like ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidyalice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the bold lines are a creation of alice while the italize ones are mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a product of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsWureCnUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5pS7VaYBRdM/s1600-h/vid-ali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsWureCnUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5pS7VaYBRdM/s320/vid-ali2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096692394498366786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Credits for Ambigram: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://thegonefishingbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lord Ripper the IInd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8435665410967206468?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8435665410967206468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8435665410967206468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8435665410967206468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8435665410967206468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/08/dolu-dudette-ya-poem.html' title='Dolu-dudette-ya poem!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsUdLeCnSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7wY9T5DO0HU/s72-c/dudette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2221772994732405646</id><published>2007-07-31T07:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rq6W6g7LdbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jAtRSa9-ux0/s1600-h/red.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rq6W6g7LdbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jAtRSa9-ux0/s320/red.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093174160617338290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Those few moments&lt;br /&gt;In the few nights&lt;br /&gt;In the few weeks&lt;br /&gt;In the few months&lt;br /&gt;Buried into her&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all senses&lt;br /&gt;Feeling only ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Will never come back&lt;br /&gt;Coz, she is gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone, completely&lt;br /&gt;To a world that cannot be reached&lt;br /&gt;I sent her to that world&lt;br /&gt;Far far away from me,&lt;br /&gt;She will never bother me again&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel a sense of despair?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like wrenching my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel lost?&lt;br /&gt;She stares back at me&lt;br /&gt;With those eyes that always burned with fire&lt;br /&gt;I look down to my blood stained knife&lt;br /&gt;All went still&lt;br /&gt;Something was heavy in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;She gave me few hours back&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were curved&lt;br /&gt;As if smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;I caught my throat&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like someone was gagging me&lt;br /&gt;I coughed I sputtered&lt;br /&gt;Something warm gushed to my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I spat it out&lt;br /&gt;It was dark red&lt;br /&gt;I was forgetting all my senses&lt;br /&gt;Felling a sense of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;I slowly stumbled next to her&lt;br /&gt;To the world I sent her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2221772994732405646?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2221772994732405646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2221772994732405646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2221772994732405646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2221772994732405646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rq6W6g7LdbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jAtRSa9-ux0/s72-c/red.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6382126619801406513</id><published>2007-07-25T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidyalice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice and vidya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>LaAs of Companeey!! #</title><content type='html'># the below is a piece of work ritten for pure fun and not to hurt anyone...these are results of ebdless boring sessions of company law classes in final yr of college!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqcbSA7LdSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8H4EBVSjH_E/s1600-h/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqcbSA7LdSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8H4EBVSjH_E/s320/diary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091067900065445154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compaeeny laa ees a veeary&lt;br /&gt;Intrsteng subject, no….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;You will staaart claash anshering attendance&lt;br /&gt;You willn leeaarn cashe laas by ASSbury!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where thaer ees aa confushun&lt;br /&gt;About altra wires and intraa vyers&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Isn’t eet the moost &lt;br /&gt;Intrsteng subject, no…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Then you can file a cashe in the koat&lt;br /&gt;There is nou confushun about vyers&lt;br /&gt;But only abouch the directars &lt;br /&gt;Of the companeey!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nou..nou…eet ees abouch&lt;br /&gt;A chlash rep’s pooweers in caalege&lt;br /&gt;Deed you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Am I clear to aall of youu…&lt;br /&gt;Listening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Yesh or nou….&lt;br /&gt;Follow me orr not…&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand in claash&lt;br /&gt;Youu cann get outch!&lt;br /&gt;Youu cann do everytheeng on yar own&lt;br /&gt;Doo articles, doo memoranduuum&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aasshes that we are,&lt;br /&gt;Gawd will never forgive ush&lt;br /&gt;But believe us lord, we can’t&lt;br /&gt;Stop LAUGHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;I haad only honaastly accepth&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me eet’s your aabit&lt;br /&gt;You must reaalisee the seriousness&lt;br /&gt;But LAUGHING is onlee naturaaal&lt;br /&gt;And let mee summarisee it&lt;br /&gt;Compaaneey’s act cannot be chainged&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poer me that aftar 20 yeears&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep injecting you weeth injuction!&lt;br /&gt;Are you steel listening…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Of coursee….arent we learning&lt;br /&gt;About injections, syrengie, medicines and band aids&lt;br /&gt;In companeey laa….&lt;br /&gt;So do we haav to listen….?&lt;br /&gt;On checond thoughts…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh we haav to listen&lt;br /&gt;For our internals are comeeenn&lt;br /&gt;So chwich aan your brains&lt;br /&gt;To the companeey doing laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Listen to ush….aal of youu&lt;br /&gt;3A1 studensh……&lt;br /&gt;Companeey laa clash is&lt;br /&gt;Veeary impotanch to&lt;br /&gt;Letch your creeativee brains&lt;br /&gt;Run free……..!!&lt;br /&gt;So lishen up everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Is it cleeear everybody?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thee yend!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VidyAlice**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** the black lines were ritten by alice aka lilratty and the blue ones by me aka zanychild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a ProduCt of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrfLZg7LevI/AAAAAAAAAoA/WhA9T-y018A/s1600-h/vid-ali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrfLZg7LevI/AAAAAAAAAoA/WhA9T-y018A/s320/vid-ali2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095765142588324594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Credits for Ambigram: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://thegonefishingbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lord Ripper the IInd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6382126619801406513?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6382126619801406513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6382126619801406513&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6382126619801406513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6382126619801406513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/07/laas-of-companeey.html' title='LaAs of Companeey!! #'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqcbSA7LdSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8H4EBVSjH_E/s72-c/diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2879009212561968570</id><published>2007-07-24T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.802+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice and vidya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>Mortifying BlisS *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqW7zQ7LdRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kM57jeGbO6Y/s1600-h/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqW7zQ7LdRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kM57jeGbO6Y/s320/bliss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090681443203118354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; The writers are not responsible for any bizarre reactions or consequences....it is at the readers' own risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Certified&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Only people over and above 18 years are permitted to read further ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran down the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Her heart was hammering in her chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But her mind forced her to run, run and run&lt;br /&gt;And she knew that was the only way out from the gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard its trigger&lt;br /&gt;'Swooosshhh' the bullet missed her by an inch&lt;br /&gt;She bumped into him&lt;br /&gt;They tumbled and fell down together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rolling over each other, they dropped into a pit&lt;br /&gt;Both now exchanged glances as if in a fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those steel gray ones met&lt;br /&gt;The deep blue of hers&lt;br /&gt;His face was impassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And she seemed evasive&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save herself from falling into the iris' depth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They heard the gun shots again&lt;br /&gt;And staggered to their feet&lt;br /&gt;Her feet wasn't steady&lt;br /&gt;But he was ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ready to hold her&lt;br /&gt;Ready to grab her&lt;br /&gt;Ready to love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled herself out of his grasp&lt;br /&gt;Only to be pulled into a firmer clasp&lt;br /&gt;He turned her to face him&lt;br /&gt;The sound was deafening&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If it was her heart or the shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She was lost, terribly lost in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Totally lost in him&lt;br /&gt;As if he had engulfed her in full&lt;br /&gt;Like fire to wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trembling in his hold&lt;br /&gt;He brought his face close&lt;br /&gt;Covering her mouth with his&lt;br /&gt;She shrieked in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She hadn't felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;But he had not done more,&lt;br /&gt;than place his lips on her&lt;br /&gt;Oh! wish he could do more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arms moved around his neck&lt;br /&gt;His hold on her became stronger&lt;br /&gt;He held to her possessively&lt;br /&gt;He deepened the kiss&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her nothing, but to respond&lt;br /&gt;To his possessive urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And before she knew ; she&lt;br /&gt;floated away from him&lt;br /&gt;Far far away into the ultimate darkness..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- VidyAlice**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I mean the above is a work of fiction by vidya and alice in company law class. the normal text is the work of me..thts vidya...the italized ones' are the work of Alice george john....she is lilratty in this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a product of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsX7beCnVI/AAAAAAAAAow/QADw5VbVbK4/s1600-h/vid-ali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RrsX7beCnVI/AAAAAAAAAow/QADw5VbVbK4/s320/vid-ali2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096693713053326674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Credits for Ambigram: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://thegonefishingbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lord Ripper the IInd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2879009212561968570?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2879009212561968570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2879009212561968570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2879009212561968570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2879009212561968570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/07/mortifying-bliss.html' title='Mortifying BlisS *'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqW7zQ7LdRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kM57jeGbO6Y/s72-c/bliss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7975135623315694575</id><published>2007-07-22T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.792+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Muggle ramblings of the past month</title><content type='html'>Well…..it has been months since I properly blogged….a lot has happened. I have made myself sit before the computer, open MS word and type. To start with, June July was the birthday month. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158267650045&amp;amp;site=widget-fd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158267650045&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/p1/504403158267650045/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158267650045&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/p2/504403158267650045/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with shilpa’s birthday on June 20th, which I missed due to my CWA exams  followed by dvija’s bday on June 25th. That was one hell of a comedy. I was supposed to surprise her. Loads of planning I tried to make in the months before. But alas, as usual it did not work!....so I thought I will drop in surprisingly at the place where she is giving treat to her friends, which I suspiciously walked out of saying I have one work or the other. But you see, she being that sweetoh friend of mine, is a confused one….till 6:00 she has not decided on the place. So I called her, to find out where exactly she was going. I tried my best, so that I won’t be left gaping outside some place and nobody turning up there. At last I asked her, Dvija where the treat is. I thought I will surprise you, but alas, that wont work I guess!  So she too sheepishly told me. And all set, now wat was left is only to go the treat. And there comes the lovely rain. Spoiling all my plans….I drive my bike and have gone a length, when it starts pouring badly. So I return back home. And call her up and apologize, so much for the surprises and plan!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqLt0g7LdQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VUJLncvJRKw/s1600-h/happy+bday!.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqLt0g7LdQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VUJLncvJRKw/s320/happy+bday!.