<?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-5353145427975588348</id><updated>2012-01-16T13:48:02.759-05:00</updated><category term='Parenthood'/><category term='காதலி'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='first baby'/><category term='first time parent'/><category term='childbirth'/><category term='மனைவி'/><category term='தோழி'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Literature at my leisure</title><subtitle type='html'>Ideas, Questions, Thoughts, Inspirations, Complaints, Reviews, Stories and all that I want to express.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-8328863880893698723</id><published>2011-11-15T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:12:29.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Uncle Sam!!</title><content type='html'>The time had come to bid adieu. It was a long fought and hard thought decision. It wasn't that tough to make the decision, but it was tough to time it and tougher to stick to the timeline. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the brighter side, no more freezing temperatures, no more winter boots, no more wrap-me-up-in-4-layer clothing, no more back breaking snow removal and certainly no more of check-the-website-before-you-step-outside protocol. On the other side, no more of fall colors, peaceful long drives at midnight, no more long weekend flight trips, no more of  multiply-savings-by-45 to see a larger smile :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In more than one sentimental way, we got very much attached to NJ. After all, that is the place our son was born. The life in NJ started rather boringly, at least for my wife, with literally no known faces around. We must thank all my friends who soon became her friends too. Thanks to Skype, we didn't miss our family much. Given that even marriages nowadays almost happen thru Skype, one can't complain about not being in touch with the family when one has Skype. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekdays were mechanically monotonous with the 9 to 6 work schedules and late night calls. The weekends were a well deserved relaxation for a week's hard work. The first few weekends went in shopping, shopping and some more shopping. A few more weekends after that went in unpacking the baggage from India and setting up the house. The kind of shopping that Desis like us do in the US on weekends will tire out any strongly built human bodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First there is the essentials (milk) for which you go to Shoprite, Krogers or Pathmark (this visit is almost every other day), next there are certain desi essentials (from pudhina paratha to puliogare podi), stop over at Indian store, then that visit to Kohls to use the $20 off weekend coupon by buying $100 of needless apparel and then for big-ticket items, one last stop at Costco or Sam's club. Hold on, the weekend isn't over, even after all this, we used to catch a couple of flicks in DVDs at home. Whoa, loaded weekends those were!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long weekend that used to pop up once in a while was a godsend. Especially in US, the long weekends are marketed well by the airline industry. Sometimes, you get deals that you couldn't refuse. We used to plan well ahead of time and take trips over the long weekend, flight trips or road trips, anything that gets out of home was a true relief. After such long trips, we will feel re-energized to resume the daily routine while eagerly turning the calendar for the next long weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First year, we were only able to visit Florida, SFO, Niagara and Virginia as our then soon-to-be-born son restricted our mobility :). Then came a couple of lovely family times, one, our parents-in-laws' stay with us and the other, our parents' stay with us. Once he was about 6 months old, we started our trips again. We covered Niagara (yeah, once again), Los Angeles, San Diego, Las Vegas and Grand Canyon, Washington DC, Vermont, Pittsburgh, Florida (this time for my son) and finally Smokies. The last one was literally an icing on the cake, unforgettable get-together with all my NJ friends and their families. Apart from these long trips, there was the small matter of visiting Liberty statue and NYC every long weekend that we stayed home. Bitter-Sweet gifts of staying close to NYC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the life was all happy and enjoyable during the trips, once in a while we used to feel the loneliness. When our friends or cousins get married or have a get together, we will desperately want to move back. All Indian functions are celebrated in the same way in US. Dress up, visit the temple and finish the day off with a meal at Indian restaurant. Those are the times we really used to question ourselves, how long must we keep doing this. As our son grew up, we felt more and more of that emptiness and loneliness in our lives, especially in our son's life. It must have been greatly boring for him to play with the same toys over and over again. The NJ winters were the final nails on the boredom coffin we enclosed ourselves in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence we made the decision to move back to India in the summer of '11 and be back with the family forever. Though we sometimes miss some of the niceties we used to enjoy in US, the pleasure of living in India with parents and relatives outweigh those niceties and the pollution, traffic and political issues that people cite for not settling in India. 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அமைச்சரா இருந்தவர விமானத் துறை அமைச்சரா போட்டது தப்பா போச்சு...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;குடிமகன் 2: ஏன் என்ன ஆச்சு? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;குடிமகன் 1: பீஹார்-ல இருந்து புறப்படற எல்லா விமானமும் தன் தொகுதி-ல ஒரு தடவை ஸ்டாப்  பண்ணிட்டு தான் போகணும்னு உத்தரவு போட்டுட்டாரு&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-1559162173276054992?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1559162173276054992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/1559162173276054992'/><link rel='self' 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முறையும் வெற்றி கண்டவன் ரஜினி &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;இத்தனை வேஷம் போட்டாலும் &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;உனக்குள் தீராது கலையார்வம்&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;எத்தனை கோஷம் போட்டாலும் &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;உன்னுள் ஏறாது தலைக்கர்வம்&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;மற்றவர்களின் ஏக்கம் நடிப்பிற்கு கிடைக்கும் விருது &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;உன்னுடைய நோக்கம் மக்களுக்கு படைக்கும் விருந்து   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;தமிழ் சினிமா இறந்தாலும் நீ மட்டுமே நிரந்தர சூப்பர் ஸ்டார்&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;தலை கீழாய் புரண்டாலும் மாதிரிகள் எல்லாம் பேப்பர் ஸ்டார்&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;அமைதியாய் என்றும் நீ மறுக்கும் விஷயம் அரசியல் &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;அதுவும் என்று நிகழுமோ எல்லாம் அவன் செயல் &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-7570153717321821635</id><published>2010-09-28T16:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:01:52.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes our Superstar the Superstar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;The grand wait is almost over. Less than 48 hours to go. The most awaited movie release of the year, probably the decade (2001-2010), is here. Yes, a new movie from the one and only Superstar Rajnikanth. The buzz and excitement among Indians is bigger than what it is for any festival in India as this Mela cuts all religious and regional barriers and comes only once in 3 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of us never know when we became a fan of the Superstar, I mean, exactly after watching what movie of his. Guess most of us are his fans by default. For days in my childhood, I believed the kid next door is lying when he said he is a fan of Kamalhaasan. Such is his reach and status in Tamil industry that no matter whose films people see and like, they are always a fan of Thalaivar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though Rajni is known for his different mannerisms and punch dialogues, I think the reason for him being such a big star is his looks of an ordinary man and his simple, humble personality. In the decades before his entry into Tamil industry, the heroes were (or would have to be) fair skinned, with well oiled and groomed hair and a formal attire. But he broke those shackles, needless traditions and sported everyday look and became an instant hit with Tamils. As we all know, Rajni's acting is not only about his style, his earlier films had solid story and performances in them. I just thought this is a good time to go down the memory lane and pick 10 of my favorite movies of his while we are awaiting his next Mega Mega Blockbuster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Passionate devotees of Rajni who don't find their favorite movies here cannot sue or attack me as these are 'my favorites'. So please do not get technically violent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Thillu Mullu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For the first time probably, Rajni did a change to his appearance for a movie. No one ever believed they could accept Rajni without his mustache. But the laughter riot that they made this out to be, we couldn't care less about his make up change. Though he always does a good job in the comedy scenes he has in a movie, this was a marked change from his formulaic movies and it took no less than his Guru KB sir to direct this. Never a dull moment, no reason not to watch this one again and again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlight: Interview scene with Thengai Sreenivasan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Thalapathi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mani's modern take on Mahabharata, his one and only movie with the Superstar was no doubt, a super duper hit. The film had everything going for it right from the cast, powerful acting, memorable lyrics, unforgettable music, and an amazing screenplay intertwining mother-son love and the friendship. The short and crisp dialogues were the highlight for me, a distinctive trait of Mani's movies. "Yaen?" "Deva". Those days, it will be a fight for Diwali whether Kamal's film or Rajni's film will be a hit. But that year, Kamal's experimental Guna was no match whatsoever for Thalapathi and the movie became a classic.