<?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-934289720013225513</id><updated>2012-01-03T21:43:12.345+05:30</updated><category term='pesum minsaram'/><category term='I saw'/><category term='I came'/><category term='Blah Blah.'/><category term='I don&apos;t know'/><category term='yaathumagi'/><category term='earworm'/><category term='I write.'/><category term='It starts.'/><title type='text'>Hey you! Welcome here.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-5695985182725091717</id><published>2010-04-04T13:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:29:10.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deccan chronicles!</title><content type='html'>Hyderabad. Yes, I'm now in the pearl city where curfew has become a common scenario. So, what on earth am I doing here? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon ... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-5695985182725091717?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5695985182725091717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=5695985182725091717&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/5695985182725091717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/5695985182725091717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/deccan-chronicles.html' title='Deccan chronicles!'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-1614707416390563100</id><published>2010-01-15T12:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:41:18.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earworm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesum minsaram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaathumagi'/><title type='text'>Earworm to start 2010 :)</title><content type='html'>A song which plays in a loop, here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Pesum Minsaaram.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Yaathumaagi (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Music: James Vasanthan.&lt;br /&gt;Singer(s): Benny Dayal.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Mohanrajan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanadhenna? Aavadhenna?&lt;br /&gt;Ennidam maatram kanden.&lt;br /&gt;Sonnadhenna? Solvadhenna?&lt;br /&gt;Unnidam kettu nindren.&lt;br /&gt;Uyir varai theendinaai, Adai mazhai thoovinai.&lt;br /&gt;Mudhal murai silirkiren. Kadhal, idhuvo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yethum illa en ninaivil ennanavo nadakka.&lt;br /&gt;Yaarum illa en manadhil saaralum adikka.&lt;br /&gt;Netru kadhal illai, en nenjil neeum illai.&lt;br /&gt;Indru yen maarinen? Kadhal, idhuvo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesum minsaram neeya?&lt;br /&gt;Paadum minmini neeya?&lt;br /&gt;Yaavum neeya?&lt;br /&gt;Uyirin aadharam neeya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netru munaadi vandhai, Nenjai kannadi seithai,&lt;br /&gt;Binbam thanthaai, Ennaiye velgiraai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellai illaa vaanam endru ennai ninaithurundhen,&lt;br /&gt;Ullangkaiyaal moodikondaai, micham indri karaindhen,&lt;br /&gt;Yennai nee vaanginaai, Enakku theriyaamaley,&lt;br /&gt;Unnil naan moozhginen. Kadhal, idhuvo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanadhenna? Aavadhenna? ... and it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-1614707416390563100?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1614707416390563100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=1614707416390563100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1614707416390563100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1614707416390563100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/earworms-to-start-2010.html' title='Earworm to start 2010 :)'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-6754481638576477797</id><published>2009-11-11T09:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:49:43.416+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t know'/><title type='text'>The dear departed</title><content type='html'>Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost eight months since I met you. The last time when we spoke, I was pretty much elated about my birthday and what happened since then? How is life on earth? Well, it has been a surprising year so far with a series of (un)fortunate events .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10th, 2009 A.D ended in a happy note. Truth to be told, When I joined this company, I had absolutely no idea of staying back so long. To me, it was just a temporary job to avoid any suggestions and advice that would come in all possible direction, free of cost. But then, very soon, just within a weeks time, I lost my interest in finding any better opportunities. This office to me seemed like my college, we have always had fun whilst work. We were often referred to as the best batch e4e has ever seen . Days just passed by happily until one fine evening our trainer looked extremely disappointed, which was quite bizarre. After about 30 minutes of interogation, he opened up. Before he could say something, the telephone rang. It was our Senior Manager and he wants to meet us. There was absolutely no commotion because we were so stupid to believe he just wants to put up some usual questions like if the A/C is working or if the chappathi from the cafe is fully baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, our manager was accompanied by few men who carried some white papers and laptops. The old gentleman among the two introduced himself as the senior manager, human resources department and he has come down from bangalore. Ha, by now we should have got a clue, right? But no, we still thought its about the chappathi kurma. The lean figure cleared his throat and addressed us in a rather unusual deeply remorseful tone. I felt like watching a Christopher nolan's movie. I had no clue why he should suddenly show up and pat us on the back for no apparent reason. Our vacant expressions made him put it right on the face - you guys are fired. Yes, we were ousted. Apparently due to some law suit, one of our clients cancelled their contract and the company had to lay off some fresh fishes, and that was us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a disheartening evening, I was forced to write my first resignation letter. I can still remember prabhu asking the HR - Sir, can we atleast stay for some more time and leave by end of day, as usual?. Unfortunately, the answer was NO, as expected. One among us asked the HR if they could just transit us to another project for which we got yet another disappointing response - We'll get back to you if there is a need. Soon in minutes, we were evacuated. We walked down the stairs to see the cabs were waiting to pick us, it was all preplanned, dammit. Honestly, I haven't felt bad even at the school or the college farewell, this just shook me off. We couldn't take it up but though, we had no choice than to walk back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend, we planned on a trip to mahabalipuram. Yes, the same place which saw us a few weeks back with utmost fun and happiness. It was decided at the trip that this batch, the infamous batch 14 will meet up every month end at some public place. But, it dint happen more than thrice. Yes, it's quite true that time heals. Few of us were lucky to get a job and others were still hunting. Among the few lucky, I was one. I was called back by my company and was offered a job in a higher level of support for which they don't normally recruit amateurs. Radhika and I reported back to e4e on march 20th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radhika is the girl who has a wide reputation of being jovial, friendly, bubbly and brilliant. Ever since I met her, we have always had fun pulling her leg. Her vibrant laugh is what one could remember when they think of her. Once, she playfully said that I'm like her brother and hence supposed to support her and not to tease her. At that time, I never realized I have a lovely sister who would trust her life with me. Since day 1 we were good friends, always had nice time and If there is one thing that made me feel better in rejoining this company, it was her presence with me. I might not have taken it up if I were the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was told before, this process is supposedly a higher level project and hence was full of experienced people. We both looked like hobbits. Having tagged "freshers", we were given a corner seat in the hall amidst the highly 'educated' people. It is quite natural for