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089892015329211650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came july 2nd, yazhini’s bday. She gave us treat at Anjappar, and I had my stomach full of the non-veg delicacies spread there in my own chettinad cuisine, the day being Monday, where it is not right to touch meat in my family :P.it was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was followed by Arunesh’s bday on july 11th, nothing much happened, as we have never met, and there was no opportunity to meet now too, as he was there in trichy. So I just called him up and wished him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Althea’s bday on july 12th. The surprise treat fro her organized in Mandrin, opposite our college, and to where she was taken all around the streets blind folded, that she did not know where we were. And then chased away from the restaurant coz there were closing for the day, were wonderful memories to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15th arun’s bday, same here. Nothing great happened, except the thing that his cell phone was mysteriously switched off before 8. all his friends and me called him up, only to get the message it was switched off. Then at 8 he picks up the phone, and says he doesn’t know how it got switched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes D-day, July 16th, when the most sweet person was born in this world….okies…..not the most sweet person…..but moi!.....my birthday! I turned 19!!....well a kinda normal day, all pink pink I went to college….which is very unlike me, coz I think pink is a bit too cheesy. But alas, I went all pink pink. And the same old classes, and comes dvija’s message in alice’s cell, that she would come to gango3 at 1:15. come 1:15, waiting ,waiting, and then she sends another message saying, she will come on half an hour. So half an hour of bored drudgery continued. Then I had a feeling that Dvija was waiting putside. So when I went to look with sherine. I find Alice and shilpa, coming into college with the cake, after they told me there were going to land mark. Alice bites me saying, I spoil all surprises, and shilpa says they will eat the cake themselves, as I spoilt the surprises. Then, I walk and find no sign of Dvija, I return back to cut the cake. The best cake evah. So chocolaty, so sinful. With all those poses in front of it given by me and Alice! Till the licking up part of the end pieces ;) then one more round of waiting up for Dvija, with Alice this time. Still she hasn’t turned up, and my patience has a certain extent to wait, so we both return back home, for a speedy lunch on my part to rush to watch harry potter and the order of phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqLtgw7LdPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZmfzP68rSjA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqLtgw7LdPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZmfzP68rSjA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089891676026795250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great experience, lots of shouting, but well I was a tad bit disappointed. It covered all the important parts of the book, but there was no quidditch, no prefect posts for ron and hermoine, choc hang turns traitor, a lot of unexplained things, that those who did not read the book may not understand. For example, harry and his friends ride on thestrals to the ministry of magic, when it is known that only luna lovegood and harry can only see those creatures. They dint explain how ron, hermoine and others rode them as they cant see them, and no centaur came to teach them divination. How I wished to see that centaur class! I hate that Umbridge lady! Fred and geroge weasleys exit was just so good, Grawp was sooo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I roaming around as if I have been bitten by the potter bug….oops, I haven’t yet completed the bday ride!...I came back home after the movie to find…surprise of surprise….abby and Dvija waiting for me in my room in darkness!! How sweet!!.....and well Dvija gave me DCH vcd…poor soul she did not know, I had it at home….alas, a great gift, given to the fact that I watched it the next day….and then I went to my grand parents house, and returned home, to call DD sir, coz his birthday was also on that day. One of my favorite sirs’, he did not pick up the phone. Then he called me back, saying he had 2 missed calls from me. Then I told him I called to wish him. He was surprised. He asked me how I knew. I told him ppl. Told me, and my bday was also today. He couldn’t believe it, he said that was wonderful and said good people are born on the same day (note: good ppl!!...moi! moi!!) that was just so sweeeettttt of him, I felt so happy…..and well it turned out to be a nice and a happy way to call it a day….and I went to bed with my head feeling light with happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqLtHg7LdOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W_8L9cyzeTU/s1600-h/hpdh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RqLtHg7LdOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W_8L9cyzeTU/s320/hpdh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089891242235098338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I am roaming as if the potter bug has bitten me! the book has released. The final book. My bro would have got it, aruna would have got it. They would be reading right now…..all I know is that harry will survive…..voldemort will be killed, lupin, Hedwig, snape ,tonks, bellatrix, dobby, crabbe, fred, wormtail will get killed….and harry is one of the horocruxes, and will get killed and return back after meeting Dumbledore, and snape was always on dumbledore’s side, and Dumbledore asked him to kill him, hufflepuf cup is one of the horocruxes, and the R.A.B is one of the Blacks, and tht locket is in possession of Umbridge, who will be knocked off. There are three deathly hallows, harry will get snaps’s pensive, and the fact of snape’s undying love to lily potter will be known. And the book ends with an epilogue 19 yrs later, where harry and ginny will be married with three children named james, albus severus, and lily. Ron and hermoine will be married with two children rose and hugo, draco will also be married with a child called Scorpious, and lupin and tonk’s child teddy will be harry’s godson. And Neville will become professor of herbology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above is true if you can believe Wikepedia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s about the blog…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7975135623315694575?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7975135623315694575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7975135623315694575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7975135623315694575'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-1854977059189570196</id><published>2007-07-16T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.782+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Birthday blues....greens...yellows!!</title><content type='html'>Well i am completely exhausted, excited, hyper, suprised....that i cant type!!&lt;br /&gt;my bday today!!&lt;br /&gt;was real great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just cant think otherwise&lt;br /&gt;will write in detail properly...&lt;br /&gt;for now....this is just to remind today was the birthday of a lil girl named 'vidya natarajan' who was born on this same day 19 years ago!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest to follow&lt;br /&gt;pics will later follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rpue7R7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Smx6hgI_9g4/s1600-h/choccake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rpue7R7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Smx6hgI_9g4/s320/choccake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087834945305826354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the bday cake was much sweeter, much chocolaty, much bigger, and more sinful!!&lt;br /&gt;it was just yummm....&lt;br /&gt;will put the cake pic too in the following post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well june july is a bday month!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1854977059189570196?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rpue7R7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Smx6hgI_9g4/s72-c/choccake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2895641194305055028</id><published>2007-07-07T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.773+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><title type='text'>Poems at the hour of LAW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dewdrop escape&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-8xesb-xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NxGaxn6JFKE/s1600-h/Morning_Dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-8xesb-xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NxGaxn6JFKE/s320/Morning_Dew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084490062563638034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are like the dew drops&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from the sun&lt;br /&gt;The sun caught you in its beam&lt;br /&gt;Sent its ray of path&lt;br /&gt;For you to travel&lt;br /&gt;At it’s every beck and call&lt;br /&gt;It adds you to its jewel of clouds&lt;br /&gt;It shines triumphantly&lt;br /&gt;You sneer back at it&lt;br /&gt;You are the gem that ran away&lt;br /&gt;And traveled on flowers and leaves&lt;br /&gt;You wallowed in their fragrance&lt;br /&gt;But your joy was short lived&lt;br /&gt;Moon would have let you go&lt;br /&gt;But the sun always finds you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9JOsb-yI/AAAAAAAAAag/53A2KsRDhHA/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9JOsb-yI/AAAAAAAAAag/53A2KsRDhHA/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084490470585531170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are the glorious sun&lt;br /&gt;Leading my way through darkness&lt;br /&gt;My heart jumps at the very sight of you&lt;br /&gt;Those unspoken words&lt;br /&gt;Those unspoken actions&lt;br /&gt;Strengthens our love&lt;br /&gt;When I have no family to look back to&lt;br /&gt;When I have no friends to look back to&lt;br /&gt;When I have no elders to look back to&lt;br /&gt;And to guide me, through my worries and fears&lt;br /&gt;You zoom wide and large before me&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I need not look back&lt;br /&gt;You are in right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;To chase away all my worries and fears&lt;br /&gt;I need no family, no friends, and no elders&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Just you&lt;br /&gt;For me to find eternal joy and happiness…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh my son…….&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9Xesb-zI/AAAAAAAAAao/p7iZvqS3bjY/s1600-h/mother_son.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9Xesb-zI/AAAAAAAAAao/p7iZvqS3bjY/s320/mother_son.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084490715398667058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You crossed rivers of struggle&lt;br /&gt;You climbed mountains of difficulties&lt;br /&gt;You walked on streets of confidence&lt;br /&gt;You glided on oceans of hope&lt;br /&gt;You jumped into the hall of fame&lt;br /&gt;You made me proud&lt;br /&gt;By making my heart swell with pride&lt;br /&gt;You- my son&lt;br /&gt;Your victory&lt;br /&gt;Brings an end to my worries&lt;br /&gt;No longer are people taunting me&lt;br /&gt;They look at me with awe&lt;br /&gt;They respect me for you&lt;br /&gt;I do not need riches and wealth&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you to succeed&lt;br /&gt;And it has happened&lt;br /&gt;Now I can rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to bother me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I will die peacefully&lt;br /&gt;As a mother of you&lt;br /&gt;Proud at heart&lt;br /&gt;Live long my child….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reality bites&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9kusb-0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3_6qKRb7ck4/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9kusb-0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3_6qKRb7ck4/s320/dream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084490943031933762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I dreamt&lt;br /&gt;I was traveling on a flying saucer&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt&lt;br /&gt;I was jumping in the Milky Way galaxy&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt&lt;br /&gt;I caught stars and collected them&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Never did I dream&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you&lt;br /&gt;That you will melt my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you will stay by my side when I need you&lt;br /&gt;That you will pamper me unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;Then, does it mean&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t a dream&lt;br /&gt;But reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nobody am I?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9vusb-1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/-2HuG4AFkQU/s1600-h/lonely.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-9vusb-1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/-2HuG4AFkQU/s320/lonely.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084491132010494802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We had a wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;You said you will bring the moon to me&lt;br /&gt;You said the flowers were jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;You said there was nobody like me&lt;br /&gt;Was it all a dream?&lt;br /&gt;A real bad dream&lt;br /&gt;Because, now you don’t even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t find the moon from my window&lt;br /&gt;There are no flowers blooming at me in my house&lt;br /&gt;Had I become nobody to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2895641194305055028?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2895641194305055028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2895641194305055028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2895641194305055028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2895641194305055028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/07/poems-at-hour-of-law.html' title='Poems at the hour of LAW'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Ro-8xesb-xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NxGaxn6JFKE/s72-c/Morning_Dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-819559591555357170</id><published>2007-07-02T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvija'/><title type='text'>School swEet scHoOl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px;height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4992192909298033854&amp;hl=en" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle"  quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: plzz pause krishna nee vedhame song&lt;br /&gt;u can find the widget above the calvin strip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Those streets never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The doors never closed&lt;br /&gt;The entrance always welcoming&lt;br /&gt;Come 3:30 you would see&lt;br /&gt;Crowd and crowds of children&lt;br /&gt;Lil ones, bigger ones&lt;br /&gt;Thinner ones, fatter ones&lt;br /&gt;All running helter skelter&lt;br /&gt;Here and there&lt;br /&gt;Far and low&lt;br /&gt;To reach back home&lt;br /&gt;In bus or own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless number of days&lt;br /&gt;We have cycled through those gates&lt;br /&gt;We ate and shared lunch&lt;br /&gt;Under that tree&lt;br /&gt;We have put ID card &lt;br /&gt;On the litter free zone plukcard&lt;br /&gt;And made it ‘free litter zone’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless number of days&lt;br /&gt;We have prayed to the pillayar&lt;br /&gt;To make the question paper easy&lt;br /&gt;We have stood in&lt;br /&gt;The scorching sun&lt;br /&gt;The rain&lt;br /&gt;And sang ‘gajanam’&lt;br /&gt;And mass drill on some Mondays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless number of days &lt;br /&gt;We have practiced for March past&lt;br /&gt;Spent loitering in the corridors&lt;br /&gt;During the special zero periods&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to school at 7:30 for special classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless number of days&lt;br /&gt;We have spent planning for mass bunking&lt;br /&gt;We have got caught for not wearing two plaits&lt;br /&gt;We have fought in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;to get hold of a plate of dosa sambar or pongal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Never will those days come back&lt;br /&gt;Being there for the alumni meet&lt;br /&gt;We felt a sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;We missed the campus&lt;br /&gt;The trees&lt;br /&gt;The pillayar &lt;br /&gt;The hut&lt;br /&gt;The lake&lt;br /&gt;The swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;The black boards&lt;br /&gt;The chalk and duster&lt;br /&gt;The benches with graffiti&lt;br /&gt;The 30 minutes lunch breaks&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes of break and meditation each&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sound of the bell&lt;br /&gt;Awww……&lt;br /&gt;It never compensates&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come near those precious days&lt;br /&gt;Spent in CV&lt;br /&gt;A home away from home&lt;br /&gt;Miss you CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are pictures taken on the alumni meet on 1st July 2007&lt;br /&gt;Miss school like anything !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: plzz pause krishna nee vedhame song&lt;br /&gt;u can find the widget above the calvin strip&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-819559591555357170?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/819559591555357170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=819559591555357170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-1725056463582601232?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1725056463582601232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=1725056463582601232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1725056463582601232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/1725056463582601232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/clicking-my-way-to-glory.html' title='Clicking my way to glory!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2182942026353987983</id><published>2007-06-23T07:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>BLUE Moon has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnyGH4PYisI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lZGQo7Jd8pM/s1600-h/color_pencil_cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnyGH4PYisI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lZGQo7Jd8pM/s320/color_pencil_cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079081949681191618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #000   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#FF8000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="92" height="140" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/turn.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3691d75a-ae88-4b22-90ef-d76838cfdac9&amp;amp;theName=TRULY MADLY DEEPLY&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF8000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3691d75a-ae88-4b22-90ef-d76838cfdac9/TRULY-MADLY-DEEPLY/?widget=flash_player_turn"&gt;TRULY MADLY DEEPLY...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; plz do wait to hear the song till krishna nee vedhame song gets over :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A new beginning &lt;br /&gt;A reason for living….”&lt;br /&gt;Went the savage garden song in my system&lt;br /&gt;Of course a new beginning, a new reason to live again. Don’t worry ppl I aint in love. The love bug is still far from me to bite me, even though the song is for people in love. [;-)]. Well to start with maybe if god wishes I might be a semi qualified cost accountant in 2 months (that is if god wants me to pass the last 4 papers I rote till yesterday if I rate it for you. The first day paper was terrible, second day worse, third day bad, fourth was kind of okay) and even I can be placed by the institute and earn a minimum of 20k per month. Now isn’t that a reason to be happy. And the new beginning is I am done with it, the inter part of CWA. Now I need not go to dreading and boring morning classes. No exams, not much pressure to study. Only college and more of fun.  