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Rajni-Mammooty first meeting, Rajni-Srividya scenes, Meeting at collector's office&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Padikkathavan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of Rajni's many movies with the acting legend Sivaji and an emotional step-brother story with all of usual elements. Be it the comedy scenes or romantic songs or emotional scenes, he was seen at ease with all his faces of acting. This film is nothing more than the run-of-the-mill movies in 80s' from Kamal or Rajni but certainly one of the better ones among its clones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Lakshmi, start aayidu and Rajni's discussion with Nagesh about pregnancy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Johnny &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very different from any of his other dual role movies and well distinguished acting and mannerisms for both his roles and an amazing climax make this a wonderful movie. I couldn't quite categorize what genre it is, probably romance comes closer. It had an amazing soundtrack by Maestro to go with Magendran's superb screenplay and direction. The barber character is everyone's favorite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Rajni's talk with Deepa before he kills her &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Billa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A crucial milestone in Superstar's career, one that lifted his stardom up by several notches in Tamil industry. The manly style with which he plays 'Billa' character and the completely contrasting effeminate style with which he plays the other role are any Rajni fans' delight. Sripriya is one heroine who stood out among the usual romance-and-go heroines of 80s and it was a good performance from her too. Though the movie was a remake, it was Rajni who made 'Billa' his own and even if one had seen 'Don', they wouldn't want to miss 'Billa'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: 'My name is Billa' and 'Vethalaya Pottendi' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Annamalai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Malai da, Annamalai' - who can forget that line and the music that goes with it. The early seeds were sown for the style and punch lines of the roles we started seeing in most of his subsequent movies. I read somewhere that it was because some director was unavailable that Suresh Krishna got a chance to direct this and that must have been the luck of his life. The scene before the intermission where Rajni ferociously challenges and the scene in which he takes over as the Chairman are enough to watch this again and again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Scenes referred to in the above lines&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Baasha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ultimate Superstar movie one could ever wish for. Even the producers wouldn't have imagined that it will turn out to be such a humongous blockbuster. Only a very few Rajni fans could stop after a single viewing. What starts out at a slow and steady pace soon enters the best flashback sequence and turns into a blazing fast action movie from thereon. Even 100 remakes can't do justice and Superstar himself may not be able to pack such a punch now. Every film of his, will deservedly or not, will be compared with this and one needs to wait and see if anything can better this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Rajni' scene with principal, Rajni-Raghuvaran first clash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. 16 Vayathinilae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is quite weird that Rajni started acting in badass roles such as this but down the line became a hero and the darling of the masses. Bharathiraja had assembled the best youthful cast he could for his first movie and did everything right to make a superhit movie. More people watch this for Rajni than for Sridevi or Chappani, I am not downplaying Kamal's acting in this but just to show how people love it even when Rajni dons villain roles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Patha vechutiye Parattai...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Aarilirundhu Arupathu Varai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May not be a favorite for many but Rajni is at best of his acting prowess playing a common man who finds it hard to make ends meet. It would have probably struck chord with many of youngsters in Tamilnadu at that time (in 70s and 80s), it was very common to have 4 siblings and the responsibility to feed them all falls on the shoulders of the eldest son or daughter. I like the subtle acting of our Superstar and the moving scenes when his siblings start showing their real faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights: Scene after the fire accident in which his wife dies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Mullum Malarum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Magendran is one director who won't alter his way of doing things for any hero, not that Superstar is one such hero who demands changes to his scripts. (Later, people themselves made only those sort of scripts that Superstar's image would allow). Those were times there was no image boundaries existed for Rajni and he was fully free to choose his roles. His character in this movie loses one hand probably half way thru the movie, nowadays, if his character gets as much as hurt to put a band-aid, the director's house is not safe. I don't remember much of the scenes to highlight one but the way Rajni and Shobha acted this out, this was thalaivar's own Pasamalar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-7570153717321821635?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7570153717321821635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-makes-our-superstar-superstar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7570153717321821635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7570153717321821635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-makes-our-superstar-superstar.html' title='What makes our Superstar the Superstar?'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-4089768848154677597</id><published>2010-05-27T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:30:41.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PCB drama</title><content type='html'>A highly confused group of people in the press wanted to understand the reasoning behind players getting rewarded, banned, selected, dropped or retired quite often in a loop and not in any particular order. So, they made up their mind to go and get the details from the horse's mouths...off they go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Press: Why do you think you were banned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Player: Well, they would have to select me (my performance is so good) if I am not banned, so they banned me, but I fooled them by announcing my retirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(now, the press people sighed a relief, next they go to the selection committee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Press:Why did you select a player who was banned by the disciplinary committee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC: Well, we have only included him in the 30 probables. He has appealed against his ban. The selection will be depending the outcome of the appeal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wow, that makes some sense, shortly they are surprised to find that ban was revoked, boy, will they ever give up, they pursue the matter with disciplinary committee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Press:On what grounds was the life time ban revoked when it was given only 2 months back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DC:Well, on a high profile tour like (aus/eng), you always need experience and he was anyway included in the probables, so we have decided to temporarily revoke his ban, but his inclusion in final 15 will be entirely up to Selection committee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(press people are blown away by their findings, they summarize it here:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In other cricketing nations, players announce retirement once they stop getting selected for the national team. In Pakistan, they don't get selected unless they retire. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Effectively, the same team that failed in Aus goes to Eng with a different captain!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-4089768848154677597?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4089768848154677597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/05/pcb-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/4089768848154677597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/4089768848154677597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/05/pcb-drama.html' title='PCB drama'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-8192054591477208605</id><published>2010-03-28T02:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:02:40.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>பிஸ்த் பீட்ட்ர் - சவுன்டு சாலமன்</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); 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color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;சவுன்டு சாலமன்:&lt;/b&gt; என் ஆளு ரோஸ் எனக்கு அல்வா கொடுத்த மேட்டர ஃபேஸ்புக்-ல ஸ்டேடஸ் அப்டேட்-ஆ போட்ருக்காடா &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;பிஸ்த் பீட்டர்:&lt;/b&gt; விடு மச்சி, இந்த ரோஸ் இல்லன்னா ஒரு ஜாஸ்மின், இதுக்கெல்லாம் நீ ஃபீல் பண்ணாத&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;சவுன்டு சாலமன்:&lt;/b&gt; அட அது கூட பரவா இல்லடா, அந்த ஸ்&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;டேடஸ் அப்டேட்-அ பத்து பரதேசிங்க ‘லைக்’ பன்றானுங்களாம்.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-8192054591477208605?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8192054591477208605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/8192054591477208605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/8192054591477208605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_28.html' title='பிஸ்த் பீட்ட்ர் - சவுன்டு சாலமன்'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-8415521704509716748</id><published>2010-03-26T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:48:02.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>ரகளை ராமு - சகலை சோமு</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); 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font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;சோமு: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ஏன்டா என்ன ஆச்சு? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ராமு: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;நான் ஃபார்ம்வில் விளையாடுறத பார்த்துட்டு, ‘நான் தான் அப்பவே சொன்னேனே, நீ மாடு மேய்க்கத் தான் லாயக்குன்னு’ அது உண்மை ஆயிடுச்சு பாத்தியா அப்படின்னு கிண்டல் பன்றாருடா!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-887983121865226778?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/887983121865226778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/887983121865226778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/887983121865226778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_18.html' title='என்ன அது?'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-202294397411407312</id><published>2010-03-10T15:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:31:11.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>மக்கள் திலகம், மாசற்ற மாணிக்கம்</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/S5fxx9GcX3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jkIwQn-d7jE/s1600-h/mgr+download+super+hit+mp3+songs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/S5fxx9GcX3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jkIwQn-d7jE/s200/mgr+download+super+hit+mp3+songs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088114845376370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever I am down in my spirits, I start listening to MGR songs and almost instantly I feel rejuvenated and reinvigorated. There is so much energy oozing in most of his songs that they invariably tend to impart some of it to those hearing them, even if it is not the listener's intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;என்ன வளம் இல்லை இந்த திருநாட்டில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ஏன் கையை ஏந்த வேண்டும் வெளிநாட்டில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ஒழுங்காய் பாடுபடு வயக்காட்டில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;உயரும் உன் மதிப்பு வெளிநாட்டில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;பாடல்: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;கடவுளென்னும் முதலாளி &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- my favorite lines from one of my favorite MGR songs, so succinctly put, the importance of farming and villages to the development of a country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are more such inspirational lines and songs that I like from MGR collection.  