anybody to take time to acquaint with someone and for us, it took a long time. Apparently, my dear colleagues were not interested to acquaint with us and at any given time, it was only rad and I who were found together. We became really close and thats when I contemplated my mom's words. She often tells (read it as cribs) that our home is missing a female kid and that I should know to raise a younger sister. Well, perhaps she is right. If it wasn't radhika, who else would have called me 'anna'? or to be precise, "Dai anna". Yes, she is the best sister a guy could get. I always tell her, I wish she was born my sister for which she giggles and tells - dai mokka podatha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite natural for someone of my age to comment on seeing a guy and a gal moving so close. And it happened in my case too. I was put to many discomforting questions and sarcastic comments. But as someone said, my reaction most of the time was, "Quite frankly my dear, I don't give a damn". One fine evening, my trainer passed a comment on us in the class in his usual "funny" tone. Rad immediately responded by telling him, in fact, them that Vishwa is my brother and requested them to stop making "fun". In spite of this, I still have had tough times till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing which amuses me is, what the bloody fish bothers them? and this little question is still a conundrum to me. Well, the day when we moved to production, we were put in the same team and continued to help each other at work until they formed a new team. It was when they seperated us for some 'brilliant' reason. I was put to some discomforting questions and phew, It was quite hard. But hey, as they say, Time is a powerful medic. Things dint bug me as I continued not to bother. As days went, we had more nice times, celebrating our friends' birthdays, hanging out together with friends and all that fun. I still can remember, rad is the first female apart from my mom to have shed tears for me(Though, we were just kidding that I was hurt). It'd take light years for me to describe how affectionate she is and how much I love her. sigh! .. Damn, I've started mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 8 months since I joined this work but it seems like 8 days. In the month of march, when I joined, I wasn't bothered about rad joining wipro in the late december becuase I always had a thought that december is far away. My computer's CMOS battery is kaput so I have to set the system date after every bootup , huh. One fine day, when I took time to find what day it is, I realized its november. The same day, rad said she is planning to put down her papers. This is of course a good news. Yes, I always want her to be in a better job, at least she. But then, there is always a small worry that she is leaving. Yesterday, I was happy to hear that she has got her d.o.j, the much awaited d.o.j and whats more good is that she has to report in chennai itself. She always tells that she don't want to miss her parents and family and yes, her prayers are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today she has put down her papers and is awaiting her relieving orders from the company. If am not mistaken, she will be off this place in a week. During this eight months at e4e, I have learned a lot, a lot about computers, a lot about people, a lot about life, a lot, a lot. I am going to miss something that kept me going all these days, my sister's presence. I am sure rad is going to have a great time ahead, I wish and I pray to god that all her endeavors are a mammoth success. And I am also sure, she will be my side, forever. Rad, I promise to bug you wherever you go. To commemorate, ladies and gentlemen, let us all "LOL" for a minute and bid farewell .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the very best sis .. :)&lt;br /&gt;Your lovingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-6754481638576477797?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6754481638576477797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=6754481638576477797&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6754481638576477797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6754481638576477797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-departed.html' title='The dear departed'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-226172610134661383</id><published>2009-03-10T00:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:17:06.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's fortune:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Today you will see a fortune cookie that you have never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                             - Orkut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Orkut is sometimes right. Tenth of March '09 not only marked special occasions like Holi and Milad-e-Nabi, but also the aging of a simple earth descendant who seldom celebrates it. It all started with a simple albeit very special greeting card sent by Sundar (My first ever B'day greeting :) ) which was later followed by a series of surprising events accounting to a wonderful day. When the clock tower at the Allahabad observatory showed twelve, my mobile phone released high frequency sounds which we often call as "Ringing tone". I was surprised and elated to see my friends wishing me at the stroke of mid-night. I knew everyone was tired after returning home from work place, But still they stood awake just to wish me - How nice?!! :) .. Thanks everyone!! And, It's certainly a great delight to hear a happy birthday song sung for you at the stroke of mid-night, that too on a conference call. Thanks to Rad, Rat and Sangi and Oh, Thanks Mr.Mozart for such a lovely composition (Although this one sounded like a typical Yuvan. A reprise? Oh well :P). Soon in minutes, I went to sleep, happily. The next day, as usual I woke up late and hastened to office. I was thinking whether to goto office or not because I had to goto my college in the evening for my graduation day. I know about my college, they strictly follow the "IST". I thought I could goto office and leave from there, and so I went. Whatever happened at my office is just indescribable, or at least to me, it is. I got my first ever b'day cake... An exquisite shirt... A photoframe - enamoring souvenir!!! Thanks a lot guys!! (If there is any other better word to express my gratitude, I'd be happy to use that.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;br /&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/934289720013225513-226172610134661383?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/226172610134661383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=226172610134661383&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/226172610134661383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/226172610134661383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dude.html' title='Happy birthday dude!'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-1537767768947082267</id><published>2009-03-08T12:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:11:49.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Team outingungo - v 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There are two kinds of people on planet earth : Those who like sequels and those who don't&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                        - Yours truly.&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/934289720013225513-1537767768947082267?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1537767768947082267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=1537767768947082267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1537767768947082267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1537767768947082267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/03/team-outingungo-v-20.html' title='Team outingungo - v 2.0'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-459245830454658083</id><published>2009-02-22T15:23:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:37:35.