It is a new academic year, whoa we are third years. The final year students. That definitely is a new beginning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more year of studies in a campus. One more year in the company of friends. No worry, only play and of course a little bit of study too. One more year of getting up at 7:15 and rushing to be at college at 7:55. One more year of checking the safety borders of attendance. One more year of copying notes and getting photocopies and losing them all over again. One more year of blogging in my notebooks in class hours. One more year of witnessing fresher’s talent day, freshies party, inter years, inter collegiate culturals as a student. One more year of sitting in the canteen waiting for the dosas to arrive. One more year to sign up in everything and attending guest lectures and career counseling programmes. One more year of trying to bunk classes. One more year to become an alumnus of a great institution. One more year of driving my beloved friends to death by my non stop crappings. One more year full of dreams and plans to be fulfilled. One more year of memories to be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the year pass, and the responsibility we have to carry on our shoulders and face the world will be higher than the responsibility with which we entered the portals of the college. I remember how I wrote about the first step into the portals of Stella Maris. It was not so good. I was so new to everybody, and yet it turned out so great in a couple of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how life will be. What we would do in a year or so. But right now, I live for the moment, no more pressure on my side to study hard, and my life seems to have changed from a bag of thorns which it had been till yesterday to a bag full of beautiful roses. I agree I look at the world through rose colored glasses. Of course, you may think I have great expectations from life. Why should not I? It is my life, my only life. I don’t even know what other chance other than having a life I will have to express my opinions and thoughts. So I decide to live to the fullest possible extent. The moment is yours. Life is a beautiful thing filled with little worries, sorrows, joys, tears and happiness. If one learns not to brood over spilt milk, and go on ahead in life with a positive approach that ‘what happened is for the good….what is happening is also for the good….and what will happen is also for our good’ life will be best to live. But alas aren’t we normal humans. We are never satisfied. How much ever we get. That is common nature. If it were absent, then there would be no common man. Did you not know, god love commoners that was why he made a lot of them, if there was no satisfying thirst, we all would have been gods and goddesses attaining moksha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I can say is….I though it was a long time I poured in my emotions in this space, so let us live each day, and tackle our problems as it comes. Well if we aren’t satisfied with what is happening, we shall get up the next day and search higher for it. So that we go higher and higher in life….till we touch the dear sky. Once we touch it, we shall drop a ‘hi’ to god up there in heaven in the sky and thank him for creating us, and maybe ask him to reserve a seat next to him for us when we reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: if you are wondering what the title has got to do with the blog, sorry for the interruption of your thoughts, even I myself am guessing the connection [;)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2182942026353987983?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2182942026353987983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2182942026353987983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2182942026353987983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2182942026353987983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/blue-moon-has-arrived.html' title='BLUE Moon has arrived!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnyGH4PYisI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lZGQo7Jd8pM/s72-c/color_pencil_cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-690588437643024799</id><published>2007-06-21T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.069+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>I look liKE thEm....whoa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_2/30p629_38505214a0a764lajkdi29" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyoncé Giselle Knowles (IPA pronunciation: [bi.jɔn.ˈseɪ][1]) (born September 4, 1981) is an American R&amp;B singer, songwriter, record producer, actress, dancer, fashion designer, and model. Knowles rose to fame as the creative force and lead singer of R&amp;B girl group Destiny's Child, the world's best-selling female group of all time.[2][3][4] After a series of commercially successful releases with the group, Knowles released her debut solo album Dangerously in Love in 2003. The album became one of the biggest commercial successes of the year, topping the album charts in the U.S. and the UK. It also spawned the number-one singles "Crazy in Love" and "Baby Boy" and earned Knowles five Grammy Awards in a single night in 2004. Knowles' sophomore album, B’Day, which was released worldwide on September 4, 2006 (her twenty-fifth birthday), continued her success. The album spawned the UK number-one singles "Déjà Vu" and "Beautiful Liar", as well as the worldwide number-one hit "Irreplaceable". The album also earned Knowles her seventh solo Grammy Award (she has won ten in total). Knowles has contributed to the soundtracks to films in which she has starred, including Dreamgirls (2006), for which she received two Golden Globe Award nominations, one for acting and another for the soul hit "Listen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Ziyi (章子怡; pinyin: Zhāng Zǐyí) (born February 9, 1979 in Beijing, China) is one of the most well-known Chinese film actresses working today, with a string of Chinese and international hits to her name. She has worked with renowned directors such as Zhang Yimou, Ang Lee, Wong Kar-Wai, Seijun Suzuki and Rob Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Aldrin in How I Met Your Mother (2005-present) Alyson Hannigan (born Alyson Lee Hannigan on March 24, 1974) is an American actress who plays Lily Aldrin in the CBS sitcom How I Met Your Mother. She is also known for her previous roles as Willow Rosenberg on the television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer and flautist Michelle Flaherty in the American Pie film series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Marie Underwood (born March 10, 1983) is an American pop country music singer who won the fourth season of American Idol. She has since become a multi-platinum selling recording artist. Her debut album, Some Hearts, was certified 6x platinum, and is the fastest selling debut country album in Nielsen SoundScan history[1] Underwood is the first American Idol winner to sweep up honors at all three major music awards in the same awards show season (06-07), including one American Music Award, eight Billboard Music Awards, and two Grammy Awards (including Best New Artist). Her critically acclaimed CD has sold the most out of any debuts by an American Idol winner. Her album Some Hearts has yielded five number one hits to date on various charts in the United States and Canada, including "Inside Your Heaven", "Jesus, Take the Wheel", "Before He Cheats" and "Wasted"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-690588437643024799?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/690588437643024799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=690588437643024799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/690588437643024799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/690588437643024799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-look-like-themwhoa.html' title='I look liKE thEm....whoa!!!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-5922583938449672551</id><published>2007-06-17T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men i admire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalities'/><title type='text'>Men i Admire!</title><content type='html'>These are people who made me want to achieve something in life...they have come through difficulties....through success...yet they remain humble enough. And they have amazing qualities and talent that one would yearn for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970199445918&amp;amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:325px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=24&amp;amp;sk=4&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=360287970199445918&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p1/360287970199445918/bb_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=24&amp;amp;sk=4&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=360287970199445918&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p2/360287970199445918/bb_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9073096872795552297-5922583938449672551?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/5922583938449672551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=5922583938449672551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5922583938449672551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/5922583938449672551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/men-i-admire.html' title='Men i Admire!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2069054090253315449</id><published>2007-06-15T19:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.753+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressionless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law class kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>Escape..............??? and Lost in You</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Escape....??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKWDIPYikI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G3FbuNXxS6o/s1600-h/mooncastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKWDIPYikI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G3FbuNXxS6o/s320/mooncastle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076284710495750722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of the moon flooded the window&lt;br /&gt;That window, The narrow window&lt;br /&gt;The only means of escape&lt;br /&gt;The only source of light&lt;br /&gt;The narrow beam of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Shone on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Such anguished eyes&lt;br /&gt;Once seen, never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The moon must have realized&lt;br /&gt;As it hid behind black clouds&lt;br /&gt;Once hidden, darkness engulfed.&lt;br /&gt;Dark everywhere, not a pinch of light.&lt;br /&gt;She screamed&lt;br /&gt;A scream never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Coz it echoed through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Will she escape???&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lost in You...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKj5oPYilI/AAAAAAAAAPc/648NeXICoqU/s1600-h/seashore.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKj5oPYilI/AAAAAAAAAPc/648NeXICoqU/s320/seashore.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076299940449782354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see waves&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to touch my feet&lt;br /&gt;They touch me and go far away&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;The loose sand of the beach&lt;br /&gt;It caresses me but….doesn‘t stick to me&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;The moon was rising&lt;br /&gt;The sun was setting &lt;br /&gt;In two extreme corners&lt;br /&gt;Just like us&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKkEoPYimI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4YNOq3uJQLE/s1600-h/feet+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKkEoPYimI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4YNOq3uJQLE/s320/feet+on+beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076300129428343394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2069054090253315449?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2069054090253315449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2069054090253315449&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2069054090253315449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2069054090253315449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/escape-and-lost-in-you.html' title='Escape..............??? and Lost in You'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnKWDIPYikI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G3FbuNXxS6o/s72-c/mooncastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-6395176185927243606</id><published>2007-06-13T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.743+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamz'/><title type='text'>Dreamz-continued-Chapter 5- Dooms day~~</title><content type='html'>For flash back of this series of chapter 1-4..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnAS2YPYijI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q7J7JHNaeIk/s1600-h/Swirl+Mandala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnAS2YPYijI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q7J7JHNaeIk/s320/Swirl+Mandala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075577505475758642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamz-chapters-1-4.html"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;click here&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvind’s train landed in Chennai junction. He was anxious to reach home. It has been almost a year since he came home. He has not seen much of the world outside expect the greenery of his IIT campus in Delhi. Hawkers shouting “kapi, kapi”, “idly, dosai” etc were refreshing to him from the usual shouts of “chai, chai” of Delhi. He was back home, after completing 3 years of engineering. One more year to go and he will be graduating from IIT. He couldn’t wait to meet his family and Arjun his non-identical twin. He had a lot to tell him. He was greeted by his father and Arjun with a thump on his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached home, his mom was waiting for him with all the delicacies that only a mother can offer her child. After which, Arvind and Arjun left house for a game of cricket with their colony friends, and in the process Arvind caught up with all that was happening at Chennai. Arjun had indeed changed, he observed. He found him a bit quiet. When he asked him why he was so reserved, Arjun wasn’t coming up with a proper answer. After constant nagging by Arvind, he said about his CAT and deepthi. “Deepthi?” asked Arvind. “Yes Arvi, she is from b’lore” said Arjun. For a moment Arvind has tensed hearing deepthi’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepthi had come to Arjun’s home that day. She knocked on the door. Arvind opened. They both froze seeing each other. Arjun was coming from his room, to see who it was. And he grinned seeing it was deepthi. Maybe because of seeing deepthi he didn’t see the look on Arvind’s face. He asked her to come in. and she barely came in and he made introductions to Arvind. He said “Hi”, his voice was hoarse, and she barely recovered from shock and managed to say “hi”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepthi couldn’t believe her eyes. What was Arvind doing in Arjun’s house? How could he be related to him? She mistook his shock to be contempt in his eyes. She could see the hatred in his eyes. She just wanted to flee away from the place. But Arjun wasn’t much help. He was going on and on about Arvind, and his recent basket ball match. She turned to look if Arvind was still in the hall. He was there, boring his eyes into her. All was not going to be the same at home he thought. How could deepthi be in Chennai of all places, and his home here was a big puzzle to him? He had seen her. Her face did not give away anything of what she was thinking. But he realized she was shocked to see him here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepthi turned her head back to what Arjun was saying. She had not followed him. And all she could think was. Her past, it was here to haunt her forever. What did Arvind know how he was making her feel now by staring at her. She was feeling that he must think her as a big slut, when she clearly wasn’t one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached home feeling sick. She had gone to give Arjun his notes. She wondered if Arvind will reveal her past to Arjun. She was just framing her new life here. She had just made good friends. She was slowly relieving from her past, and looking towards the light of her future. And here she was, being dragged again to the darkness. The past did not want to leave her. She felt sick to go to college the next day. She was in a miserable state, and wanted to shut herself from everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvind did not know what to say, when Arjun could not stop talking about her. Her…Deepthi. The same deepthi he had seen that night. That night which changed him, changed his life completely. He was helpless that day. He couldn’t do anything, he felt empty. He felt all was lost. Things never were the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-6395176185927243606?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6395176185927243606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=6395176185927243606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6395176185927243606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/6395176185927243606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreamz-continued-chapter-5-dooms-day.html' title='Dreamz-continued-Chapter 5- Dooms day~~'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RnAS2YPYijI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q7J7JHNaeIk/s72-c/Swirl+Mandala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2454808729601059953</id><published>2007-06-02T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvija'/><title type='text'>Dj or Dvija....r u a loosie or a doggie....still i wish u on ur bday!!!</title><content type='html'>Dvijavanthi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about her?&lt;br /&gt;The to be birthday gal in 21 days&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! Dvija you are turning 20!!!! Can u believe it….oops….it isn’t manners to reveal the age of on gorgeous lady like u (!!!!....gorgeous…note that point loosie!!)…so what shall I do now?....I revealed it…now there is no turning back! Sorry buddy…let the world know you are a 20 year old…what did I say?…yeah, gorgeous lady in here…little do they know that you are still a 2 year old…and god just made us all add a  0 to the  2!