I recollect some of them here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;கோழியை பாரு காலையில் விழிக்கும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;குருவியை பாரு சோம்பலை பழிக்கும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;காக்கையை பாரு கூடிப் பிழைக்கும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;நம்மையும் பாரு நாடேசிரிக்கும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;பாடல்: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;எத்தனை பெரிய மனிதனுக்கு &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the importance of self development and being active and living in harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;அடிமையின் உடம்பில் ரத்தம் எதற்கு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;தினம் அச்சப்பட்ட கோழைக்கு இல்லம் எதற்கு &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;கொடுமையை கண்டு கண்டு பயம் எதற்கு &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;நீ கொண்டு வந்ததென்னடா மீசை முருக்கு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;பாடல்:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; நெஞ்சமுண்டு நேர்மையுண்டு &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the urge to fight against evil at all costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;எல்லாம் எனக்குள் இருந்தாலும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;என்னை தனக்குள் வைத்திருக்கும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;அன்னை மனமே என் கோயில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;அவளே என்றும் என் தெய்வம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;பாடல்: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;உலகம் பிறந்தது எனக்காக &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the worship a mother deserves for she is the only goddess around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;மன்னிக்க தெரிந்த மனிதனின் உள்ளம் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;மாணிக்க கோயிலப்பா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;இதை மறந்தவன் வாழ்வு &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;தடம் தெரியாமல் மறைந்தே போகுமப்பா&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ஆத்திரம் கண்ணை மறைத்திடும் போது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;அறிவுக்கு வேலை கொடு &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;உன்னை அழித்திட வந்த பகைவன் என்றாலும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;அன்புக்கு பாதை விடு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;பாடல்: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;கத்தியை தீட்டாதே தம்பி &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the virtues of love and forgiveness and how essential they are to mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These songs along with many others from his movies covered a very wide array of feelings or emotions, to name a few, Romance, Courage, Patriotism, Governance, Mother or sibling love, Self-development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, how he was consistently motivated to take up only do-gooder roles (whenever he did a role of a bad guy, he had a twin role of a good one :) ) and preach only good things in his songs and movies. Though a good part of credit has to go to lyricists and musicians who were involved, one cannot ignore the fact that most of these were specifically written with MGR in mind. I never get tired of listening to his songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess his willingness to help the people strong enough to transform his on screen persona to the real life without a blip and shine as the unparalleled leader of all time. For once, I regret not having born earlier to have lived in the same era as him and followed him closer during his ascension. I was only a toddler when he died on 24th Dec 1987. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5353145427975588348-202294397411407312?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/202294397411407312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/202294397411407312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/202294397411407312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='மக்கள் திலகம், மாசற்ற மாணிக்கம்'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/S5fxx9GcX3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jkIwQn-d7jE/s72-c/mgr+download+super+hit+mp3+songs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-7681918608668949904</id><published>2010-03-06T02:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:44:34.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>விண்ணைத் தாண்டி வருவாயா...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;’அலைகள் ஓய்வதில்லை’ காலத்தில் இருந்து ஓயாமல் அடித்துக் கொண்டிருக்கும் அலைதான் இந்து - கிறுத்துவ காதல் கதை. ஆனால் இதையே புத்துயிர் ஊட்டி புது வண்ணம் தீட்டி கண்ணையும் மனதையும் கவரும் வகையில் ’விண்ணைத் தாண்டி...’ தந்திருக்கிறார் இயக்குனர் கௌதம். &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;இந்த படத்தில் காதலைக் கையாண்டுள்ள விதம் தான் என்னை மிகவும் ஈர்த்தது. எப்போதும் கூடவே திரியும் தோழர் படை, தற்கொலை மிரட்டல் விடும் பெற்றோர், கத்தி கபடா தூக்கி வரும் குண்டர்கள் என சம்பந்தம் இல்லாத பேர்களோ காட்சிகளோ இல்லை. காதலையும் அதனால் வரும் விளைவுகளையும், காதலன் காதலி மட்டும் பேசி தீர்க்கிறார்கள். சாதாரணமான விஷயம் தான், ஆனால் திரையில் அபூர்வமாக காணப்படும் ஒன்று. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;சிம்பு - த்ரிஷா இருவரும் கிடைத்த வாய்ப்பை சரியே பயன்படுத்தி நடித்து இருக்கிறார்கள். அவர்களுக்கு இடையே ஒரு நம்பும் விதமான காதல் அலை இருப்பது கூடுதல் பலம்.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;பாடல் வரிகள் சற்று சுமாரே என்றாலும், பாட்டின் இசை அருமை அவை படம்பிடிக்க பட்ட விதம் பசுமை. அவற்றை கவனம் செலுத்தி இடம் பார்த்து இணைத்திருப்பதும் இனிமை. பாடல்கள் கதையை முன்னே எடுத்து செல்ல உதவுகிறது. பிண்ணனி இசை முண்ணனியில் இருக்கும் காதலை தாலாட்டுகிறது.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;படம் மெதுவாய் செல்வது சிலருக்கு பிடிக்காமல் இருக்கலாம். ஆனால், காதல் படத்திற்கு இந்த வேகம் தான் சரி என எனக்கு தோன்றியது. எதையுமே வேகமாய் எதிர்பார்க்கும் இந்தக் கால மக்களுக்கு காதலையும் துரித உணவைப் போல் வேகமாய் ருசியின்றி தராமல் இருந்ததற்கு ஒரு சபாஷ். படத்தின் முடிவில் நம்மை லேசாகப பிரட்டி போட்டு விட்டார், இயக்குனர். அந்நியர்களை நம் பாடல்களுக்கு நடனமாட விடுவதை தவிர்க்கலாம். அதனால், ஆடல் அசைவுகள் மனதில் ஓட்டாமல் நிற்கிறது. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;மொத்தத்தில், விண்ணைத் தாண்டி வந்து என்னை போட்டுத் தாக்கி சென்றது இந்தக் காதல்.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-7681918608668949904?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7681918608668949904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7681918608668949904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7681918608668949904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='விண்ணைத் தாண்டி வருவாயா...'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-5609729091681388040</id><published>2010-02-04T17:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:12:15.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my four+ (and continuing) years of stay in US, I have always been fortunate enough to stay very close to my work. In fact, I have pretty much stayed at the same place all this time and even with a shift of jobs, I didn't have to be behind the wheels for more than 15 minutes. Nothing to complain. Recently, I had to start working from my client's NYC office regularly on account of my new assignment. Apart from my disliking for public transport, the fact that it started exactly at the onset of winter didn't help much to keep up my spirits. Icing on the cake, though, is the 12 ~ 15 minute walk in the cold mornings with the wind blowing at my face like tiny but sharp glass pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But one has to accept the changes and move on overcoming the inherent resistance to get out of our comfort zone. So, it started and I pretty much used up my morning commutes to continue my dreams right where I left them when my wife woke me up. Though I did that for a few weeks, it doesn't provide a good start to the day. I mean, imagine you have to start working in your office (client's office) the moment you are off your bed. So, I started looking for alternatives to engage myself. I tried listening to songs on my iPod, but, it got repetitive and boring at a point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Long Long ago, I had cultivated the habit of reading novels in myself. Since then I have been on and off on it due to my laziness. The last time I read novels was about a year and half ago. So, I thought why not give it a shot. I had to thank my fellow passengers (esp. the ones in the evening) most of whom were always seen reading (book, magazine - paper or kindle) even in the dimmest of lights through out the commute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I started reading, with a fiction novel, Gone Baby Gone, source for the movie by the same name. I had watched that movie a few times and the book was highly recommended by our county librarian. It was good reading in the morning hours, though I knew the story and outcome, the book was nothing like the movie. The book pulls you in slowly and you start to get under the skin of the protagonist as you read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the evening commutes, I tried reading at first but they kicked off or aggravated the headache if one was already in play.  I couldn't sleep as well, mostly because I had that feeling of half hungry and partly because I would have run most of the distance from my office to the bus stop to catch the bus . At least some of the days I had company on my way back home, fellow consultants, and our usual chit chats filled in the time. Another interesting thing to do is to watch people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People in the bus are interesting to watch in the evenings than in the mornings. Some use their their crackberries/iphones/androids to see if that office issue got solved, to plan their weekends/dinner, to see what their friends are up to on nosebook. While some are into serious stuff, games. Like the person I saw on the bus the other day, he was on a game to form as many words as possible and he was onto it so seriously that he must have added at least a few new words to his vocabulary before he got off the bus. And a bunch of losers from 19th century, who carry an antique on which they cannot surf, browse, play or work, talk into it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some of these observations are easier to make while you travel standing. I did it once or twice, made sense to stand in the bus and to wait to go home and sit rather than stand in the bus stop waiting to sit in the bus. Everyday, it became easier to read in the mornings and as I got to the end of the novel, it made me read in the evenings as well. And, there I was, at the end of the book after 8 weeks. Fairly long time, but better than giving it up halfway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I don't dislike the journey as it helps me enrich my knowledge in some way. I am already onto my second novel, The Onion Field, and with a couple more on my 'To Read' list. Life goes on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-5609729091681388040?