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Team outingungo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just remembered one of the famous maxim, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"&lt;/span&gt; - Rightly said. After a fatiguing month of work, we guys wanted to have a change, a change that brings entertainment and whence came the thought of a team outing, just to freak out to some place and have fun. It was when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Whatever-I-do-Just-for-kidding&lt;/span&gt; asked for suggestions, the places of interest were Mahabalipuram, Tada Falls, Theme Parks and Oh, not to forget Dakshin Chitra. After analyzing factors like distance, cost, fun quotient, global warming, recession, dollar exchange rate, Kashmir issue,  blah blah and more blah blah, consensually we agreed upon Mahabalipuram. Tada falls was ruled out just because someone said that the place is frequented by "Ghosts" that which periled the gals.. (ROFL big time). So, Pallava's place it is, decided. When to go, was the next question. Unfortunately the saturday which immediately followed happened to be the "Valentine's day", the day on which they celebrate the beheading of a poor saint who left a piece of paper reading "From your valentine". Well, commemorating that, some of our "Romeos" and "Juliets" had plans for the day, so we had to procrastinate the plan to Feb 21st, the next saturday with loads of expectaions... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, Feb 21st, Saturday, 06:13 HRS IST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Birds chirping - Sun rising up - Pankajam maami next door chanting kandha sashti kavacham - Muthu, the milkman yelling "Amma paaal"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by muthu's squall, the alarm disturbed my sleep , I just woke up to see if earth is still rotating , and thats when I realized its saturday, the day to execute the mega plan. I hastened and managed to get ready by 0700 HRS. According to the plan, I was supposed to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Call-me-don-everyone-in-orissa-does&lt;/span&gt; with me to Saidapet, where we would be joining the rest of the team. And so, I called him up to check his status quo - no response. Even after a dozen of calls, I got no response. Bloody hell, I immediately called up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Vasoolraja-Kamalahaasan-Lookalike&lt;/span&gt; and informed him the situation. He along with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. All-in-all-alaguraja-sidekick&lt;/span&gt; tried to contact our "No response" guy- No use. I then started to his house with utmost wrath and when I reached there I saw a 3/4th clad typical north Indian guy watching some crappy SRK movie on his desktop. Luckily, he helped me in waking up our bloody defaulter. Soon in minutes we were on our way to join our team. Having informed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Powered-by-muscles-driven-my-martial-arts&lt;/span&gt; we joined our team at VGP and our journey commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as was expected, the journey was fun filled, absolutely. It started with the Not-so-fatal beatings to our defaulter for the delay, which was then followed by the usual entertainment activities like singing, dancing, screaming et al. Soon we reached our first place of visit, Mutukadu boat club, which is on the way to Mahabalipuram on the East Coast Road (This place houses one of Tamilnadu's "largest" boating house). We heard a low grunting noise even after the driver had killed the engine, Oh, that was our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.I-hate-being-called-a-brother-this-is-outrageous&lt;/span&gt;. His tummy rumbled. In fact we all were hungry, So we planned to have our breakfast. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms.I'm-not-fat-the-word-you-are-looking-for-is-chubby-dammit&lt;/span&gt; helped us in getting hot idlies from HSB. After devouring the day's first food, we were all set for the boat ride. To our disappointment, there were no pedaling boats. All we had is that 'Dhurrr-Dhup-Dhup' Motor boat and the 'Aiyelesa' rowing boat, with the helper rowing it. Well, we made groups of four and chose 5 rowing boats and  presto, we were on the water, rowing rowing rowing towards the horizon! (Over exaggeration, I agree :D). The ride lasted for about 1800 seconds(sounds so long no? :P) in which we discovered an atoll, took pictures for the orkut part, splashed the contaminated H20 over each other and finally, returned to base. One &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.I-swear-I-am-as-young-as-you-people-are&lt;/span&gt; gasped and reported that the lower atmospheric layer of the Galactic Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha is too hot today and suggested some pesticides to quench our thirst- Righto, Done! What now? Ah yes, a small game of Volley ball in the scorching sun. I remember seeing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ms.Don't-call-me-a-glutton-its-just-a-spoon-extra&lt;/span&gt;-that-I-eat! (serving spoon of course) chasing the ball that which rolled on the floor thrice in a minute. Well, what else do you expect from us? We are rookies! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the road to Mahabalipuram, Set wet gel in my hair, Strong smell of karvaad rising up through the air.. Oh well, we continued to execute the same old travelling fun algorithm. Soon in 30 minutes we reached the Pallava's place with a nice welcome by the cool sea breeze, greenery et al. I was just thinking, "Oh what a place to live in, no humongous population, no pollution, good". I was proved wrong in a jiffy when I witnessed a crowd of men yelling something, It was apparently a protest. Ah well, It all happens here, Welcome to India.. *sigh*. Since it was half past twelve, we thought we should have our lunch before the adventure and so we went in search of a good eat out. Heck, we walked almost a kilometer to refuel our ships and that food was not too fantastic as such. Well, If you have noticed, we have done nothing so far except the boat ride and its already 2 in the noon :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, there aren't many places to be explored in Mahabalipuram except those brilliantly formed lumps of consolidated mineral matter and the scupltures carved out of them. For the next 75 minutes we had an amzing time exploring every nook and corner.  Well, If you trace our path travelled, every roundabout way we took was either because of a dead end or a ahem ahem.. (All hail valentines of the 21st century!)... We took pictures of every rock we climbed, every tree we sat under. Myself and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.I-am-not-a-manmadhan-it-happens-just-like-that&lt;/span&gt; were clearly ahead of the rest, running before them. And thats when I had a chance to experiment Sir Isacc Newton's discovery by slipping off a small rock (Aarva kolaaru, you see :D). When the clock on the wall struck four, we moved towards the shore- yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach volley ball is a nice game to play, but not with 10 people in a team chasing for the ball, Chaotic you see... We played a small game on the shore with the opponent team winning by a small margin-dammit!.. Soon after the game, we jumped into the sea. Initially some guys hesiatated to come in for no apparent reason, but soon in minutes they joined us (Anyway we would have dragged them in :D). It was just the two females, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Maami &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms.Pray-silence-for-here-lives-me&lt;/span&gt; who remained dry during the end of the day. And oh, speaking of which reminds me about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms.Love-is-not-the-word-which-plays-in-my-dictionary-and-I-love-it (A.K.A Ms.Rowdy-And-Terror)&lt;/span&gt; being threatened by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"THE GURU&lt;/span&gt;" for some matter of which I shall speak no more ;) .. So, it was seven in the evening when we called it a day and started our journey back home. The travelling fun algorithm was again called for, with the same enthusiasm efficiency, No matter how tired we were. Dancing, yelling, singing - It continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, if you see, the purpose of our visit was not to explore mahabalipuram or not to learn about the sculptures of the great kings, for that matter. *yawn* ... It was just to have a day out, a day to relax, a day to enjoy with friends, and I must say, It was a wonderful day, totally!! Perhaps, the best day of the year so far :) ... (Oh boy, 2008 was a fiasco, no?) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have more such nice days in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;br /&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/934289720013225513-459245830454658083?