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I have a blog for you buddy!....the crazy one…though I am the zany one!...what can I reveal to the world about you, my dear? Should I be nice….or….you know embarrass you to the core? Well I guess a lil bit of the former and a large portion of the later will describe the apt you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970198704290&amp;amp;site=widget-a2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;sk=12&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=360287970198704290&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/p1/360287970198704290/bb_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;sk=12&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=360287970198704290&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/p2/360287970198704290/bb_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dvija or DJ as she prefers to be called now….is a crackpot! (What do you expect from a close buddy of mine people?!) She spins along with the world. She is very punctual to wherever she has to go. If you tell her- be there at 8:00…she will perfectly come at 9:00! And give you a hoard of excuses. I can count on my fingers the no. of prayer sessions she has attended in school. Coz she was constantly late and will by twist and turn get into the class without anybody noticing her absence in the prayer! I share many a memory with her. We have toured more of the first floor in our school than the ground floor where our class is spying for you know who. Before I got to know her, I remember her as the same person, who like me used to come to the canteen at 12:40 that is when the bell signals that lunch hour is over!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIi7q0_e_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BNc211yeMZM/s1600-h/happy+bday!.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIi7q0_e_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BNc211yeMZM/s320/happy+bday!.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071654538876779506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must tell you the level of our wave lengths….they just differ for both of us by .5 frequencies...we both have very similar tastes…which I still wonder! Well maybe all cancerians are like that! She is a very good dancer. I have attended all her dance programs. I can never miss them….err….believe me people. I attend all these programs….okai…okai…fine… I give in. I have seen her dance only in our annual day, and couldn’t make it to the other programs. But people have told me, she is real good…or else who will cry if she doesn’t get one step right, even when the audience couldn’t make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her college friends about her. They said, she is sweet, cute, (what did you pay them to say this Dvija!), and talkative and would not stop till she has made her point (well I agree with that!). And her favorite words are ‘shut up’ and ‘whatever’. And ‘loosie’ too….lolz…that’s how we both have been calling each other for a long time. Our conversation usually starts like this.&lt;br /&gt;She or me: hi loosie&lt;br /&gt;Me or she: sollu loosie!&lt;br /&gt;Guffaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I remember she is a sleeping beauty. According to what deepthi said in her testimonial to her. Her favorite past time is to sleep, sleep and more sleep! And well she is adorable (hmmm…..aint I flattering you too much dear?) and real down to earth. Yes deepthi I agree with you, she is under the ground only…lolz…and Dvija, deepthi also mentioned you are very good at solving problems!!(*thinking deeply* is it you, who solves problems or creates them?!!)&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: deepthi’s testimonial)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIjHa0_fAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nbcro7ptG7k/s1600-h/golden_retriever_puppy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIjHa0_fAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nbcro7ptG7k/s320/golden_retriever_puppy_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071654740740242434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dvija has the annoying habit of hitting her stomach!!(lolz…I am luving this part of embarrassing you sweety!!) And of course she is very caring and will bring you papayas if you aren’t feeling well. How could I forget those big lunch boxes she used to bring to school? I ate 80% of the stuffed rotis her mom made for the break period. And those vadas and kesaris she used to bring on special occasions….slurp…I am getting hungry just thinking of it…missing it all man!!&lt;br /&gt;She is real caring and real freako! And short tempered (are u?? I wonder?)&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: maggie’s testimonial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is born with a coconut head and an extra large bum (guffaw!!) and is a female jug head. I remember the time she told me, that she gulped down one entire loaf of bread! And I place a request here to god to give the Mr. right, whom she is gonna end up with, loads of energy, coz she is bound to drain him very quickly (*wink*) she gives you lectures too and that too boring ones…so don’t you ever go to her for life saving advices (lol)&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: shravanthi’s testimonial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIjT60_fBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CB6W-VszKq4/s1600-h/birthday_pig_cake_hg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIjT60_fBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CB6W-VszKq4/s320/birthday_pig_cake_hg_wht.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071654955488607250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a dork head to me. I don’t know where all that spice and flavor in my life would have gone, If it weren’t for her and abby. We three spent the best of our lives together. The last 4 years of school. Being the same bench mates for 2 years. We have fooled one a many that we were very good students in class, much to the envy of our class mates, coz they knew the real us! I always used to amuse myself thinking wat god thought when he created us. Well did he think the world needed a pair of crazy clowns? I always used to find Dvija’s thoughts to my problems or of others as nonsensical! No one can get weirder than her at those times (maybe except me *wink*wink*) and one can never get senti around her. She is just not the senti type. And I for one celebrate my friendship with abby and her with an emotional line that is invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got to know the real her. We thought she was this silent kid. But now we can’t think anything about her except her constant jabbering mouth. Her glasses, braces, cycle with that trademark cap of hers and her hair dos- it is so hard to forget all these. And of course how could I forget that relationship she shared with a particular leech!!....yikes….only she can do that!&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: abby’s testimonial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a cute, lil, adorable doggy which always bites and scratches ppl whenever possible...oh yeah she does it...just when u are thinking " oh my god ,what a sweet gal", she would turn into this unmanageable monster and try to attack u in ever possible way...so ppl beware of her..;-)....she is reckless too the core in the sense she might even leave her slippers at her friend’s  place and walk all the way home, not realizing it until she reaches her place....yeah thats dj..my darling...I guess she has sum kinda amnesia....or sumthing...sob sob...in spite of all this... she is my BESTTT FRIEND....my sweetie pie..and my baby boooo..first when I met her, I was thinking ..." what a calm and composed gal "...little did I know at that time...if u can entertain her the whole day without she getting bored ,then it means u deserve a NOBLE PRIZE for it...she can never do a particular activity for more than few hours...oops few mins.. But of course she would get a NOBLE PRIZE for seeing T.V. and sleeping. And she is horrible in lying...I mean u can literally see her blushing...And turning all pink and fumbling with words...oh my god she looks so cute ...I mean how many any of us ...can look like a white bunny rabbit turning all pink...;-)..You can often see a red vein popping out of her head..it pops out at all unwanted places...it would be jumping up like crazy that often her friend ramya has to use a hammer to put it back in its place..Phew...I know a lot of work involved... ok now tuning into a more serious mode. I can very well say that...dj has always been an awesome friend ( she never says such things abt me :-(...)she has always been there for everyone...whether it is to console when we are too depressed or asking us to tune it down when we get too enthusiastic.. lolz...always advices us on things like ( its ok ramz...go on a date ..Nothing wrong. Its time to enjoy) (*.hehe*) and believe me when I say, her advice can be very misleading at time...Lolz...she would genuinely criticize and appreciate people...she is awesome at arguing about something that she herself knows has no point. And when she is at a loss if words. She always fills it up by saying “whatever",” get lost"... if u can get catch her through her mobile phone...Or if u get a reply for ur SMS, you should consider urself very lucky and gifted, coz half the time, her cell would be each switched off, or no balance, or no charge. She can be loving and sweet, and irritating and argggg all at the same time...That u would feel like kissing and hugging her and the next moment banging her head with a huge rock...lolz....whatever plus and minus she has, however crazy and mad she might get…however stupid and arrogant she gets (I am going to be beaten up badly for all this later)..I would always say that “SHE IS MY SWEET HEART  ...AND THAT I CAN NEVER FIND SUMONE LIKE HER.LOVE U LOADS...UMAHH!&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: ramz testimonial….it was too good…that I just copied and pasted it here *wink*and I can totally rely the above to her entire friend list…we can never find someone like her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely you are worth to get a noble prize if you get a reply from her in her cell. Coz her dad would have taken the charger for the phone, and she ends up with no charge for 2 to 3 days. Her balance is no more. And if you call the landline, her mom would say she left the cell at home. So I can conclude her cell will lie in her home when it is properly working, and will lie again in her home when it is not working….(*Big wide Grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write pages and pages about this insane lil, crazy friend of mine. But right now I need to clear my thoughts and find if I myself am in a sane or insane state! And all that is said above may be true and fictional. Truth are those where I mention she has a coconut head, freako….etc….fiction is where I say she is cute, adorable and most importantly gorgeous!! (*Lolz**bigger grin**wink**wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hear my dear Dvija….the song is just for you and the child in all of us that hasn’t changed a bit!…and the lyrics does apply a little to you too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="108" height="185" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/chello.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/6772ae63-ef66-4b16-b894-ee0623ff76e0&amp;amp;theName=DevathaiVamsam(2)&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/6772ae63-ef66-4b16-b894-ee0623ff76e0/DevathaiVamsam(2)/?widget=flash_player_chello"&gt;DevathaiVamsam(2)....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dedicate the song to all my best friends and Dvija’s best friends &lt;br /&gt;And here is the scale of craziness rate for her from her friends&lt;br /&gt;Deepthi gave u 11 0n 10&lt;br /&gt;shravanthi 10 on 10&lt;br /&gt;Alice 8.5 on 10&lt;br /&gt;ramya 8 on 10&lt;br /&gt;sanju 9 on 10&lt;br /&gt;me..... 50 on 10....and i get 50% share in it.. &lt;br /&gt;Maggie gives u a full 10 on 10 for the endurance of ur craziness&lt;br /&gt;Abby also gives a 50 on 10!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIkAa0_fDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2uoI0fUvSNA/s1600-h/crawlingbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIkAa0_fDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2uoI0fUvSNA/s320/crawlingbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071655719992785970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURTH BURTH BURTHDAY TO U&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURTH BURTH BURTHDAY TO U&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURTH BURTH BURTHDAY TO U MY DEAR LOOSIE&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAR DOGGIE&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAR PIG&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURTH BURTH 20TH BURTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv u loads and loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-2454808729601059953?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2454808729601059953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=2454808729601059953&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2454808729601059953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/2454808729601059953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/06/dj-or-dvijar-u-loosie-or-doggiestill-i.html' title='Dj or Dvija....r u a loosie or a doggie....still i wish u on ur bday!!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RmIi7q0_e_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BNc211yeMZM/s72-c/happy+bday!.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-156264334235294321</id><published>2007-05-31T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.077+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakshin chitra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Life is a dream!.....so take fotos!</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl!&lt;br /&gt;Halo&lt;br /&gt;I went to dakshin chitra recently&lt;br /&gt;A very good place to test my skills in taking Fotos&lt;br /&gt;Here are the snapshots i have taken!&lt;br /&gt;Hope U like them&lt;br /&gt;And leave ur precious comments and words of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-67.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188084724071&amp;amp;site=widget-67.slide.com" style="width:350px;height:262px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;amp;sk=27&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=144115188084724071&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p1/144115188084724071/bb_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;amp;sk=27&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=144115188084724071&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p2/144115188084724071/bb_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Life is full of memories to treasure&lt;br /&gt;What better way to do them then to take Photos!&lt;br /&gt;So live every moment of your life and treasure the best moments with a click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanchild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-156264334235294321?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/156264334235294321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=156264334235294321&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/156264334235294321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/156264334235294321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-dreamso-take-fotos.html' title='Life is a dream!.....so take fotos!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-316376780068754149</id><published>2007-05-27T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english theatre'/><title type='text'>Best of Python hySsteria side A by EVAM</title><content type='html'>Finally they were back in Chennai after all the rounds in Bangalore and other cities. So I was back to my fun filled weekends of watching Evam plays. Well this ritual started recently in my last semester. When I came to know that they were playing near my house in Sivagami petachi auditorium in Alwarpet. So the play this time was Python hysteria, craziest British comedy ever based on the incredibly funny Monty Python series. This play was the one that won in the &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=2401889"&gt;Evam community&lt;/a&gt; in orkut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evam is an English theatre group in the city formed by Sunil Vishnu and Karthik kumar. And now they are a big team, if I did not tell you Team Evam rocks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrU60_efI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LwNr6R-Uy20/s1600-h/karthik.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrU60_efI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LwNr6R-Uy20/s320/karthik.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069200862715279858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrcK0_egI/AAAAAAAAAJU/94Bi4LDYdK4/s1600-h/sunil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrcK0_egI/AAAAAAAAAJU/94Bi4LDYdK4/s320/sunil.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069200987269331458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrlK0_ehI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HfftM9NRs2U/s1600-h/team+evam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrlK0_ehI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HfftM9NRs2U/s320/team+evam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069201141888154130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was side A. A series of comic sketches were enacted by the actors. The show was supplemented with slide shows giving us the most crazy information about the comic sketch, that is going to be enacted and further accompanied by the dancers who took us to each strip by dancing their way to get the stage ready. The whole experience of watching the play was further enhanced by the lighting that was just apt for each sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s abnormal and weird for us may be absolutely normal and logical for someone out there!”- This is from the director’s note of python hyssteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllpmK0_eeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/myePchpjMmU/s1600-h/python.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllpmK0_eeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/myePchpjMmU/s320/python.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069198960044767714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people with that let us enter the forest where the python is the king and Evam is the keeper of the python and now it has been let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 4 hyssterical gentlemen watching a hyss cricket match and talking among themselves about how poor they were and due to which they were happy (this was really hilarious) these are gentlemen who will get up in the morning as early as 10 o clock in the night, and when they come back home will be assassinated by their father who will sing around the graveyard halleluiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hysspital where if you are a person wanting to experience adventure and fun is welcomed gracefully. This hysspital treats you with abuse, damage and argument!