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5609729091681388040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-journey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/5609729091681388040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/5609729091681388040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-journey.html' title='A new journey'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-7300642117253636844</id><published>2010-01-15T16:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:39:27.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>அம்மா</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ஈரைந்து திங்கள் இடைவிடாது என் சுமையை தாங்கி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;இரவு நேர உறக்கங்கள் அடைவிடாது கண் இமையை நீங்கி &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;மருந்து பல தினம் உண்டு உன்னில் மாற்றம் பல கண்டு  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ஈன்றெடுத்தா யென்னை என் இணையில்லா அன்னை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ஊருக்குள்ளே உனது வடிவம் அம்மாவே ஆனால் என்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       உயிருக்குள்ளே &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;உன துருவம் பெண் பிரம்மாவே!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-7300642117253636844?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7300642117253636844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7300642117253636844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7300642117253636844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='அம்மா'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-1633045820582614407</id><published>2009-12-29T17:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:47:36.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice - How just is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Definition of justice - 'Quality of being just or fair'. I state this here so that we are in no confusion as to what justice means after examining some of the cases dealt by the Indian judiciary system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The case that is now making headlines in the news hungry Indian press &amp;amp; TV media is that of a 14 year old girl Ruchika Girhotra's. Some 19 years ago, she was sexually assaulted by SPS Rathore in 1990s Haryana (a police inspector). Rathore was found guilty after a long and delayed trial and was awarded (or should I say rewarded) 6 months sentence and Rs.1000 despite having an eye witness. To add to his achievements, he got out on bail without serving that 6 months sentence. 3 years after the incident, the girl committed suicide successfully (had she failed, she could have been sentenced to a max of one year in prison, what an irony!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After 16 years of protests and fights by the victim's friends and family, Indian govt has woken up and has informed the case will be re-opened to punish all that are involvedand used as a model case. Hope only the punishment to be meted out is used as the model and not the delay! Please google for other atrocities he did to her family in the aftermath of the incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cases like this shake up the very basic pillar of our judiciary system. I can understand the lack of food, lack of medicines, lack of schools/colleges in a developing country but why is there a lack of justice. I am not worried if my country's GDP goes down, stock markets crash, banking system collapse,health care system fails but I am very much concerned if the law and order is not preserved by serving justice in the right measure at the right time. Otherwise, there is nothing in the country that is worth for people in the right mind to live for. They might as well begin to break the law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Case 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sentence served and revoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just two years before I entered my college life (in 1996/97), a ragging case shocked college asiprants like me to the spine. The murder of Navarasu, a first year medical student in a gruesome way. His body parts were distributed through out the city, allegedly by his senior John David. After a speedy trial (around 15 months), John David was found guilty and a deserving sentence was served. Note that there was a packed court during the sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/ie/daily/19980312/07150374.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.indianexpress.com/ie/daily/19980312/07150374.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not sure how many of those people know that John David is now out in the society, free as a bird. Apparently, evidence was not sufficient, so this happened in 2001. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinduonnet.com/2001/10/09/stories/0409223w.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.hinduonnet.com/2001/10/09/stories/0409223w.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is it that changed in between 1998 and 2001? Hmmm, as far as I know, the Tamilnadu government. I know what you are about to ask. Were the police officials who were recommended for CM award in 1998 for solving the case returned their medals (assuming they got it) in 2001? Sorry, I don't know about that valuable piece of information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Case 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentence was served, is being served and will be served...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Indian Parliament was attacked by L-e-T and J-e-M and Mohammed Afzal was convicted in 2004 and given a death sentence to be executed in 2006. So, is he dead now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh boy, don't be so fast!! The execution was stayed and a mercy plea has been submitted. Indian Govt needs to send its recommendation to the president for all such mercy plea requests. According to a news report (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/news/decision-on-afzal-gurus-mercy-plea-may-take/482987/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.indianexpress.com/news/decision-on-afzal-gurus-mercy-plea-may-take/482987/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), Afzal is number 22 in a list of 28 mercy pleas pending and the home ministry is planning to handle only one such petition every month. So, it will be at least June 2011 before the petition moves to the president's hands. May be if the attacks had involved killing the prime minister or a bunch of cabinet ministers, they wouldn't take so much time acting on mercy plea. It seems that the President has no time bounds to act on such requests. Why would the President run the risk of losing her second term (around 2012) by taking any decision on this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Result, the mercy plea will be hanging in the air for some merciful president to come along and mercifully reduce the death sentence to life sentence. And, a couple of years later, he will be released on 150th birthday of some merciful leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Case 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Will the sentence ever be served?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lalu Prasad Yadav's efforts of turning around Indian railways was planned to be made a study for Harvard graduates. If there is a course on how to embezzle government money in a smart way, Lalu's multi-million dollar fodder scam in 1996/97 could very well be the fodder for it. It was the one of the most elaborate and lengthy scam in Indian history and deservingly it will get a lengthy trial as well. Around 200 people have been convicted till now and sentenced to 2 to 7 year rigorous imprisonment with some puny fines levied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ibnlive.in.com/news/10-convicted-sentenced-in-multimillion-fodder-scam/84908-3.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://ibnlive.in.com/news/10-convicted-sentenced-in-multimillion-fodder-scam/84908-3.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wonder when the cases against Lalu will come to judgement day and I hope it is sometime before he grabs a post in the central govt or state govt. He is already 62 and by the time they hand out a sentence, he may not have enough life left in him to serve it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are just few that have caught our attention through the media coverage. There are many more such unsolved, in-trial cases that were once the talk of the nation. Last but not the least, the trial of 26/11 terrorist attacks are continuing into its 7th month and the only accused suddenly revealed the truth. That he did not take part in the shootings, he is being wrongly accused and he came to Bollywood to act in movies. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deccanherald.com/content/41937/i-came-mumbai-act-films.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.deccanherald.com/content/41937/i-came-mumbai-act-films.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sure you did, and may be 26/11 was a movie shooting for you and just that you happened to use a real gun by mistake, we understand and we thank god there were no re-takes. Remember, you are living out of our tax money, now just don't take us for fools, Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To summarize, unless we more special courts or add judges to clear the pending cases (around 54000 in supreme court alone), law breakers will not think twice before committing a crime. Our neighbor China is very fast in serving criminal justice, around 7000 death sentences ordered every year and 1700 executed. Now, I am not saying that is good, I just wanted to point out the contrast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-1633045820582614407?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1633045820582614407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/justice-how-just-is-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/1633045820582614407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/1633045820582614407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/justice-how-just-is-it.html' title='Justice - How just is it?'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-3146824484514382223</id><published>2009-11-24T16:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:14:26.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to the Master!!</title><content type='html'>It has been 20 wonderful years since our little Master had his debut on the big stage. I have been among the lucky to have a large part of these 20 years coincide with my prime years of interest in cricket. I have always admired at his cricketing skills but now I wonder how that is only a small part in his great achievements. The largest part, of course, is his motivation. What on earth possibly keeps him going till date? Let us see. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has shattered all the possible batting records of other players, active and retired. Most centuries, Most runs in Test, Most runs in ODI and whatever you name. To but it in better perspective, statisticians and experts are coining new categories to hail him as its sole member. Like the other day I read, he became the first to score 30000 international runs. Of course, he is the leading run scorer in ODIs and Tests individually, so, isn't it a bit obvious? Come on, get innovative, how about, 'Sachin became the first player to score fifties on all Fridays in a calendar year!!'