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/459245830454658083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=459245830454658083&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/459245830454658083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/459245830454658083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/02/team-outingungo.html' title='Team outingungo!!'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-8389034578737306280</id><published>2009-01-31T01:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:23:37.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aur ye aapka doosra sawal :)</title><content type='html'>Friday the 30th, will be a memorable day in his life. After a prolonged boring life, this day witnessed something Interesting/Inspiring. It so happened at his work place when he came late by a few seconds after the dinner break. Hot seat, as they call, is a practice invented by some ingenious guy wherein you will have to sit before a group of people and answer to whatever they ask, whatever. Unfortunately, he had to be the first candidate for the Hot seat. He of course had a rough idea about the questions that will be asked and also was he afraid of the answers to be framed. It started with a pretty obvious question, "Tell me about your love/crush". Well, poor guy had to tell something to convince the inquisitors. As it went on, plethora of questions were asked pertaining nothing but girls and relationships(Well, what else would you expect? huh?). Truth to be told, he was nervous, and whence came the spontaneous answers, which were partially right. Upon giving it a thought now, he thinks he should have told what he felt, actually. Anyway, As one Mr. SRK said, "Abhi picture bhaki hei". So, once he was done with the damnation, Rangachary, One of the Trainers,  was asked to take up the Hot seat and so did our gentleman. The next one hour or probably more(Well, they were not following the clock!) was absolutely great.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of questions were asked, from girls to guitar, beer to betrayal and more! (FYI, Ranga is an upcoming sound engineer, a music aspirant). Our guy was quite intrigued by the way ranga  managed to answer as well as to advocate(Well, not exactly). If its not speaking philosophical, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is not so hard as it looks, it all depends on the way how you take it&lt;/span&gt;". That's what he learned from  Rangachary, Balaji and Ananth, three nice men from the training department. Well, the last time a question was thrown, it was ananth on the hot seat who pretty well managed to end it on a good note following which Ranga called it a day. "Ahem, Restroom's inviting-Lift's opearting-Cabs waiting- Alright, lets leave". Having said that, he took the cab, reached home and is now writing some crap to put up in his blog. Voila, its done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Few questions asked to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your first crush.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Expectations from your life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What attracted you the most in your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you were to date someone present here, Who would you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Happy/Sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite a lot "vetty" questions. It was fun though. He could have answered better. Anyway, Thou shalt speaketh again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-8389034578737306280?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8389034578737306280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=8389034578737306280&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8389034578737306280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8389034578737306280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/aur-ye-apka-aapka-doosra-sawal.html' title='Aur ye aapka doosra sawal :)'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-6203218498149795445</id><published>2009-01-25T13:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:10:41.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Even I was Taggged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi. The following post is nothing but a piece of junk just to make sure this blog is updated frequently :) . I have no idea about this Tagging Kalachaaram, Sundar tagged me for no apparent reason and here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Et tu brute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A nice cottage on a hill station, beloved one sitting besides and... Ah well, *sigh* ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;My sucessor.(Hell, he is better than me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Start an engineering college and make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Thats how it starts no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Original Q: Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. being loved. Oh wait, depends on the person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Until i see someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Add her in orkut and yeah, whatever.. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? Your gf/bf or an actress/actor?&lt;br /&gt;Nayanthara or any other female who looks c&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;Digital Signal Processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Playing counter strike condition forty two and as usual, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Basically vetty. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Option 1. But yeah, The latter one follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t have much time after I wake up. I will just brush, bath, eat and go to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Never. I will realize well before that stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;The one to whom I haven’t made love before, Or the one who was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t. But then, since its someone “special” I can pretend(Ah I must.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If its your last day and you have one call to make, whom would you call? Dont tell me your mom. Someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi Uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three most important expectations in love:&lt;br /&gt;1. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;2. Still No idea,..&lt;br /&gt;3. Ah yes, “Good looking”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. List 6 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, frankly, no one visits this page, if suppose inadvertently you came in, By the holy powers vested upon me, I hereby tag you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-6203218498149795445?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6203218498149795445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=6203218498149795445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6203218498149795445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6203218498149795445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/even-i-was-taggged.html' title='Even I was Taggged!'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-6482262284676534378</id><published>2009-01-01T01:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:32:54.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SVvOdgV24cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qWdc3ckeFh4/s1600-h/New+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SVvOdgV24cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qWdc3ckeFh4/s400/New+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286045593942548930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A very happy and prosperous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009"&gt;New year&lt;/a&gt; to all ...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/934289720013225513-6482262284676534378?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6482262284676534378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=6482262284676534378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6482262284676534378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6482262284676534378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009 !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SVvOdgV24cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qWdc3ckeFh4/s72-c/New+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-5153563602505525515</id><published>2008-12-29T14:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:23:19.