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We also have the 20th century python which produces hysteric movies by an amazing director and with six best writers .The sketch of six best writers was the most rib tickling one. Especially their discovery of the word splunch!!! (MS word isn’t accepting this word ‘splunch’ and is giving me a big red line under it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hysspital where the doctor says, ‘me doctor, u Mr.B , your wife patient and  she nurse’ and in the end gets confused and makes himself the nurse and searches for a doctor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hyss airport where pilots play while flying, and a terrorist who enters to hijack the plane and ends up asking if I am troubling you, and asking to be thrown on a haystack, which he misses too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a smuggler who blabbers everything about smuggling watches from Swiss, but even after confession the police will not accept him guilty and let him go, and catch a priest instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hyss book warehouse store which doesn’t have books by David Copperfield, Oliver Twist by Edmund west, Charles dickkens.  The book store will also buy you the books you want and even read to you if you can’t read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have sergeants who are to be spoken at different decibels-high, low and fast. Otherwise your case cannot be registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hyss salesman who puts a bucket on his head as soon as he hears the word mattress and have to be sung ‘how can we solve a problem’ to get the bucket out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hyss wig seller who will not sell you a beard without bargaining with him, he sells mayavathi, sania, Sonia…etc beards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hyss pope from Rome and a hyss Michelangelo who paints last supper with 28 disciples, 3 Christs and a cute little kangaroo at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Team Evam’s Python hyssteria has a lot more to offer in side A. the above was just a gist of what to expect from the play. If you read this blog before 28th 3:15 or 7:15pm. You have no time to lose. Quick go block your tickets at &lt;a href="http://www.evam.in/"&gt;www.evam.in&lt;/a&gt;, or get the tickets from landmark. If you read it later than this date. Then not to worry you can still catch Evam’s Best of Python hyssteria side B at the same venue on June 16th and 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I would write a review on the play, but I am not a best critic and nor are their any glitches with the show for me to showcase. They are awesome. And if they have drawbacks I wouldn’t publicize them. Coz the best side of Evam covers all their drawbacks (if they have any…..as far as I know they are great!....I don’t see any!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well log in to &lt;a href="http://www.evam.in/"&gt;www.evam.in&lt;/a&gt; and look for their further updates, and they do relieve you of your stress, coz comedy is their tagline for all plays. You can laugh your heart out in their plays. And if you are in Chennai and haven’t watched Evam plays, you have lost some of the best memories you could have treasured. So don’t wait anymore and lose more. Block tickets and be seated in their next show.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;What you guys still waiting for, quick block the tickets!&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you guys everything huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-316376780068754149?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/316376780068754149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=316376780068754149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/316376780068754149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/316376780068754149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-of-python-hyssteria-side-by-evam.html' title='Best of Python hySsteria side A by EVAM'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RllrU60_efI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LwNr6R-Uy20/s72-c/karthik.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-3495248649288416458</id><published>2007-05-25T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.711+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zany'/><title type='text'>ZAny BLoG Station 123.56 Fm...LIvE tHe moMeNT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RlaXzq0_eXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pyxjOYWQshk/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RlaXzq0_eXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pyxjOYWQshk/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068405344577747314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Vanakkam, Halo&lt;br /&gt;This is your zanychild and you are going to listen to zany blog station 123.56fm....live the momEnt!&lt;br /&gt;And you are looking at ZAnychild the WanNaBe RJ!&lt;br /&gt;lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have finally made it&lt;br /&gt;The first ever blog station created&lt;br /&gt;In this station you will get to hear anything you want&lt;br /&gt;It is listener's choice&lt;br /&gt;I have worked on this for 3 Days and it finally is here&lt;br /&gt;Mostly every week i will record programs and put it in this blog station&lt;br /&gt;I look forward for your support&lt;br /&gt;And please bear with me for the first program as i am on the way of knowing the nuances of Rjing and may not be very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;I have given my best efforts to it&lt;br /&gt;So here we go&lt;br /&gt;Listen up to the program and give in your comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="372" height="169" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/player_dj.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/ad56b7a4-c540-4c43-a163-b994a7891ebb&amp;amp;theName=zany blog station 123.56 fm...live the moment&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/ad56b7a4-c540-4c43-a163-b994a7891ebb/zany-blog-station-123.56-fm...live-the-moment/?widget=flash_player_dj_comm"&gt;zany blog station ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have heard the program do feel free to comment on the pros and cons of it&lt;br /&gt;And if you are interested to participate in this show and help me develop this blog station please read on&lt;br /&gt;I need nice RJs unlike me ;)&lt;br /&gt;I need good participants&lt;br /&gt;For being these two&lt;br /&gt;U need to have the following&lt;br /&gt;-A mike in the comp&lt;br /&gt;-A gtalk,yahoo or Msn id to transfer the files you have recorded to me&lt;br /&gt;my id is&lt;br /&gt;gmail: vidhinat@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;yahoo:vidhinat@yahoo.co.in&lt;br /&gt;Don't send a mess to yahoo it is over loaded but the yahoo messenger works for this id&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail:vithinat@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Please do let me know abt your views&lt;br /&gt;And i would like to thank all my friends for encouraging me&lt;br /&gt;especially&lt;br /&gt;Abby for helping out and participating&lt;br /&gt;Alice for encouraging and listening and giving me feedback&lt;br /&gt;Chitra for encouraging and listening to it---hey chitra i couldn't do anything to the second music track...will try better next time&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: for encouraging and listening&lt;br /&gt;Dvija: for as usual joking around and not listening and commenting on my pics ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RlaZUK0_eaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lSWJ_LU9LZw/s1600-h/me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RlaZUK0_eaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lSWJ_LU9LZw/s320/me5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068407002435123618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3495248649288416458?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3495248649288416458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=3495248649288416458&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3495248649288416458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3495248649288416458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/zany-blog-station-12356-fmlive-moment.html' title='ZAny BLoG Station 123.56 Fm...LIvE tHe moMeNT!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RlaXzq0_eXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pyxjOYWQshk/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-4384095379948794000</id><published>2007-05-21T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.085+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='सिंगिंग'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='मुसिक'/><title type='text'>Sing for a moment and scream for a moment!</title><content type='html'>Now ppl dont you all get scared listening to the below songs.&lt;br /&gt;The specialty of the below songs is nothing but they were sung by me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed by me....&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking why not make you people light up a smile in your faces...even it is a mocking one ;)&lt;br /&gt;And the way to do it is none other than to sing myself :D&lt;br /&gt;I was breaking my head what to sing...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was going in the car and this song was playing in the radio.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;I thought why not this one&lt;br /&gt;so here i am with the song&lt;br /&gt;and that too a song praising the Lord....i know irony of me saying it (i guess you understood this alice!)&lt;br /&gt;the first song is from the movie 'mayavi'....'kadavul thantha azhagiya vazhvu'&lt;br /&gt;so lets listen to it on zanychild fm 123.56...live the moment&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated to all my lovely friends out there and to all my blog visitors too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="130" height="180" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/13de9e06-96a2-4b13-b598-ee8d03322fee&amp;amp;theName=kadavul thantha azhagiya bhoomi&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/13de9e06-96a2-4b13-b598-ee8d03322fee/kadavul-thantha-azhagiya-bhoomi/?widget=flash_player_guitar"&gt;kadavul thantha az...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next song was specially requested by abby, my close buddy&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes to you abby and dvija(if i donut dedicate it to her also her slippers will come flying from ra puram to mandaveli!!...lolz....just kiddin da...it is for u too!) and too all my close buddies!&lt;br /&gt;so this is zanychild fm...wat no.. i forggot...oh yeah...123.56!&lt;br /&gt;live the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="108" height="185" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/chello.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/13a8122c-b035-48b4-97d6-008201dbeb4b&amp;amp;theName=netru illadha matrm vidya&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/13a8122c-b035-48b4-97d6-008201dbeb4b/netru-illadha-matrm-vidya/?widget=flash_player_chello"&gt;netru illadha matr...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: my friend arunesh said he will not comment on the blog as he has already said what he thought about the song...but how can i leave it...shouldn't you blog people know what he said...&lt;br /&gt;My biggest compliment!&lt;br /&gt;lolzz&lt;br /&gt;He said i sing like a LKG kid&lt;br /&gt;and it is kangal in the song and not gangal!&lt;br /&gt;I take it as a compliment buddy&lt;br /&gt;If i was allowed to participate in super singer junior&lt;br /&gt;I would have bagged the most kiddish voice award maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: breaking of glasses,windows, or donkeys coming into your houses due to you listening to these two songs is not my responsibility...better be well equipped with cotton..and you can send all those eggs and tomatoes to hit me by post...so atleast i can make an omlete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-4384095379948794000?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/4384095379948794000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=4384095379948794000&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4384095379948794000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/4384095379948794000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/sing-for-moment-and-scream-for-moment.html' title='Sing for a moment and scream for a moment!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-84526068395565673</id><published>2007-05-18T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.094+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zany'/><title type='text'>He ANd ShE Are CrAZy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 years before:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="courier new" size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood with a hand on the desk towering over him who was sitting as casually as he could in the bench. She was burning with rage “what’s you botheration?” she exploded. “No concern of mine” he replied. “You are a chauvinistic creature who doesn’t want me to win you in this competition, you couldn’t stand losing to a woman” she shot back. He said “I did not do anything wrong. All I said was your model building if constructed cannot have a sound foundation due to the structure designed. It is well allowed in the competition to criticize your opponents work” and gave her a triumphant smile. She hated him, completely hated him. This was not the first time, he was doing this. All through her 4 years of college, he found ways to make her lose her cool. He loved irritating her. He had a strong dislike for her. They both could not stand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how karthik and vaishnavi spent their college days, always at each others throat. The professors’ always had a tough time finding who excelled whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="courier new" size ="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthik worked with a leading architect firm in California. It has been 4 years since he came to the U S of the A. he was moving up the ladder of being a great architect. His dreams were getting realized one by one. He was the best in his job. Now, at the airport waiting for the new employee due to join them from India, he counted the minutes being wasted by waiting for some first time Indian to the US and that too with a bouquet of flowers. He cursed himself for agreeing to pick up the person and here he was waiting for almost 20 minutes and there was no one Indian in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaishnavi was in the airport terminal, thinking who it was who had come to pick her up. She was a bit dazzled about the new environment. They said someone would pick her up in the airport and take her straight to the apartment provided for her. And it had been a good half an hour and here she was standing stranded in a new country. &lt;br /&gt;He saw the lady standing in the waiting area. She looked as if she was waiting for someone. He wondered whether this new employee was one of the female species. He wished it would be. He approached her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard footsteps behind her and turned around and froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He coughed “ugh…have you come to join ‘dreams Construction Company’”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes” she said almost in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;He gave her the bouquet awkwardly and it was accepted awkwardly and said “welcome well I have come to escort you to your apartment.” &lt;br /&gt;“I must have thought of you” she replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me”&lt;br /&gt;“I just thought who else will make me wait for almost an hour in this unknown country”&lt;br /&gt;“Err. You are mistaken. I have been searching for you for the past 20 minutes, and if that female brain of yours can’t look around and will only stare in the front, it isn’t my fault”&lt;br /&gt;“You haven’t changed a bit have you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well... There was no need to change”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the company meeting to discuss the new project. Everybody was asked to submit their plans. The best one would be selected. He entered the meeting room seeing her running towards the meeting room door. Their plans were shown, and he noticed that her plan was a better improvisation of the plan that she submitted in that competition 4 yrs. back. He noticed that she had accepted his advice, and made the structure strong. He chuckled to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch. He confronted her and asked her “So you did pay heed to my suggestions”.&lt;br /&gt;“Suggestions?” she blinked at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Your plan, wasn’t it the improvisation of the one submitted 4 years back”&lt;br /&gt;“Hah…that one, well don’t you put up your collar and go around saying I agreed with you. Even before your suggestion, the professor asked me to redesign it at that time itself. But it was too late; the entry had already been submitted. I hoped no one would notice. But you; always waiting for an opportunity to pick on me. And now look at what you said. I heeded your suggestions. Duh! Never!”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey it was just a harmless suggestion…”&lt;br /&gt;But she did not let him finish.&lt;br /&gt;“I know you and you male ego karthik; you need not prove it again” and she stormed from there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his mouth just in time, he was about to ask her for coffee; he stood looking at her disappearing back. He had not felt so happy in all these 4 years. She was here. She was back to biting his neck, and now he admitted how much he missed all those arguments and those sharp remarks about his chauvinist attitude and bigger than world male ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was surprised to see the ‘sorry note’ in her desk. It was signed karthik. She looked around to see where he was. He was nowhere in sight. She felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of happiness. She was bound with joy. A familiar face in an alien country, even if that familiar face hated her, she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Congratulations” Brad her office cabin mate shouted at her as she reached office. “For what?” she inquired him&lt;br /&gt;“Your plan has been approved for construction, the chief wants you to meet him immediately in his office” he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she entered the chief’s office, she saw Karthik sitting inside. The chief asked her to sit and said Karthik was just going to make some minor changes in her plan and they were going to work on this project together. She was taken aback, but saw the smile on karthik’s face. Was he mocking her, she wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They worked days and nights, fought through the afternoons, had impossible arguments. Tried to compromise for the company, and they were finally done with the project. But instead of being relieved by the end of the project and the prospect of not working together again, they both felt disappointment that it all got over so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shall we…” both of them said at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;“Go ahead karthik”&lt;br /&gt;“No, ladies first!” he said and smiled at her.