. So, thats how depleted the cricketing records are now in highlighting maestro's magics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, these kind of stats would have driven him till he broke a few of them, but not to the point where there are no records to break. Could money have been his motivational factor? He has the most number of endorsements and I believe he has been the richest paid cricketer for many years, if not in the current one. Going by his philanthropic activities, I gather his motivation could not be earning more money. And he could have made more of it, when his teammates tried to seal the outcome of matches outside the stadiums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sachin was asked to open a library even before he made his Intl' debut and his coach was afraid that such events would make him feel that he has already achieved everything. (Source: An article by Harsha Bhogle posted in Cricinfo). He rocketed to such a stardom in his teens that for any others of his age would have proved too much to handle. Like money, fame can simply make you blind. But, he hasn't given in to fame, seen by his simplicity during TV interviews or post match conferences. So, fame is neither the motivation that we are looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just his plain desire to play cricket, much like a school boy's desire to play gully cricket in the summer holidays, every single day. He enjoys playing cricket so much that the other things like his records, his endorsements, etc., fall by the wayside and don't distract him. His devotion to cricket is comparable to that of the artists who keep repeating their spellbound performances in a Broadway play. One never has to worry about work if he/she chooses a profession they love. Well, that sums up Master's dedication to cricket!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-3146824484514382223?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3146824484514382223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute-to-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3146824484514382223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3146824484514382223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute-to-master.html' title='A tribute to the Master!!'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-4462158851319156668</id><published>2009-10-12T13:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:10:51.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia!!!</title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year when there is no end to the fun, when you hear noises all around though people live in peace, when you see bright colors and lights all around the town, when you see people tick off items on their wish-list, yes, it is Diwali time!! Though there are many festivals and functions that are celebrated in India, none of them is as joyous or wide-spread as this one. &lt;i&gt;For outsiders, Deepavali is a function celebrating the killing of a bad guy (Narakasuran) by Lord Krishna (Hindu mythology). It is celebrated by bursting crackers, lighting lamps, wearing new clothes and distributing sweets.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word 'Diwali', or 'Deepavali' as pronounced in my mother tongue brings only happy memories from childhood to my mind. It might be the case for most of us. The first time we talk about Deepavali is when we get the school handbook, to check if Deepavali falls on a weekday so that we get a holiday!! There is something about Deepavali that brings out the passion in everyone. It might be the new clothes for some of us, laxmi vedis (crackers) and atom bombs for some and just the idea being at home eating sweets for a lot of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Deepavali got closer, most of us would have pestered our parents to find out when we were going to shop for those new clothes.  Once we get the date, we would wait for it as if our entire life depended on it. On that day, we would go out shopping as a family and buy new clothes for all. The deepavali shopping would inevitably end in a dinner at the restaurant and a ride to home happily asleep in auto-rickshaw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes the next big thing. Crackers!! There is a kind for everyone in that. Girls and Moms in the house might like Busvaanams (flower pots) and Sangu chakkarams (Chakras) whereas brave boys would like to go for laxmi vedi, kuruvi vedi, atom bombs and rockets. Heated discussions and fights were sure to arise among siblings and with parents in preparing the budget and list of crackers to be bought. And those lunch time comparisons with school mates on how much crackers each of us had bought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the eve of the function, we go early to bed to make sure we get up early. We would be pulled out of the bed and given an oil bath. Then we rush to wear that new dress and show it off to everyone at home. Personally, I was in a big joint family with my aunt, uncle and cousins in a single home, so I used to get everyone's blessing and the five rupees/ten rupees that come along with it. That was our only earned money to buy something that we like. We go out to the doorstep, burn all those crackers, get exhausted and come in to have a sumptuous meal. Vada, Laddu, Payasam... that list never ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun doesn't usually end there, we would go up to the terrace or some other place in the after lunch hours, to crack off all those bijili vedis with our friends or next door kids. We even kept some crackers to be burnt later in the month during Karthigai deepam. The next day, our routine life resumed but we would not miss a chance to wear that Deepavali dress to our school (at least, our school allowed it) to impress our class Juliets. Oh, I miss those good old days!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, Deepavali isn't that much fun, at least to me, I don't know if it is something to do with me or not. The passion and enthusiasm with new dresses are long gone, sweets are just namesake with most of watching waistlines, and its been nearly 10 years since I burnt crackers for Deepavali. Good grief, I don't even know what is the latest on crackers. Maybe some 'Green' Laxmi Vedi has come up which will emit less smoke!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am more than contended to spend my whole day watching star interviews and numerous films, with most of them being 'Ulaga tholaikatchigalil mudhal muraiyagaa...'. Though it has been 4 years since my last Deepavali at home, I am not sure if I will ever get that child in me to enjoy the Deepavali as I used to. Maybe my son will help me re-kindle the passion in Deepavali in a few years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-4462158851319156668?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4462158851319156668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/10/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/4462158851319156668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/4462158851319156668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/10/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia!!!'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-3745883407804465462</id><published>2009-10-06T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:17:40.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 favorite movies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right from my childhood, I have been a movie buff. Movies have been my only pastime at several points of time in my life. When I was in India, I confined myself to regional movies. Only after coming to US, I started watching English movies. Thanks to our free public library, I would have seen at least half of Top 250 movies on IMDB amongst others.  I thought it would be fun to list my top 10 movies of all time with the reason why I like them. As it turned out, there was a big fight in my mind as to which one will get a spot and which one will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are not listed in any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;specific order of greatness, it is just the order these movies came to my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 Angry men - Sidney Lumet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One can understand the greatness of this movie by the simplicity of the story line. A jury decides on the guilt or innocence of the defendant. Simple, isn't it? But, how this is developed into an intriguing 100 min movie by using 12 different facets of human mind. None of these 12 characters could be called similar, hence none of them could be done away with. Each one contributes to the movie in equal proportions, crisp writing and masterful direction takes the movie to a great height. My favorite juror is juror #4. I never think twice to see it once again. Even the Russian remake of this movie, called '12' was good, but in its own right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Following - Christopher Nolan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a less known movie from the well known director. Can a movie with a running length of just 70 minutes have all the elements of a thriller and be made so much interesting? Oh my god!! The non-linear narration creates a feel that the movie is longer than what it is. With just three characters, the director keeps everyone in suspense till the mind blowing climax. The non-linear narration is something that you will definitely associate with the director on seeing Memento and The Prestige. Just WoW!! You may not see it in your library collection, the only place I was able to get it was Netflix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Usual suspects - Bryan Singer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I fell in love with Kevin Spacey's acting after seeing this movie. He plays it very cool, subtle, low voiced like a real criminal caught by the police. There is no clue shown in the movie anywhere to indicate that twist in the climax. Once you see that last minute collage of scenes where we get the hints, you feel you have been fooled along with Agent Kujan. The other actors contribute to a good effect as well.  The only twist in the movie comes in the fag end, Kevin's narration of incidents is so good that it keeps us glued till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shawshank Redemption - Frank Darabont&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This movie is long, slow paced with not so many twists but still it shines bright among all. Right from scene 1, you become empathetic with Andy Dufresne. The film gives a great message 'Never lose hope!' to everyone. Freeman's voice-over through out the movie is excellent and engrossing. One of those rare films where lines linger on your mind when you are done watching the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lines like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Andy Dufresne who crawled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; a river of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;shit and came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; on the other side' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 'I was honest through out my life, I had to come to jail to became crooked'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are just simply wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ocean's Eleven - Steven Soderbergh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool!! The only word that comes to my mind when I want to talk about this movie. Cast, pace, music and dialogues are all so apt in this movie and they make you love this movie instantly. I never get bored watching this movie, anyplace, anywhere, anytime. They made this movie so good that even the crew themselves weren't able to better it with sequels. A great time-pass movie!