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When harry met sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SViPxfbwK5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IHzcrppGrec/s1600-h/Crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SViPxfbwK5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IHzcrppGrec/s400/Crap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132243133541266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-5153563602505525515?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5153563602505525515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=5153563602505525515&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/5153563602505525515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/5153563602505525515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-harry-met-sally.html' title='When harry met sally'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SViPxfbwK5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IHzcrppGrec/s72-c/Crap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-4912696694739487248</id><published>2008-12-13T01:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:02:23.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SULKMiFMvrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5egBPlPakjE/s1600-h/lottery-crap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SULKMiFMvrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5egBPlPakjE/s400/lottery-crap.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279004029887495858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brillaint no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-4912696694739487248?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4912696694739487248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=4912696694739487248&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4912696694739487248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4912696694739487248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/12/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SULKMiFMvrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5egBPlPakjE/s72-c/lottery-crap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-4201838911499919304</id><published>2008-12-06T14:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:47:53.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>How man civilized?</title><content type='html'>They all were asked to gather around, they had no idea why and whats going to happen? Presuming something good will happen, they all gathered. The next few minutes witnessed something unexpected! Something bad, Something of what was left is a pinch of joy, a pound of pain, a scoop of hatred, a dollop of rage and a dash of disappointment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1919 A.D,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/STpCZR9VEiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Gzig49OGjsc/s1600-h/connect+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/STpCZR9VEiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Gzig49OGjsc/s400/connect+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276602915502756386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 A.D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/STpCZhnJpSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L1ZzvPwxcyE/s1600-h/connect+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/STpCZhnJpSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L1ZzvPwxcyE/s400/connect+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276602919704700194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, Happy recession guys!! Ho ho ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-4201838911499919304?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4201838911499919304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=4201838911499919304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4201838911499919304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4201838911499919304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-man-civilized.html' title='How man civilized?'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/STpCZR9VEiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Gzig49OGjsc/s72-c/connect+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-4848247621834564074</id><published>2008-11-06T19:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:53:25.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Obama Vijayam !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SRL0QIJv76I/AAAAAAAAAFs/pQPmIn1rPnA/s1600-h/20081105_379537_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SRL0QIJv76I/AAAAAAAAAFs/pQPmIn1rPnA/s400/20081105_379537_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265539472252989346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SRLyORAnY9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Saiy8icgYEA/s1600-h/20081105_379537_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Congratulations, the first ever African-American President....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, Obama dude has won.. From Washington to Washermenpet, celebrations all over the globe! But wait, What does it portend to us? Eh, No idea.. People believe that 'Obama Vijayam' will contribute to our betterment. I say, "ok da". That night, when 'he' was searching for a good place to strech out and sleep, people kept bugging him. Reading newspapers aloud, ranting whatever they googled, crapping the statistics (rounded off for simplicity).. The last time such a commotion happened, it was Osama in 2001... As one of my friend would say, "Torched".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, i am too inexperienced to talk about this, But this man has set a huge hope. When Rajan, the cab driver hoping a fall in the diesel price, Rajesh the "Engineer" is hoping to get his DOJ very soon. And oh, Not to forget about pattu maami who is really worried about the mega serial channels turning pay stuff, hoping the CAS will be lifted off. Ah well, I don't know what Mr. President has got to say. As of now, Lets hope atleast he bans the night shift. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Visu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-4848247621834564074?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4848247621834564074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=4848247621834564074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4848247621834564074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4848247621834564074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-vijayam.html' title='Obama Vijayam !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SRL0QIJv76I/AAAAAAAAAFs/pQPmIn1rPnA/s72-c/20081105_379537_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-3460446433775270536</id><published>2008-10-31T11:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:23:45.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Billiards and BOFHs.</title><content type='html'>It was a very boring day at his office(as usual), everyone looked petrified, especially after the dinner break. It was when he browsed and found a game installed in his system, he played it and found it interesting. Whence came the idea of sharing it to his fellow mates who were dying to have some entertainment. Soon in no time almost every system was found running the game: Billiards. "Ha, i cleared the level atlast", "Dammit! missied it by an inch", "Am bored, *back to sleep*" were some of those dialogs heard across the room. When the clock on the wall striked ten, someone entered the room, his looks were dubious and he was identified a BOFH. As they all guessed, the person said that he has taken screenshots of someone playing billiards and wanted to know who. System number was asked for to identify da man! The ONE Mister raised his hand with utmost pride and smile and said , "yeah its mine". Further, he showed them the game. Bravo! Bravo Signor!.. A sudden commotion, the entire game was recorded over the LAN and it was put up on the projector. What-a-game sir je! Flawless!.. Annoyed Mr.Trainer took da man outside and advised him not to repeat any such thing in future,Although now, he told a warning letter will be issued or worse, a termination letter. The ONE showed no interest, he yawned and said "ok" and came back to his seat. When asked about this incident to the co employees;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X : "What the fake?, when they have a restricted access to internet why do they still employ people to monitor us? Bhaskars! ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y : "Saar, this is total bool shith , they should allow "small games" to be played during break hours, I say".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y's alter ego : "Whatever.... ... ... ... *hey gal, come lets go to the cafetaria*".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z : "*Yawn*, Oh, day over ah da? Shall we leave for home?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-3460446433775270536?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3460446433775270536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=3460446433775270536&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/3460446433775270536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/3460446433775270536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-billiards-and-bofhs.html' title='Of Billiards and BOFHs.'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-5334656565669588434</id><published>2008-10-02T16:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:19:03.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Astounding !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SOSmVaP_y8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kMcL6GQSbOM/s1600-h/google+funda.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orkut in Chrome :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SOSl7vATZxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yvt2ZcLOqsk/s1600-h/orkutGC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SOSl7vATZxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yvt2ZcLOqsk/s400/orkutGC.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252505511069443858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orkut in Firefox :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SOSmJhHP2LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WGIK99lsWA0/s400/orkutFF.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252505747858643122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hey, google infiltrates! (Okay, Its The Google! So no wonder)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SOSmVaP_y8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kMcL6GQSbOM/s400/google+funda.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252505952174721986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, is this all happening just for me? I must write to Mr. Chief Minister regarding this, how can they remove the option of (s)crapping in "Tamil" ? Uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-5334656565669588434?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5334656565669588434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=5334656565669588434&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/5334656565669588434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/5334656565669588434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/10/astounding.html' title='Astounding !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SOSl7vATZxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yvt2ZcLOqsk/s72-c/orkutGC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-6178811878500548344</id><published>2008-09-29T20:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:47:04.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sad Reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stumbled upon this; A Tribute to all you 'would-be' employees/pseudo-engineers. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, we have rules..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil looked at her smiled and told:"Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yours remorsefully.&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/934289720013225513-6178811878500548344?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6178811878500548344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=6178811878500548344&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6178811878500548344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6178811878500548344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-reality.html' title='Sad Reality.'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-8868533229414319709</id><published>2008-09-23T22:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:30:57.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rock on !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ahan, Nope, It's nothing to do with the Abishek Kapoor's latest flick. It's actually a piece of amazing information that a small lump of hard consolidated mineral matter can get you across national boundaries. Wondering what? Well, it all happens at my office. My trainer who is supposed to train us in the fake american accent came up with this astounding yet brilliant idea!! If anyone wants to speak american, have a pebble in the mouth and speak, and there you go bush! Darn .. One thing which i am wondering is , when i was 2 yrs old, my mom kept telling whilst monitoring me that i don't put any sand or stones in my mouth. Now that am 22, another lady suggests me(read it as advocates) me to put a pebble in the mouth. What. The. Hell. She also keeps bragging that she is the world's best mentor and even her maid servant can speak in a texan dialect (By a strange coincidence, the whole class uttered **** ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And oh, FYI, i have heard all the big guns of my employer's speaking, No one of them has an accent. It's all a sham! Ennagada dei? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yours Unfortunately.&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/934289720013225513-8868533229414319709?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8868533229414319709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=8868533229414319709&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8868533229414319709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8868533229414319709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-on.html' title='Rock on !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-1420065496199246156</id><published>2008-09-12T10:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:31:24.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guns and Roses !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5th of September, 2008. HCL BPO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HR: Am sorry, I couldn't put you through, your english is quite dissatisfactory. Come back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9th of September, 2008. Sutherland BPO.&lt;/span&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HR: Your english is very good, we want you on the voice process*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I actually went there for NON-Voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eh what ????&lt;/span&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-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P .S : Someone actually hacked my blog yesterday, and in the process of recovering i lost my template and widgets. Dammit ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks to srini who actually saw the blog and notified me! :)&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/934289720013225513-1420065496199246156?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1420065496199246156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=1420065496199246156&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1420065496199246156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1420065496199246156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/09/guns-and-roses.html' title='Guns and Roses !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-8708053874952539818</id><published>2008-09-07T13:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:32:24.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dr.Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Four months of absolute laze, No productivity whatsoever, frequent analysis and speculations on the 'dreadful word' : Life moves on just like this. Well, the large amount of such engineers make me feel better about my predicament :p. So, what is that am worried about? As one could easily guess, its the inabilty of mine to squander time. I used to tell people that am bored to death(well, even now i am), but then, on an inadvertent introspection, i felt that 'Why to worry? , its all destined to happen'. Some goddamn enlightenment! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Orkutting and blogging(just reading others') has become by favorite hobby in the recent times. Participating in a whole lot of forums and discussion threads is the frequent activity(discounting the forums discussing and cribbing abt the 'not-to-be-told' topic). Whoa, people actually speak some interesting topics, global warming, women rights, globalization et al. I used to participate actively eventhough i had no idea about the topic :). By passing such irrelevant comments, i had a chance to acquaint with some people(No no, not girls alone.. :D) and of late i end up 'chatting' :D.. Apart from this, as usual, I'm watching umpteen movies now and then. And oh, the evening cricket. These things keep me really engaged that i have stopped worrying about the.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As i pondered over what could be done to utilize time i had some ideas of learning some new language(Oh not the tech crap, i mean here german, french etc.,). All the materials are ready and I'm just waiting for the day( May be after the American elections, apparently thats the reason for every procrastination :P). And oh, As days pass, folks home have started muttering 'Thanda soru', yay!! One hundred suggestions coming free from every possible direction, yay! Perhaps, they were right. And so, I've planned on for a part time job(Well, who wouldn't want to earn? ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As far as the word "part-time" is concerned, it means "BPO". Ah yes, the 'hardcore' night shift thingy. Ayyo da ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recently, a couple of days back, I tried HCL bpo, and i'm very pleased to say that am rejected stating my english is at the ground level. YaY !!! Thats alright, I quote coubertin here. :) Suggestions welcome, oh please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The hunt Continues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Visu.&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/934289720013225513-8708053874952539818?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8708053874952539818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=8708053874952539818&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8708053874952539818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8708053874952539818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/09/drstrangelove-or-how-i-learned-to-stop.html' title='Dr.Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the holidays'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-1924268625833626434</id><published>2008-09-04T23:13:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:32:50.928+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Google strikes back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SMAzok3aQdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4igiCGr7qxU/s1600-h/GoogleChromeLogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SMAzok3aQdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4igiCGr7qxU/s200/GoogleChromeLogo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242246738443125202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The internet giant has released their first ever free and OPENSOURCE browser for the mankind. Its named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_chrome"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Google Chrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and was released on September 2, 2008. People say that this might be the end for the "Dude from Albuquerque". Well, anyway, its not for me to worry about. :P Lets just hope Google OS hits the market soon!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chrome has this simple yet powerful interface consuming very little memmory, It has several other advancements of which one is the speed. Its faster that than the world's allegedly fastest brower- Firefox. Well, atleast for me, it is.  However this is not entirely in the open source community, so one cannot expect a plethora of addons like for firefox. But wait, google themselves might come up with amazing stuff, just wait for it. As of now this beta version is available for just windows platform. All you linux fanboys, please don'tbe disaappointed, this is just the beta thingy. Wait for your piece of cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You can download the beta version for windows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And here is a thing you might be interested, this is an easter egg. Type About:Internets in the URL of chrome and see what you get. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Visu.&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/934289720013225513-1924268625833626434?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1924268625833626434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=1924268625833626434&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1924268625833626434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1924268625833626434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-strikes-back.html' title='Google strikes back'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SMAzok3aQdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4igiCGr7qxU/s72-c/GoogleChromeLogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-6576756787428644164</id><published>2008-08-31T15:49:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:33:51.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aiyo da !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was just poring down the yesterday's weekend Metro plus. I don't know why HINDU has become so bad in the recent days. The "Caught Snapping" section used to contain pictures taken by viewers  which they think is funny, Apparently, HINDU also thinks the same. 95% time the pics are bloopers, terrible english that can be found at the road side, like "Lemon Rise", "2 Minits" etc.,&lt;br /&gt;But wait, what are they expecting from people? If they think its funny, they must visit china. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, this reminds me one thing. Whenever some Indian(or precisely, tamilan) speaks English in a different(read it as improper) dialect, we make fun of him/her for thy ignorance. But if a french speaks "Yello madham, hous evetrytingh?" , we call it stylish adorable accent. What. The. Hell. English is not our Native language. And FYI, There are several variants of English in the American Continent itself, like Texan, Canadian et al. And oh, also the british English is different. We call them proper classification! Duh. Whatever with it! Damn you THE HINDU. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the amount of crap they manage to rope in is just mind numbing. Just check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/mp/2008/08/30/stories/2008083052051400.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Daughter Iniya is a big fan of Shah Rukh Khan and has watched "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Her brother Nakulan (one of the four boys in Shankar's "Boys") is making his acting debut in "Kaadhalil Vizhundhein". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;AMAZING TRIVIA !!!! But wait, How come its acting debut if he had already acted in a film(Boys). Uh? Whatever. Now, send this to them. A real blooper ! Darn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-6576756787428644164?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6576756787428644164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=6576756787428644164&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6576756787428644164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/6576756787428644164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/aiyo-da.html' title='Aiyo da !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-3234803313386842894</id><published>2008-08-28T07:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:33:05.128+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sooper da</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/934289720013225513-3234803313386842894?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3234803313386842894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=3234803313386842894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/3234803313386842894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/3234803313386842894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/sooper-da.html' title='Sooper da'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-2711425217706947206</id><published>2008-08-15T02:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:20:49.