&lt;br /&gt;“Surprising… shall we celebrate the close of this project?”&lt;br /&gt;“Bingo” he laughed at her. She blinked.&lt;br /&gt;“I was about to say the same thing” he equipped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant, after dinner he told her he would be working on a new project, due to which he would be going to Chicago for a few days. He saw disappointment cloud in her face. She recovered quickly and did not see his amused glance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped her in her apartment, when she was about to get down he laughed. She gave him an inquiring look. “I was just thinking of the achievement we have made”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh the project…of course it was a grand success!” she remarked&lt;br /&gt;“Nay, not the project. We both had not bit both our necks for the past 6 hours!” and chuckled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She murmured a yes smiling and bade him goodbye. She was about to go when he called her again.&lt;br /&gt;She gave him another inquiring look. He put out his hand and asked “friends?” she laughed at it and shook his hand back “ok…friends”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she turned to leave he coughed again getting her attention.&lt;br /&gt;She turned again “Now what karthik?”&lt;br /&gt;“Did I ever tell you I love you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She froze in her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued “I would not have told you. Because all we did was argue. I have been in love with you from the first time you stood against me. I loved the way you stood stubborn on your point. I have been nurturing my feelings for the past 8 years. I thought you will laugh at me. You always saw me as the male chauvinistic pig with a big male ego. I tried to change what you thought of me. Now I have a tinge of hope that I succeeded. I am not a person who waits till the other person also falls in love with me. When I am clear and confident about my feelings, I thought this was the best time to tell it. So here I have done my job. It is up to you to decide where we go from here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood speechless. She was completely flabbergasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-84526068395565673?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/84526068395565673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=84526068395565673&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/84526068395565673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/84526068395565673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-and-she-are-crazy.html' title='He ANd ShE Are CrAZy!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-7200374509324971856</id><published>2007-05-14T21:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.103+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>WroNg plAce riGHt tiMe!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been got caught in a situation that has made you accelerate between peals of laughter, anxiety and fear?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something wrong and have been caught red handed?&lt;br /&gt;In this post I am going to explore some of those funny and hilarious moments that happened in my life. And maybe that will involve revealing many secrets and getting my friends on the candid camera. I would like to say at the beginning of the post to my friends who might get entangled in a web of problems after reading this post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;“A ‘sorry’ buddy…life is full of ups and downs!!”&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I went for the first time for a movie with my friends. Dvija my friend had got us balcony tickets for the movie ‘Main hoon Na’ we were already late to the theatre and went there five minutes to the title…all the lights had already been switched off…we went like cats creeping through the light of the torch to our seats…being a balcony seat, it was so cozy as we had cushion seats. Only when then lights came up for the interval did my friend realize that next to her was a couple seat and there sat a couple so intimate unaware of their surroundings….wrong place and right time for my friend to see. And that look on her face, nothing can beat it, such a bewildered look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice was the assistant class rep of my class for 2nd yr…so whenever the class rep was absent she took complete responsibility, a great thing indeed given her size ;) on one day we had to register for some core paper, and the teacher taking that paper was down with fever or something, she wasn’t present to college. Alice had to find out with whom we all had to register. The next section teacher told her to go and meet one Miss Valentina ma’am in the dept and she will come and register for us. Alice went obediently to the dept as per orders and found Miss Valentina. But the ma’am told her that she was going out for some work and said that we can register tomorrow. Alice came out the dept where we were all standing. One of the girls from the class asked Alice about the registration to which Alice replied exactly like Valentina ma’am in a singsong voice ‘she is going outah, so she said tomm’ mocking Valentina ma’am a little only then did she turn around to see Valentina ma’am right behind her!! Wrong place right time again…we around her couldn’t control our laughter at the guilty look which Alice gave, and immediately sped from the place before ma’am could catch us, and splitting in laughter each time Alice asked us ‘did she hear me?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitra is one friend of mine who is accident prone. She just can’t stop bumping into something or the other (guys beware she may bump very soon into you!) our first yr class was in the end of the campus, and there was cement platform put over the mud for us to walk. After exams one day, we were all walking back to canteen and Chitra was walking in one corner and she turned to talk to some one behind ‘thud’ she fell down the platform into the mud pit! We couldn’t stop ourselves from freaking and getting her back on feet. This done, a few days later we were sitting around the hut in our campus and Chitra got up and was standing close to the garden separated by a pile of stones ‘thud’ she fell again backwards into the garden, and her white top turned green by the grass. There was also this other incident where I myself fell down. It was near the basketball ground…and I was very enthusiastically reading my friend’s answer paper that I wasn’t looking front when I was walking. ‘Thud’ everyone were walking in front of me, and then they realized I wasn’t coming, they turned to look at me struggling to get out from a shallow pit and they burst out laughing. Coz I fell the same way as if I was reading something. I fell as if I was kneeling down!.... wrong place but right time indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attendance I was squatting on the floor well engulfed by my friends in the chairs and was having a leisurely chat with them without the knowledge of the substitute teacher who had come to our class. Suddenly the substitute teacher had a notion that somebody would have given a proxy that she started to count the heads. All my friends asked me to go back to my chair, but by that time the teacher had started walking to wards my chair and I was hiding between chairs and started to crawl…and if this is not enough, my friends started taunting me saying ‘Vidya get up, ma’am is calling you’…thank goodness, the ma’am did not hear them, when she had gone back I crawled back to my chair and sat like a innocent girl! The count was over and obviously she had one less, and she gave a confused look and started to count again, and once she came to me, she gave a quizzical look, I just looked down, and she continued with the count and was satisfied now that the attendance tallied with the no. of heads! Whew! Wrong place at the right time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class was once making a hell lot of noise during our free hour, that the teachers could not bear and asked us to go to the canteen area! Surprising it was! Coz usually they would tell us to go to the library and we would sneak to the canteen! But me and my friends were bone tired, I do not know for what reason, that we decided to stay in class and chat, and we do love our class so much, that we mostly never leave it…in the course of time, a silent chat turned a bit noisy and we started chasing each other around the class with dusters and chalks…we never realized that the Hod has come up to see what the commotion is, and was staring at us silently for how much time we wondered…I was the one of the few of my friends who saw her first and got up, and everybody stopped their play and turned innocent looking faces to her!&lt;br /&gt;Hod: what are you 7 ppl. Doing in class, where are the rest of your classmates?&lt;br /&gt;Us: we had a free period and were asked to go to the canteen ma’am&lt;br /&gt;Hod: is this ur canteen?&lt;br /&gt;Us: no ma’am&lt;br /&gt;Hod: give me your numbers&lt;br /&gt;Us: sorry ma’am&lt;br /&gt;Hod: do you realize the amount of noise you were making, bringing the roof down; I don’t care about your sorries give me your numbers!&lt;br /&gt;One by one we gave her our dept numbers, and when it came to me, Hod looked up at me, coz only a day before was she so good to me as I was roaming around in the dept to submit my late Philadelphia scholarship entry, and getting good lectures from her on how we must be responsible and not so careless. I had forgotten to bring my entry that day, and it was supposedly the last date which I did not know, and she took pity on me and hearing my entire bio data on my parents and brother gave me an extra form! And now here I am giving my number for braking rules! Wrong place right time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one funnier incident which I will never ever forget in my life…I had gone for a get together of my friends and we were chatting, one of my friends had brought her cousin along with her and I was chatting along with this cousin, he was so sweet and everything, when the topic came about one particular girl whom I very much did not like, I heard she was engaged, and I told this cousin that she should get a guy who has no looks, no money, and who is so crazy that she couldn’t live with him…and also that I am very bad to think like this! (Note: after thinking!) Then I asked this cousin if he had seen this girl, to which he replied of course I have, she is the one I am engaged to! I wished at that time, that the earth below me would open up and gobble me inside, only to drown my thoughts by the shrieks of laughter from my friends shot at me! Wrong place to open my mouth at the right time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice was sitting in marketing class with deepthi, ma’am was giving us a boring lecture on penetrating and skimming prices, when she was taking skimming price, Alice was so frustrated that she told Deepthi that she wished to ‘skin’ ma’am, and they giggled over it. After fifteen minutes ma’am called ‘502’ that is Alice’s number, and asked what was so funny to laugh? Alice replied that she did not laugh. Ma’am went into a big lecture on how irresponsible we all are, we never realize the importance of education and blah, blah, blah…then she told Alice that if she did not tell the reason she would give this chapter as self study, Alice had to come up with something, she told ma’am that she wrote ‘skinning’ instead of ‘skimming’ and laughed at her spell error! And all this while she was giving a look filled with innocence, guilt, fear! Ma’am asked her to bring the notebook to her. She did not know what to do, she hurriedly scribbled ‘skinning’ and stroke it and wrote ‘skimming’ and took the notebook to ma’am. Reaching ma’am she said that she was laughing at herself and her spell error and not at ma’am! See how honest Alice is? Learn to be like her! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that’s time enough I have to write abt all the wrong places and right times…see you soon with a brand new post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-7200374509324971856?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/7200374509324971856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=7200374509324971856&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7200374509324971856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/7200374509324971856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/wrong-place-right-time.html' title='WroNg plAce riGHt tiMe!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8453859447662004455</id><published>2007-05-08T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.697+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogiversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Blogiversary</title><content type='html'>Hey.....so the day has come!&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;font face= monotype corsiva size=6 color=red&gt;May 8th, 2007 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;is my first &lt;font face = monotype corsiva size=4 color=blue&gt;BLog anniversary....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.I started proper blogging a year back on the same date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Yummy CAke to CUT on my BLogiversary!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkFf7upY14I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jupeb-XAafw/s1600-h/BlackForest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkFf7upY14I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jupeb-XAafw/s320/BlackForest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062432935879694210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog may show that i have 132 posts!&lt;br /&gt;But only 69 of them are original&lt;br /&gt;Rest were forwards or wat my friends rote abt me!&lt;br /&gt;My blog emerged on 24th april 2005.....but it was in the process of development...and saw the real blogworld only on may 8th 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat gud to blog today then how it all started....&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew I could write....&lt;br /&gt;It all started so suddenly in my college 1st yr, coz i could not bear the boring lectures given......&lt;br /&gt;And all the credit to my writing skills goes to my marketing, banking, and business law teachers!&lt;br /&gt;They were so cooperative, that they took boring classes....that me on the view of taking notes was writing crap all over my book!&lt;br /&gt;In school days I heard about blogs and was fascinated about them..... so even I started one....but at that stage there was actually no idle time that my mind was mostly preoccupied with one thing or the other...so i started a blog and was just posting forwards I got in my mail....and once in college....creativity spurred through me...that I couldn't stop writing.....and mostly they were ramblings of a normal college girl....slowly i started to write stories......and tried to instigate humor in my writing...and have so far achieved very lil progress in the humor area though!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u sum of the favorites I have written!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/05/old-breeze-crossed-his-path.html"&gt;An OlD brEeZe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamz-chapters-1-4.html"&gt;DreAMZ&lt;/a&gt;-supposed to be continued...do not know when I will rite the remaining!&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/05/discovering-myselfindeed.html"&gt;DiscOVering MYself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/06/show-me-meaning.html"&gt;sHow me the MEaniNg&lt;/a&gt;-my first ever try to write a poem!&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-mr-brain-is-rusted-with-help-of.html"&gt;A rusTed BRaiN by NErve A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/07/sobs-of-rain_07.html"&gt;Sobs oF the rAin&lt;/a&gt;-another poem&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-confession-of-whomme-of-course.html"&gt;SelF conFession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/09/fresh-experience.html"&gt;Fresh experience&lt;/a&gt;- i wrote this for ma college magazine...an interview with the first yrs.!&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-god.html"&gt;We R gOD&lt;/a&gt;-thinking on the spiritual side!&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/10/weirdometer.html"&gt;Weird -O- MetER&lt;/a&gt;-the weird me&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/11/accidents-are-part-of-life.html"&gt;AccidenTS r PArt oF liFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/11/complete-chaos.html"&gt;cOMplete ChaOS&lt;/a&gt;- the test paper of a Rank holder!&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-aura-of-mystery.html"&gt;Love-An AuRA of MYSterY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiling-my-remote-dream.html"&gt;Smiling MY remOTE dReam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-supposed-to-be-in-air.html"&gt;Love is IN tHe aIR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-blind.html"&gt;LovE is BLInd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-did-i-know.html"&gt;Lil Did i knOw&lt;/a&gt;-poem&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-monketyeers.html"&gt;tHrEE MonkeYteErS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghostly-experience.html"&gt;RenaissanCe&lt;/a&gt;-life after death!&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;a href="http://bendtheriver.blogspot.com/2006/05/mrright.html"&gt;MR.riGht&lt;/a&gt;-the to be perfect partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moreover the very reason for me to write blogs is no different from any other blogger.....to express myself...!