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (Spirited away) - Hayao Miyazaki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not a great lover of animation movies but this one just blew me away.  This movie is very thrilling and has some innovative story telling. You just start liking the movie in a few minutes into it and it shows that you can even do these kind of movies in animation. There are a couple of other good animation movies from the same director. He is the master of animation. Hats off!! Don't miss it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Godfather II - Francis Ford Coppola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On seeing this movie at this place, you would have completely believed that these movies aren't in any order. I mean, who doesn't like Godfather. Now I don't want to combine them both and say Godfather trilogy, each has its own driving points. But my pick is Godfather II, it has the best acting from two greats, De Niro and Al Pacino and excellent editing. Robert Duvall, an excellent actor of our times, is overshadowed by Al Pacino, but he needs special credit for playing that subdued role so well in the first 2 parts. Anytime, I scroll past the channels and see Godfather I or II, I stop and watch it for some time. Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence of the lambs - Jonathan Demme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jodie Foster, Anthony Hopkins - Two best artists competing to steal the show, both deservingly got Oscar for their roles in this movie. There is not much of killing shown, not much of action, but the thrill element and the interaction scenes involving the lead characters are unforgettable. The editing in the scene where Jodie enters the killer's house is one of the best of all times. You won't be left with too many fingernails at the end of this movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duel - Steven Spielberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This movie produced for TV has all elements of a blockbuster. A man is pushed to the limits by a truck that is chasing him on the highway. The entire movie is on the road, focuses on th chase, how could one make that interesting? Well, if you are Steven Spielberg, you could. Given that he could make such an interesting movie with just two vehicles and one human character at his disposal, no wonder he made Jurassic Park, Schindler's list, Saving Private Ryan among other great works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Shining - Stanley Kubrick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No collection is complete without a movie from Stanley Kubrick. One of my favorite directors, I have seen 9 of his 16 movies and I have liked each one of them. This movie just raised the bar for horror movies that only a very few can achieve. It is genuinely scary and thrilling and has an eerie feeling to it. The setting is perfect for such a movie and Stanley doesn't miss the chance to make the most out of it. A must watch for horror lovers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 31px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-3745883407804465462?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3745883407804465462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-top-10-favorite-movies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3745883407804465462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3745883407804465462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-top-10-favorite-movies.html' title='My Top 10 favorite movies!!!'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-212377062540578594</id><published>2009-08-19T14:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:47:50.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It never rains but pours!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;BJP can certainly vouch for that now, misfortunes seem to have been lined up for them. For everyone's benefit, BJP is one of the two main national political parties in India. It all started during the Loksabha (Indian general elections) poll campaign earlier this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First, they had differences in nominating their prime ministerial candidate, then intra-party fighting between Arun Jaitley and BJP top brass, Varun followed up with his hate speech, to top it off, Advaniji kept going over his broken record 'Manmohan Singh is the weakest PM' and maybe he was hinting about his health, only God knows? To steal the limelight, there were disputes between CM and ministers in Karnataka and the state govt's inability to act against atrocities committed by SRS. Anyway, none of these incidents helped them to put up a fight against UPA or Congress in particular and hence they were shown the door by Indian electorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That loss must have hurt BJP for sure. So, after that we expected some re-grouping and re-building to save the image of the party among masses. Nope, it only got worse. Nobody was ready to take the responsibility or nail down the cause of the defeat. An open acceptance came later from the party lead and each one of the top leaders gave their own reason for BJP's defeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Commotion within the party after such a loss took things to a point of no return. Jashwant Singh, Yashwant Sinha and other top leaders came out in open against top BJP office bearers. They tried to resolve their internal disputes in public. The streak of such incidents is continuing till date with the latest one being Jashwant Singh's book on Jinnah. What is it that is causing so much issues in BJP? Lack of tolerance, I would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many of these BJP leaders have read the book on Jinnah in full? If BJP announces that the views expressed in the book are Jashwant's personal views and they don't endorse that, then why expel him as a knee jerk reaction? On one hand, BJP claims itself to be a secular party but on the other hand, they couldn't tolerate someone claiming Jinnah to be secular in his book. When someone writes a book on a leader, they have a certain level of freedom to express their point of view. I haven't read the book but if BJP leaders have, why can't they express their reasons to expel him? They themselves keep reducing the chances of getting any votes from non-Hindu communities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More importantly, all these issues keep detracting BJP from playing the role of a constructive opposition party. There are so many other important issues we have in hand. Several states are in drought, swine flu is spreading across, a few key state elections are coming up but BJP says "No sir, we are busy getting the title of Big Joke Party, please leave us alone".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-212377062540578594?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/212377062540578594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-never-rains-but-pours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/212377062540578594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/212377062540578594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-never-rains-but-pours.html' title='It never rains but pours!!'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-7085504870158198641</id><published>2009-08-17T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:03:21.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From my school days - Final part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ramu was from the state next to ours. He used to speak in English most of the time during classes. We weren't sure whether it was because he wasn't comfortable with the regional language or due to his practice in earlier school. In our school, though the rule was to speak in English all the time, nobody paid a scant regard to it. Only thing beneficial out of it was, teachers used to collect a fine of Rs.1 everytime they caught us conversing in the regional language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All our teachers pointed Ramu as an example and asked us to speak in English like he did. As majority always wins, we made him talk in the regional language like all of us did ;). Other thing about Ramu was he was very interested in Maths among other subjects. He used to keep working on amateurish vedic mathematics during those days, tricks to quickly multiply numbers and similar things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As we got along with each other, I started visting Ramu at his house during weekends or holidays. We started spending a lot of time together and all three of us bonded into a close unit. And it continued this way till the end of our tenth grade. After that, we decided to pursue further education in a different school. Due to a gap in communication during the long holidays and due to different advices from relatives and friends, Naresh and I ended up in different schools for the next year. With that, our wonderful 4 years together came to a temporary halt. Ramu joined the same school as I did and at least I had one known friend in my new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From that point till date, each of our lives have run in different directions. Each of us took a diverse path in our career and life. During this time, we came across a lot of new friends during our college days and we got introduced to each others' friends. Sure, we added a one or two to our close gang, to write about them, will be a blog for another day. And though its been nearly 5 years since all three of us met, we keep in touch through occasional conference calls. None of us are in our home country now, and our trips to our homes don't seem to overlap at all. But, I am sure the day will come when we will get a chance to remember, rejoice and re-live those fun filled memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-7085504870158198641?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7085504870158198641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-my-school-days-final-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7085504870158198641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/7085504870158198641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-my-school-days-final-part.html' title='From my school days - Final part'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-2375238469100533370</id><published>2009-08-10T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:24:05.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From my school days...