&lt;br /&gt;Here on the birthday&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some of the things I am crazy about&lt;br /&gt;Well......as far as sports is concerned&lt;br /&gt;I love CricKEt and our INdian Skipper Rahul dravid is one of the reasons for tht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB1JOpY10I/AAAAAAAAAG0/E1xt3qC2j3s/s1600-h/rahul+dravid+and+son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB1JOpY10I/AAAAAAAAAG0/E1xt3qC2j3s/s320/rahul+dravid+and+son.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062174782575400770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Rahul dravid and his son&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I like Manirathnam and his films has such a classy touch!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB2--pY13I/AAAAAAAAAHM/1d1Vxm0423I/s1600-h/maniratnam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB2--pY13I/AAAAAAAAAHM/1d1Vxm0423I/s320/maniratnam1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176805504997234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv all his films.....but the one film that made me change my views to cinema was &lt;br /&gt;ALAIPAYUTHEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB1_-pY11I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8OuVCN9AtPk/s1600-h/apayuthey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB1_-pY11I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8OuVCN9AtPk/s320/apayuthey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062175723173238610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv this film for a lot many reasons...and I did not see this film when it was released....I saw it after 2 to 3 months....still it made an impact...and so far I must've seen it a triple dozen times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite Tamil song is&lt;br /&gt;Kadhal sadugudu gudu from Alaipayuthey&lt;br /&gt;I luv the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;un ullam nan kanna en ayuil pothathu&lt;br /&gt;en anbai nan solla un kaalam pothathu&lt;br /&gt;en kadhal nee endru un nenju kanathu&lt;br /&gt;aanalum en mutham sollamal pothathu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="172" height="168" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/drums.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/344ead46-3dc5-4db2-a43c-fe241cc6f004&amp;amp;theName=KADHAL SADUGUDU&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/344ead46-3dc5-4db2-a43c-fe241cc6f004/KADHAL-SADUGUDU/?widget=flash_player_drums"&gt;KADHAL SADUGUDU.mp...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am such a music buff.......another of my favorites in tamil is from the movie Vaanam vasapadume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB2UupY12I/AAAAAAAAAHE/q3afr5eYg48/s1600-h/vaanam+vasapadum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkB2UupY12I/AAAAAAAAAHE/q3afr5eYg48/s320/vaanam+vasapadum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176079655524194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it did not fare well in the box office I like it for its cinematography!&lt;br /&gt;I luv the song kangal theendi theendiye and uyire from this movie&lt;br /&gt;especially the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;kangal theendi theendiye kayam nernthathu&lt;br /&gt;nizhalgal neerai theendinal kayam ethu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="130" height="180" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3902e2e3-9520-480c-b37b-eed9a36d794b&amp;amp;theName=Tamildesam.net--KangalTheendi&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3902e2e3-9520-480c-b37b-eed9a36d794b/Tamildesam.net--KangalTheendi/?widget=flash_player_guitar"&gt;Tamildesam.net--Ka...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from uyire song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;swasam thantha katreuyir enge ullathu&lt;br /&gt;uyiril uruvam illaivingnyanam sonnathu&lt;br /&gt;uruvam ullathe oru peyarum ullathe&lt;br /&gt;ennum pothellam athu ethuril vanthathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="108" height="185" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/chello.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/bf4201dc-9f8b-4735-ba3a-99b08dbac223&amp;amp;theName=tamildesam.net--UyireUyire(2)&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/bf4201dc-9f8b-4735-ba3a-99b08dbac223/tamildesam.net--UyireUyire(2)/?widget=flash_player_chello"&gt;tamildesam.net--Uy...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask me abt music and lyrics I can go on and on....another favorite music maker for me from the international scene is rapper eminem! Surprising isn't it...not many girls like him is what I have heard...but his rap has a deeper meaning that makes u want to cry with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkA0KupY1rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xDVaYlHju-s/s1600-h/sn_eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkA0KupY1rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xDVaYlHju-s/s320/sn_eminem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062103340089398962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites of his is mocking bird....and Cleaning out my closet…..from mocking bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hush little baby, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's here to hold ya through the night&lt;br /&gt;I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;We feel how we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;But I promise momma's gon' be alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #000   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#FF8000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="92" height="140" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/turn.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/663156b6-c66c-45a7-a362-a38ce992eb72&amp;amp;theName=Eminem - Encore - Mocking Bird&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF8000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/663156b6-c66c-45a7-a362-a38ce992eb72/Eminem---Encore---Mocking-Bird/?widget=flash_player_turn"&gt;Eminem - Encore - ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I guess thts abt music in my life……and other than these is my passion to write…even if it is crap….&lt;br /&gt;Now for my most fav topic!&lt;br /&gt;Colours and Paints!&lt;br /&gt;I am an amateur painter who does oils....waters, and sketching!&lt;br /&gt;once i take my brush i am filled with colors all over! I did French paintings in college as a general electives paper....even though i did not like it much....I liked the part where i was asked to study how the paintings have been done....the strokes used and stuff....out of the French paintings the one i like the most is by&lt;br /&gt;Henri Rousseau- tiger in tropical forest-surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBEOupY1sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wTkQGU0tWyc/s1600-h/henri_rousseau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBEOupY1sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wTkQGU0tWyc/s320/henri_rousseau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062121000994920130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever oil painting i did was in my 8th std....and it is till now close to my heart....the one below is the first of my big boards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBE8-pY1tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZMtafgEIEyc/s1600-h/193717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBE8-pY1tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZMtafgEIEyc/s320/193717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062121795563869906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other stuff i do is to try and learn various techniques in Photoshop....below are some pics tht i have edited in photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBFWupY1uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Myv3v7Z9Gn4/s1600-h/thts+me-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBFWupY1uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Myv3v7Z9Gn4/s320/thts+me-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062122237945501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBFiOpY1vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sSyjUB1-hSI/s1600-h/close+4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBFiOpY1vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sSyjUB1-hSI/s320/close+4-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062122435513997042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBFrepY1wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TiucT5Top-8/s1600-h/close+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBFrepY1wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TiucT5Top-8/s320/close+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062122594427787010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBF-epY1xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/X9YR4JkpEBI/s1600-h/dvija1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkBF-epY1xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/X9YR4JkpEBI/s320/dvija1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062122920845301522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;this is DVija my friend...she gave me a black and white photo i edited it into color &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkHxWOpY15I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fYNoV87bZuw/s1600-h/monkeyteers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkHxWOpY15I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fYNoV87bZuw/s320/monkeyteers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062592820332255122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;thts my friends and me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those were abt my other passions and skills.....and i hope to make the world turn on me sum day!&lt;br /&gt;And I sincerely hope I would improve my blogging skills…..and go years and years through happy blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8453859447662004455?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8453859447662004455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8453859447662004455&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8453859447662004455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8453859447662004455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogiversary.html' title='Blogiversary'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkFf7upY14I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jupeb-XAafw/s72-c/BlackForest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-3228319158740542046</id><published>2007-04-25T20:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afterlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>RenaiSsaNCe........#</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face= Trebuchet MS size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew up from my chair in my accounts class…I suddenly felt so light…I couldn’t sense anything…I couldn’t touch anything…I was floating in the air...I looked down…people were gathering around the chair I was sitting…I wondered what had happened….I couldn’t control my moments….I felt so light and good…I felt like a bird flying in freedom…I was raising higher and higher…I did not know how to stop myself…I tried shouting my friend’s name…who had gathered at my chair below…she couldn’t hear me…I was puzzled…what is happening? I heard my friend let out a shriek…she shouted she could not feel my pulse…she said she feared I might have been dead…I was laughing at the commotion they were creating below me…while I was happily floating around….WHAT….Excuse me….what did I say my friend feared….Did she say I am DEAD….as in D-E-A-D!!....is it why I am floating now…I couldn’t believe it…I did not feel a thing…what is the proof that I died? I don’t even know the reason for my death which they say that has been caused….all I can feel is very light and happy…I am puzzled!! This is very unfair…….I call down to the people….I shout to them I am right above them…they do not hear me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one tapped on my shoulder…I turn and I am awestruck…I wished my friend was with me to see this person…oh my…he looked so damn cute…he had straw-colored hair…and deep blue eyes that glinted in the ends…that makes you want to drown into the depths of the vast blueness…I must have been gaping at him with my mouth wide open…coz he coughed…I closed my mouth and went back to my puzzled look…then I noticed, even he was floating in the air like me…&lt;br /&gt;’brad’ he said…&lt;br /&gt;’bread’ I said &lt;br /&gt;‘Not bread…it is brad’….&lt;br /&gt;’bred’ I said pronouncing it the way he pronounced it…he smiled and acknowledged it…oh my…he has got just the perfect teeth…they were so white…naturally too….I must have been staring through him in my own world…that he waved at me…I came back to my senses…&lt;br /&gt;‘I am your official transporter to the other world’&lt;br /&gt;Other world….I thought there was only one world in our solar system….&lt;br /&gt;‘What other world?’&lt;br /&gt; ‘The world of the spirits….the world of after lives’&lt;br /&gt;‘After lives…excuse me…I am still very much alive…!’&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me ‘indeed you are not alive, that is the reason I am here’&lt;br /&gt;‘If you are here…why should I be dead?’&lt;br /&gt;‘If you can see me…then you are dead my girl’&lt;br /&gt;I just stood staring at him…he took my hands and glided me across the room…&lt;br /&gt;He told me the way to control your movement on air is very much similar to swimming…just push yourself forward and beat your legs….and use your hands like the wings of a bird to change directions..&lt;br /&gt;It was now easier for me to move about in the air…and it was great fun too…I felt like I was starring in a superman movie…everything below was soo small like ants…I was interrupted in my thoughts by his&lt;br /&gt;‘We need to go higher’&lt;br /&gt;‘Higher?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah, past the clouds’&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh’&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly pulled me across and drifted towards a corner….and I heard a plane pass just near my face…&lt;br /&gt;He grumbled ‘Air traffic has become so severe due to the vast technological developments made by mortals!’&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at it; he looked very cute when he grumbles!&lt;br /&gt;We flew higher…without realizing we both were hand in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached a big white gate…he went and identified himself as ‘transporter 09765’ and the huge gate opened…I was blinded by the light…he gave me coolers to wear…and wearing them we went in…he asked me to register my name and my birth date in the register counter…and then I was taken to a place which very much looked like our sathyam cinemas!...&lt;br /&gt;‘Are we going to watch a movie?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yep’&lt;br /&gt;‘I want to watch Spiderman 3….you took me before they could release it…can I see it here?’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Spiderman?...I do not know abt that movie…but we are gonna see your movie’&lt;br /&gt;‘My movie???!!!’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah’&lt;br /&gt;We went in and were seated….and it ran before me….my total 18 and a half years of life….till the minute I drifted from my chair…I sniffed a sob and told him that nobody has taken such a perfect movie just for me….it was so wonderful of you….he gave a startled look and said&lt;br /&gt;‘I did not take this movie, we have a separate film department for all this’&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh is it soo…then I wish to meet the director of this film…I want him to go back to India and take such amazing movies’&lt;br /&gt;‘oh yeah he went there once…he got crazy about the film industry down there and came back in the same speed in which he went, yeah now we can go to the review room’&lt;br /&gt;‘Review room?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Ya…now they will review what good you have done…what bad you have done…they confirm you are the said person in the movie and decide on whether you will go to hell or heaven’&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh…….how interesting….will you accompany me to hell or heaven Brad?’&lt;br /&gt;‘No…I part at the gates of those…from then on the world of hell or heaven is completely for you to explore’&lt;br /&gt;After some 2 hours of debating…the review team was confused with their result…they said I confirm to the movie…but I wasn’t supposed to be here….I was supposed to be here only after some 50 years…but everything else was right…they did not know what went wrong…the death chart…they said…had my name twice…..I had something unaccomplished in earth…they will send me in half state there…as they cannot grant me Visa to enter hell or heaven….so I had no other option but to jump between earth and here…&lt;br /&gt;‘Half state? Un-accomplishment? Visa?’ I was completely puzzled….they then said that till things sought out, Brad will accompany me to wherever I go…to keep an eye on me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we returned back….to earth…&lt;br /&gt;Brad asked me ‘Did you have any deep desire?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Desire? .....hmmm….yeah to eats tons and tons of ice creams and chocolates everyday’&lt;br /&gt;He laughed at this ‘Not such desires…something big enough, which wants you to stay in the world?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmmm…I have no idea Brad’&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyway we will encounter what is making you stay here’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah….shall we go home?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Ya…sure’&lt;br /&gt;We reached home…the home was silent…as if it was in a graveyard…it was dark too…I shouted &lt;br /&gt;‘MOM’&lt;br /&gt;‘Your mom can’t hear you’ &lt;br /&gt;I could sense regret in his voice…&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh………………………….’&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Mom, Dad, Bro, my friends, relatives….everybody was outside near me….my body!!....they were all crying….lots more people were coming to the house…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t bear the sight…I turned and Brad caught hold of me…I silently wept in his shirt…I looked up&lt;br /&gt;‘Why I brad?’&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t reply…he was rooted to the place looking at my family and friends….&lt;br /&gt;‘They need me Brad’&lt;br /&gt;‘They do’&lt;br /&gt;‘I want to go back to them….I want to hug my parents….I want to fight with my brother….I want to play pranks with my friends…..I want to do a lot more things…..’&lt;br /&gt;Brad just hugged me tighter…&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we were transported back to the review room...they said they had found the reason for the confusion…they said I was not supposed to die…I had a lot more to see and achieve in life…many people need me in earth…many people live for me…I live for many people…they shouldn’t be disappointed too soon…many people’s life will depend on my future existence….there was a small error…and I need to be transported back to my life form….and that too immediately before my soul’s last remains drift from my body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were transported back to my house….I was completely bewildered at what was happening….Brad asked me to walk in to my body…I saw my mom staring at me….I did not know she can sense me….I smiled at her…..she smiled back!&lt;br /&gt;‘Walk in?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah….just concentrate on your body and walk in’&lt;br /&gt;I walked….walked to my body….I went into it…I suddenly felt that I had entered a tornado….everything was spinning around me….and suddenly I got up….I felt my mom’s hands around me in a protective hug….everybody gathered at my house were staring in disbelief at me….they couldn’t believe their own eyes…only my mom said&lt;br /&gt;‘I knew you will come back’&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Brad smile and disappear into thin air behind her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# inspired from the drama Crazy Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3228319158740542046?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3228319158740542046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=3228319158740542046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3228319158740542046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3228319158740542046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/04/renaissance.html' title='RenaiSsaNCe........#'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-3949918534013346890</id><published>2007-04-22T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A birthday poem written under the street lamp*</title><content type='html'>Gone are those days&lt;br /&gt;When college started in June&lt;br /&gt;We were frantically searching for friends&lt;br /&gt;Looking around for people with like tastes&lt;br /&gt;Judging people by their behaviors&lt;br /&gt;Shunning the attitude of some&lt;br /&gt;Beaming at the attitude of some&lt;br /&gt;And making new friends&lt;br /&gt;2 years hath passed&lt;br /&gt;We have set ourselves into distinct groups&lt;br /&gt;We have created an identity&lt;br /&gt;Met people who have same wave length&lt;br /&gt;Had some innumerable memories&lt;br /&gt;And here comes your&lt;br /&gt;Second birthday in college&lt;br /&gt;But alas, Alice&lt;br /&gt;Y did u come to this world on April 26th&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly when college closes&lt;br /&gt;Never giving us an opportunity to celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;But, still we celebrate it in our minds&lt;br /&gt;You are gonna be 19!&lt;br /&gt;That is an achievement&lt;br /&gt;When you look still as if you are 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very special person in my gang of friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, now don't you get all too senti&lt;br /&gt;You were the one born with &lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;To correct all unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;Spelling mistakes made by me&lt;br /&gt;You were the one born &lt;br /&gt;Tolerable &lt;br /&gt;To listen to my rantings&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who never got bugged&lt;br /&gt;When I called u almost every single day&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who did not get irritated&lt;br /&gt;When I called you during exams&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you I have finished studying&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who always&lt;br /&gt;Trusted me to do well in exams&lt;br /&gt;Okai that is an exaggeration&lt;br /&gt;All of you trust me in that aspect&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who looks so funny When you&lt;br /&gt;Make such unimaginable mistakes&lt;br /&gt;In your favorite subject called&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics!!&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who gave a lending ear&lt;br /&gt;To listen to all my indifferences&lt;br /&gt;Which I had with certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one born with the sensible mind&lt;br /&gt;You were the one born to be practical&lt;br /&gt;You were the one born to be mischievous&lt;br /&gt;You were the one born cute&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who always&lt;br /&gt;Escapes from anything you do&lt;br /&gt;With that over sweet smile of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the only person,&lt;br /&gt;Who is near my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Next too abby and Dvija!!&lt;br /&gt;Now tell all others in our gang&lt;br /&gt;Not to stare at me with piercing eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even they are near my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you top the list!!&lt;br /&gt;What can I give you on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;What is more precious than,&lt;br /&gt;Words, straight from my heart?&lt;br /&gt;It may be inexpensive&lt;br /&gt;But certainly are priceless&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;I blow my own trumpet!&lt;br /&gt;But you definitely have a gift&lt;br /&gt;And to know what it is&lt;br /&gt;You have gotta wait till&lt;br /&gt;I return from my inter CWA exams&lt;br /&gt;And enough…&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to senti attack you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Ms.Alice George John&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=13 color=red&gt;A BIG HAPPY BIRTHDY WISH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a weirdo named zany&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah translate the above to&lt;br /&gt;Luvs, Vidya Natarajan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: not much spelling mistake here...coz it was spell checked in MS word&lt;br /&gt;even then u find mistakes...u r great alice george john!&lt;br /&gt;happy bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no current was the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3949918534013346890?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-8211130586868644178</id><published>2007-04-12T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendsship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The three monketyeers</title><content type='html'>okai dont blink people....this blog is exclusively dedicated to my friends Abby,dvija and of course me zany.....Vidya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suddenly struck up with a turmoil of emotions..and i thought who will be there for me wen the whole world turns their back at me...i saw two faces..it was abby and dvija.......i donno...i am never the senti type...but here this blog...just for them..and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people dont ask me who is birdie....coz i dont even know who it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THR THREE MONKEYTEERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rh4z4Pj3TMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tnLEhHMapP4/s1600-h/monkeyteers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rh4z4Pj3TMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tnLEhHMapP4/s320/monkeyteers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532873298922690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Vidya, Abby, Dvija...now for the poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ONE little monkey caught in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Birdie named it Abby and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Abby couldn't stand in one place&lt;br /&gt;Coz she wanted to play the veena&lt;br /&gt;She played, played and played&lt;br /&gt;She played, played and played&lt;br /&gt;Birdie could bear no more&lt;br /&gt;Abby was sent to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little monkey caught in the tree&lt;br /&gt;Birdie named it Dvija and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Dvija couldn't stand in one place&lt;br /&gt;She was dancing all around&lt;br /&gt;She danced, danced and danced&lt;br /&gt;She danced, danced and danced&lt;br /&gt;Birdie could bear no more&lt;br /&gt;Dvija was sent to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little monkey caught in the tree&lt;br /&gt;Birdie named it Vidya and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Vidya couldn't stand in one place&lt;br /&gt;Coz she wanted to write stories&lt;br /&gt;She wrote, wrote and wrote&lt;br /&gt;She wrote, wrote and wrote&lt;br /&gt;Birdie could bear no more&lt;br /&gt;Vidya was sent to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rh43M_j3TNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v3SFwP1Wzco/s1600-h/Three+Monkeys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rh43M_j3TNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v3SFwP1Wzco/s320/Three+Monkeys2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052536528316091602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little monkeys now in school&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the first row&lt;br /&gt;In the boys row&lt;br /&gt;As against the girls row&lt;br /&gt;Where they belong&lt;br /&gt;Coz they were different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They learnt and forgot&lt;br /&gt;How to account&lt;br /&gt;They learnt and forgot&lt;br /&gt;How to be economical&lt;br /&gt;They learnt and forgot&lt;br /&gt;How to do business&lt;br /&gt;They learnt and forgot&lt;br /&gt;Of the monkey&lt;br /&gt;Whose name started with 'N'&lt;br /&gt;They learnt and never forgot&lt;br /&gt;The value called friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School came to an end&lt;br /&gt;They didn't bade goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Coz they never went by&lt;br /&gt;They went in three different roads&lt;br /&gt;Connected by the same lane&lt;br /&gt;The lane called friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One went to become a marketing executive&lt;br /&gt;One went to become a media entertainer&lt;br /&gt;One went to become a cost accountant&lt;br /&gt;But never did they lose touch&lt;br /&gt;As they crossed many thresholds'&lt;br /&gt;Deep in their heart&lt;br /&gt;Was the thin vein of friendship&lt;br /&gt;Protected by a million&lt;br /&gt;Flesh and blood of memories&lt;br /&gt;Never should they part&lt;br /&gt;Till they cross earth's threshold&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkHyZupY16I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ZFk4Qv2dzQ/s1600-h/monkeyteers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RkHyZupY16I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ZFk4Qv2dzQ/s320/monkeyteers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062593979973425058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanychild&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-8211130586868644178?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/8211130586868644178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=8211130586868644178&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8211130586868644178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/8211130586868644178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-monketyeers.html' title='The three monketyeers'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/Rh4z4Pj3TMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tnLEhHMapP4/s72-c/monkeyteers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-239880305320575483</id><published>2007-04-08T20:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:52.130+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><title type='text'>Discovery!!</title><content type='html'>i found it...i did it at last....eurekha...&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is sooo cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am jumping all around.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it now,....&lt;br /&gt;nobody can stop me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy&lt;br /&gt;yipppeeee&lt;br /&gt;yessss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...enuf tension&lt;br /&gt;wanna know wat i found out?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-scrawl down people&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-well i found out wen my blog was officially born!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...it was on &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=14&gt;MAY 8TH,2006&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i posted my first post on april 24th 2004...tht was just a forward.....and all those time till may 8th my blog was in the construction stage...it was in the pre birth stage experimenting...and saw the real blog world only on may 8th...2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not a year has passed yet...so let may 8th come....and we will get the celebrations rolling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-239880305320575483?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/239880305320575483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=239880305320575483&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/239880305320575483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/239880305320575483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/04/discovery.html' title='Discovery!!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-3860113273466964299</id><published>2007-04-07T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Little did I know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RhegJTK-Q8I/AAAAAAAAABk/udcGU9IkiIc/s1600-h/holding+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RhegJTK-Q8I/AAAAAAAAABk/udcGU9IkiIc/s320/holding+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050681588744864706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lightning struck my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you down the lane&lt;br /&gt;Arrows of your sharp features&lt;br /&gt;Pierced through my soft features&lt;br /&gt;I was rooted to my place&lt;br /&gt;As you occupied my heart’s empty space&lt;br /&gt;you were nearing me&lt;br /&gt;My heart was nearing to burst open&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me as you passed me&lt;br /&gt;Making my heart hammer against me&lt;br /&gt;I gathered myself together&lt;br /&gt;And wondered if I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw u in the park bench&lt;br /&gt;Buried behind newspapers&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it was you&lt;br /&gt;Coz my heart said so&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to you&lt;br /&gt;To see if you will smile again&lt;br /&gt;That melts me allover again&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you did smile&lt;br /&gt;And made me fly a mile&lt;br /&gt;‘Jogging’ u asked me&lt;br /&gt;I nodded in reply&lt;br /&gt;‘Can I join you?’ u asked me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I told you&lt;br /&gt;But we jogged all around the lane&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of the lane&lt;br /&gt;I gathered myself together&lt;br /&gt;And wondered if I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came everyday&lt;br /&gt;We jogged everyday&lt;br /&gt;In one of the jogging sessions&lt;br /&gt;Came our confessions&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if it was you who made it&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if it was me who made it&lt;br /&gt;But both of us knew it, that&lt;br /&gt;I was the sister whom you lost &lt;br /&gt;You were the brother whom I lost&lt;br /&gt;In the tragedy 10 years back&lt;br /&gt;I gathered myself together&lt;br /&gt;And wondered how you recognized me&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;That a new face from a plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t hide my old face to you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zanychild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driving people insane as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073096872795552297-3860113273466964299?l=thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3860113273466964299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073096872795552297&amp;postID=3860113273466964299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3860113273466964299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073096872795552297/posts/default/3860113273466964299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarmeandstarstruck.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-did-i-know.html' title='Little did I know!'/><author><name>Vidya natarajan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115136741595905931816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hekd7yNsybQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKa0/gmrtJX8ZmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RhegJTK-Q8I/AAAAAAAAABk/udcGU9IkiIc/s72-c/holding+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073096872795552297.post-2951351758705589056</id><published>2007-04-03T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:50:51.658+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>The Pit of Struggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RhIIhtKBatI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwTBR0gApxg/s1600-h/lighted+cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_wfVw-jZno/RhIIhtKBatI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwTBR0gApxg/s320/lighted+cave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049107507386084050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to a bright sunny…err… wait a sec….it isn’t bright or sunny….instead it is pitch dark...oh maybe I am sleeping still….’wake up sleepy head’….I open my eyes wide open, still it is pitch dark….I try to look at my watch…it shows 6 :00 am….then wat is the matter? Why is everything pitch dark….I look next to me to find that my mother is not sleeping next to me…where could she have gone? And I see three people clad in white approaching me…..I strain my eyes and adjust them to the darkness…and see the three figures clearly…one is a woman and the other two are men…they come to me &lt;br /&gt;‘Welcome to the pit of struggles’ says one of the men who is slightly taller than the others&lt;br /&gt;‘We r the 3 wise people of struggles’ says the lady with them&lt;br /&gt;I blink….what the heck is happening around me?&lt;br /&gt;‘I am the director of this pit, she is the managing director and he is the assistant director’ says the man who is shorter…&lt;br /&gt;I blink once again and ask them if this is some kind of a joke?&lt;br /&gt;They then ask me to look above…o