</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of my 6th grade in school. I did all my schooling from kinder garden till the 10th grade in the same school. Though there wasn't a big environment change when I moved into my 6th grade, it sure changed my set of friends. Till my 5th grade, I have had friends, but none very close or none whom I could recall now. It will be pretty much a different guy every year, next to whom I happen to sit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the sixth grade, students from three sections of 5th grade were merged into two. So you know how it is during the school days, guys from the same section tend to stick together, they hesitate to group with guys from a different section. This kind of stuff goes on, at least for some time. And there are interesting little fights that go on when such a merger happens. Like, who will be the winner of arm-wrestling between B section champion and C section champion, who will get the first rank between C section topper and A section topper. As silly as it may look now, as serious it was at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when this merger happened, I used to observe a few of the new guys in silence. One guy, in the name of Naresh, in particular caught my attention. There was this guy who was very silent, I mean, I hadn't seen anyone in my school like him till that time. Somehow, I started to develop a liking for him, for the reason he was silent, calm and sturdious. I started talking to him at every chance I got. I used to move to his bench during classes and we used to discuss together about the subjects. And, like that, it continued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bond started thickening and we became very good friends during the seventh grade. As we can choose our places at the beginning of the year, we chose to sit next to each other on the first row (we were nerds) in 7th grade. And we pretty much share our entire time in school together studying, playing, teasing and doing all sorts of things a 7th grader would do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after a few days, a new guy joined our class. His name was Ramu.K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Names have been changed in the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-2375238469100533370?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2375238469100533370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-my-school-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/2375238469100533370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/2375238469100533370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-my-school-days.html' title='From my school days...'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-8454057953022205177</id><published>2009-08-10T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:48:42.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='மனைவி'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='தோழி'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='காதலி'/><title type='text'>என் தோழி என் காதலி என் மனைவி</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;தோள் மீது தோள் வைத்து தொடர்கதை பேச &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; தோழி யாகிறாள் என் உயிர்த் துணைவி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;மடி மீது தலை சாய்த்து கவலைகள் எல்லாம் தீர&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; காதலி யாகிறாள் என் கண்ணின் மணி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;என் மீது கண் வைத்து தனக்கும் மேலாய் எனைக் காக்க&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;மனைவி யாகிறாள் என் மனதின் மகாராணி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5353145427975588348-8454057953022205177?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-2006047605337993657</id><published>2009-07-30T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:04:43.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>அவன் அவள் எவனோ ஒருவன்</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;இது ஒரு காதல் கதை. நமது நாயகன் சாரங்கபாணிக்கு அமுதா மேல் கொள்ளைப் பிரியம். அவளுக்கும் அப்படித்தான். எப்பொழுது இந்தப் பக்கம் அந்தப் பக்கம் அவனை தாண்டிச் சென்றாலும் மெல்லிய புன்னகை பூத்துதான் செல்வாள். ஆனால் அவர்களிடையே ஒரு முக்கியத் தடங்கல் ரமேஷ் தான்.  அவன் சொல் பேச்சு கேட்டுத்தான் சில சமயம் தன்னை பார்க்க அமுதா வரவில்லை என்று கூட ஒரு சந்தேகம் உண்டு சாருவுக்கு.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;சாருவை சில மாதங்களாகத் தான் அமுதாவிற்கு தெரியும் என்றாலும் மிக நெருக்கம் அவன். அவனது பூ போன்ற முகமும் கள்ளம் கபடமற்ற மனசும் தான் அவளை வெகுவாய் கவர்ந்தது. ரமேஷின் அன்பு வேலியை அசைத்து பார்த்ததும் அதுதான். மேலும் சாரங்கபாணி ஒரு வாயில்லா பூச்சி. அவனுக்கு அமுதாவை கண்டாலே பேச்சு வராது. அதனால் அவன் மேல் அமுதாவிற்கு இன்னும் பாசம் அதிகம். அவனும் எத்தனையோ முறை முயற்சி செய்து விட்டான் ஆனால் அவளை பார்ததால் ஒட்டிக் கொள்கின்றன உதடுகள். &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;ஆனால் ரமேஷ் அப்படியில்லை, ஆங்கிலம், தமிழ் இரண்டிலும் சரளமாக பேசுவான். நினைத்ததைப் பட்டென்று சொல்லி விடுவான். அவனை போல் பேச சாரங்கபாணி தொடர்ந்து முயற்சித்தான். ஒரு நாள் தன் தைரியத்தை எல்லாம் வரவழைத்துக் கொண்டு வீட்டில் ரமேஷ் இல்லா நேரம் பார்த்து அமுதாவிடம் தன் காதலை சொல்லி விட்டான். அமுதாவிற்கு ஒரே அதிர்ச்சி. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;அமுதா பதறிப் போய் ரமேஷை உடனே தொலைபேசியில் அழைத்து ‘என்னங்க!! நம்ம சாரு இன்னிக்கு என்னப் பார்த்து முதமுறையா ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;அம்மா&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;”ன்னு கூப்பிட்டாங்க’ என்றாள்.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-2006047605337993657?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2006047605337993657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know...I know what you are thinking, "Wasn't that a solar eclipse that created waves a couple of days back?, so why the title?". No, this is a lunar eclipse, you may not have seen this on CNN or BBC or in any channel for that matter, because its only in my life. My moon, My son, Shashank left to India today with my wife and parents. I won't be seeing him for at least a month, that being the optimistic chances of all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I console myself that it is the price I pay for the money I earn but heart doesn't quite get it. All it knows and wants is that smiling face that comes rushing to the door on hearing a familiar voice. Well, no one will come so now. I guess I won't be rushing home either. He isn't here but everything that I see, the strollers and child seat in the closet, the 'happy 1st birthday' wall hanging, the cute foto in which my wife is cuddling him, the remote controlled car hidden under the bed, baby on board sign on the car and the tea table along which he walks reminds him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever I am out, he knows, he checks the bedroom closet once in a while to see if I am hiding there. I did check to see if he is hiding in there, but no, he isn't. Where will he check in the new place, he doesn't know that he is so far away from his dad. But it will be on his mind, he will know that he is missing his 'someone special'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have felt lonely at times, at different points of life. But, this loneliness is different, first time when I came to US, yes I did leave my parents but fell into a circle of friends. Next time around, my wife was with me to take care of me when I came away to US. But this time, it is different. This isn't the first time I am away from my parents, but it is the first time I am away from my kid as a parent. A bit of my own medicine for myself, or may be its only justice that is meted out for being away from my parents. Life is fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One thing is for sure, loneliness is not lonely now, I am here for its company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-3818708257259019130?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3818708257259019130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-lunar-eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3818708257259019130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3818708257259019130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-lunar-eclipse.html' title='A long lunar eclipse'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-5017616058125070981</id><published>2009-07-14T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:28:33.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dell, my darling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those of you who are not aware of a typical software engineer's day, here is a quick view. Wake up late, get-wet-in-a-minute bath, get dressed in a hurry, skip the breakfast or waste half of it, reach office(sleeping if on a bus or messaging while driving), glue your fingers to a PC, interleave the work between coffee breaks, lunch break and net surfing and drive back home. There are some exceptions like the slog-it-out till midnight or warm the bench all day but I guess they are less now that companies are pinching hard for a penny. Now, to the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happens when we come back home? Do we sit down, relax, take a nap or go for a stroll with family or friends? May be some of us do, but I am yet to see one of them. Most of us sit down with our handsome friend, our all time favourite, classic time eater, the one and only laptop. Now, why do we do that? Didn't we want to get away from the computer at office? Didn't we wait for our day in front of a PC to come to scratching halt? Lets dig deep to see if we get some answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a coffee on the table, relentless wife or mother calling for our attention, we logon to our mail a/c. Dutifully delete all spam and promotional emails, read all the mails in our friends group, then we take a sip on that hot-then-cold-now coffee with our one hand, while the other types a (x)ollywood rumour site on the web address bar. Then we hop on to a sports site, a political news site, a social n/w site and complete our chaotic surfing pattern after an hour or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now, this needs some serious introspection. We crave to get away from the office computer but we are happy to sit down and spend meaningful time in a meaningless way when we could spend it with someone who needs our time or to read a book or to develop a new skill or even to learn a new language. Or we could see if we can do what we do using computers without them. Sure, that was confusing enough. In other words, we could call up a friend instead of tweet-ing or orkut-ing or facebook-ing them. Sure we all have some hundreds of friends in all these sites, but how many do we really care about. How many do we really want to share our lives with? Very less, probably. Some of us might be obsessed with laptops due to restrictions at office but that being the reason is very less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Laptops, computers and mobile phones all came into our lives to make things easier, now we are addicted to them. I am not for one to throw them all away from our lives, but limit their participation in our lives. Bring in some human element in your life after office hours. Join your wife or parents or grandparents or kids on a walk, share your day with them. Help your mind get relaxed, free your fingers from stress and start up your life by shutting down that laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-5017616058125070981?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5017616058125070981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/dell-my-darling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/5017616058125070981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/5017616058125070981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/dell-my-darling.html' title='Dell, my darling...'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-3805450823374837643</id><published>2009-07-10T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:35:37.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not when you earn money, save money but spend some. During childhood days, like everyone else, I used to expect my parents to take me outdoors, to a movie, to a park or a trip to our native town. I felt happy when we went out as a family to any such place. My sister and I had the habit of demanding a lot of things when we go out for dinner, like taking auto (transportation similar to taxi) instead of the bus ride back home. We did not realize the pinch on our parents' wallets then, we were happily ignorant of that. Later,we realized it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, in my life, when I get a chance to bring my parents out (not only out of their home, out of their usual world) to a different country, I feel a sense of pride. We (my wife and myself) feel happy that they get to experience their first flight journey. The feeling we get when we drive them around in a car with them relaxing in the rear seat is not so easy to explain with words, must be felt for you to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We take care of all their needs and necessities when they are with us here. We take them out to famous tourist places, temples, parks and dinner or lunch at hotels. All this just struck me to see how lucky we are to make them happy similar to how they did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sure, nothing is free of cost. So when my parents say, why such a costly trip son, that shirt looks expensive, lets not dine out. I just feel like saying, "Mom, dad, certain things in life are priceless".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, between your savings and checkings, do some spending too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5353145427975588348-3805450823374837643?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3805450823374837643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3805450823374837643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/3805450823374837643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-6609884135796524095</id><published>2009-07-09T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:02:01.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time parent'/><title type='text'>The longest day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7th July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This day marks the beginning of a new chapter in our life, the chapter of parenthood. When we all went to bed last night after watching Spiderman-3, we had no clue of the events that unfolded today. It was around 2.30A.M when Anu woke me up and asked me to call up the doctor. She started feeling some pain in the lower abdomen. After bringing myself to a steady state, I called up the doctor's office. We waited for around 15 minutes before the doctor gave us a call back after being paged by the nurse. Doctor asked us right away to go to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We packed certain essential things and started to Chilton hospital around 3.40A.M. We checked in at the maternity department and Anu was admitted in. I was allowed to be with her in that room while my in-laws had to wait outside the department. I went and updated them whenever I got a chance. Initially couple of nurses attended her and after all the routine checks, they confirmed that Anu is going to have the baby today. Anu was very much afraid and tensed on knowing this. None of us had expected it, we thought that we will return home after a shot or some medication to relieve her pain. The baby wasn't due for another 1 month, he was supposed to be born on 08/08/08 as an olympic baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were informed by the nurses that the baby may not come home with us as he might need help breathing and might be kept in special care due to early delivery. This added more tension and worry to all of us though I convinced Anu to think about the probability of he being normal. Anyway, I said 'lets get through the delivery first and hope he breathes fine'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the time went by, Anu's pain started increasing. She got shifted to her delivery room and in-laws were allowed to be with us till the morning shift nurses take charge at 7A.M. Anu couldn't bear the pain as contractions started to occur frequently. After repeated inquiries to the nurses about the arrival of the doctor, they assured that the doctor will be in by 8A.M. Doctor came in, examined Anu and asked Anu whether she would take an Epidural to numb her abdomen area. She gladly nodded yes for she had suffered far too much pain in a short span of time. She took the epidural and fell asleep from the tiredness of fighting with the contractions since 4A.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While Anu took some rest, I made calls to mom and dad to inform the news. They were happy, excited and tensed about how we will manage. We made calls to Anu's grandpa and uncle in bangalore. We told them that we would keep them updated on the progress. We had some breakfast for the sake of having it. Anu woke up after some 2 hours of sleep around 10.30A.M and felt hungry. She had some snacks but was too afraid about delivery to eat further. I stayed next to her all the time and assured her that she will come through fine with the baby. I knew she will, if I am there to help her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Around 11.30P.M, we were informed that doctor will come soon and prepare things for delivery. Meanwhile Anu was making fine progress with her contractions. Nurses told us that the doctor is going to take care of the delivery for another lady before attending Anu. We waited for nearly two and a half hours before doctor came in. She asked Anu to breathe heavily and keep pushing the baby out. Three nurses and I were there helping Anu to push when the contractions occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From 2.20P.M, Anu started pushing out the baby heavily and slowly he started coming out. After 45 minutes of continuous pain and pressure, Anu delivered him at 3:06P.M. To add to the shock of early delivery, he surprised the doctors and nurses with his good health condition. They said he does not need any special care as his breathing is fine. Anu and I had tears at the edge of our eyes once he was born. The nurses cleaned him up and gave him to me. I showed him to Anu and congratulated her. She wished me as well. Then I rushed to inform my in laws who were unaware of the progress and eagerly waiting to hear the news any time. I couldn't stop the tears of joy when I broke the news to them. We had decided his name as Shashank only a few days back. Shashank means moon, for a change, the moon landed on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12 hours of relentless suspense and tension, all washed away in the river of joy on seeing him, his tiny body parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-6609884135796524095?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6609884135796524095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/longest-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/6609884135796524095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/6609884135796524095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/longest-day.html' title='The longest day...'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353145427975588348.post-1041828731946027765</id><published>2009-07-07T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:31:18.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Completing 1 year of M.P Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Our son Shashank is one year old today. We are happy considering what all we had to give up in the past one year to watch him grow. The first few months were manageable with Anu's parents helping us both in taking care of the baby and the household work. Though those months involved intermittent sleep patterns for both of us. Some days, it will be a full blown cry for reasons we couldn't understand. With the help of in-laws, we succesfully completed 4 months of parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The toughest part in this first year was the period immediately after my in laws went back to India. We had to go early to bed and wake up early to sync up with Shashank's sleep patterns which we did. As I used to come home for my lunch, Anu got her reprieve, for an hour at least. We had to hold him in our laps and stuff our lunch down the throat as soon as possible. Nothing is as unpredictable as child's behavior, everyday we were in for a surprise. There will be days where he won't lie down at all in the afternoons, some days it will be 30 minute of nap every 2 hours, some days he will sleep sound through the afternoons. It all depends on, well, we don't know what, that is why I called it unpredictable in the first place. In the evenings, we had to wash the dishes from our lunch, sterilize the bottles, feed him, make the dinner, wash the dishes again and go to bed before 10.30 or 11. It meant tight work for both of us especially after 6 months of continuous help from our in-laws from all aspects of household work. If you had a good day at work, you can be sure that your day at home that evening will compensate for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once I shifted to my new job in February this year, Anu lost her one hour reprieve during lunch time. It was not unusual for Anu to get frustrated with him and skip her lunch or just stick to snacks during lunch time. And our occasional quarrels in the evenings in taking care of him died down slowly. This way it continued and things got better and better after 7th or 8th month. We got 4 or 5 hours of continuous sleep at nights before his first feed at night. We got time for ourselves in the evenings to have a chat. The last two months of his first year were thoroughly enjoyable with my parents being here and taking care of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We feel proud now to have given up small materialistic things (like going to theatre), watching cricket or movies online, just browsing,   aimless shopping and many more to watch Shashank crawl, sit, stand, laugh, cry and grow into a big one year old boy. I am sure there are many more challenges that parenthood is going to throw at us and we will face them with a smile. This day last year, I was a happy man and I continue to remain so today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M.P stands for Master of Parenthood. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;This is my first post, so all your kind reviews are welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353145427975588348-1041828731946027765?l=vijayrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1041828731946027765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/completing-1-year-of-mp-course.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/1041828731946027765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353145427975588348/posts/default/1041828731946027765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijayrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/completing-1-year-of-mp-course.html' title='Completing 1 year of M.P Course'/><author><name>Vjr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038791952808256269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM9DMrUcdoc/Sl0UFmhmAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fapI7iQ-Gd4/S220/IMG_4345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