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>Where philosophies amalgamate !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SKULC-ushpI/AAAAAAAAADw/FXgHAyAET5E/s1600-h/Bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SKULC-ushpI/AAAAAAAAADw/FXgHAyAET5E/s400/Bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234602287714567826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  * Click to preview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** No Offense meant :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-2711425217706947206?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2711425217706947206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=2711425217706947206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/2711425217706947206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/2711425217706947206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-philosophies-amalgamate.html' title='Where philosophies amalgamate !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SKULC-ushpI/AAAAAAAAADw/FXgHAyAET5E/s72-c/Bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-8464808195530635138</id><published>2008-08-08T23:22:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:27:51.699+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>Line aiyiduthe.. !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all happened a couple of days back when we were coming back home from the ground. &lt;a href="http://seshdotcom.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sesha&lt;/a&gt;, a professional driver and Visu, a professional pillion were found on the Selaiur main road , attracting crowd at around 18:30 IST.  Besides the rain, we started home from the ground in sesha's bike and as usual he had no problems overtaking almost everyone. When we passed by our school, we saw some lights and decorations, only then we recognised that its the 'School Day'. That reminded us many things, huh, yes, Nostalgia. Ah, well, how could we forget the chemistry teacher who used to be the usual victim of our gags, and yeah, the mathematics teacher too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking all these whilst we were going home in bike. As we crossed the c(r)amp road junction, the road looked free and that lured one mr.sesha to pump up to 60s, he had absolute control though. A red color maruti sx4 was going before us in a constant speed, suddenly that bugger slowed down for no reason(The road was free!). I was watching the lights changing pattern in a beautiful manner, i was amused. Oh, only then i realised it was the back light, darn, he had applied brake. I yelled 'Macha watch out', It was too late and I found myself writhing on the road. Yes sir, we have banged onto the maruti. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both were literally lying on the middle of the road. Luckily, there was no vehicle behind us. :)&lt;br /&gt;The maruti bugger stopped some yards before and before he came out, we quickly helped ourselves, got up, dusted off the shirt and torn pant, collected the screen-kaput mobile and started the bike.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Macha, what if he asks money?&lt;br /&gt;Sesha: Ada poda, 2.50 rs thaanda iruku,  vaa side vazhiya poidalam.&lt;br /&gt;Having said that sesha took the immediate left turn with no idea where it heads. Somehow we found back the main road and escaped home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god we escaped with minor bruises, we were laughing all the way back home. I imagined what could have happened if suppose a bus had come behind us? What came in mind is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SKAMO1WA4VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g9PM9IDVp5o/s1600-h/Dd_national.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SKAMO1WA4VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g9PM9IDVp5o/s400/Dd_national.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233196215981629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-8464808195530635138?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8464808195530635138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=8464808195530635138&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8464808195530635138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8464808195530635138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/line-aiyiduthe.html' title='Line aiyiduthe.. !'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SKAMO1WA4VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g9PM9IDVp5o/s72-c/Dd_national.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-1358994116036891512</id><published>2008-08-03T18:23:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:36:17.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>Are you a consultant? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stumbled upon this, check it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust&lt;br /&gt;cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Broni&lt;br /&gt;suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie,&lt;br /&gt;leans out the window and asks the shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your&lt;br /&gt;flock, will you give me one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then&lt;br /&gt;looks at his peacefully grazing flock and calmly&lt;br /&gt;answers, "Sure. Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook&lt;br /&gt;computer, connects it to his AT&amp;amp;T cell phone, and surfs&lt;br /&gt;to a NASA page on the internet, where he calls up a&lt;br /&gt;GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on&lt;br /&gt;his location which he then feeds to another NASA&lt;br /&gt;satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-&lt;br /&gt;resolution photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop and exports it to an image processing&lt;br /&gt;facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he&lt;br /&gt;receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has&lt;br /&gt;been processed and the data stored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC&lt;br /&gt;connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex&lt;br /&gt;formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on&lt;br /&gt;his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a&lt;br /&gt;response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report&lt;br /&gt;on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and&lt;br /&gt;finally turns to the shepherd and says, "You have&lt;br /&gt;exactly 1586 sheep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my&lt;br /&gt;sheep." Says the shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches the young man selects one of the animals&lt;br /&gt;and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into&lt;br /&gt;the trunk of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shepherd says to the young man, "Hey, if I&lt;br /&gt;can tell you exactly what your business is, will you&lt;br /&gt;give me back my animal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thinks about it for a second and then&lt;br /&gt;says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a consultant." says the shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did&lt;br /&gt;you guess that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No guessing required." answered the shepherd. "You&lt;br /&gt;showed up here even though nobody called you; you&lt;br /&gt;want to get paid for an answer I already knew; to a&lt;br /&gt;question I never asked; and you don't know crap about&lt;br /&gt;my business."&lt;br /&gt;"...Now give me back my dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-1358994116036891512?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1358994116036891512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=1358994116036891512&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1358994116036891512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1358994116036891512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/rofl-its-true.html' title='Are you a consultant? ;)'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-4261443610470088107</id><published>2008-07-20T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:07:37.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>Its 'Aadi' ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The month of 'Aadi' has come, famous for its 'Amman' festivals. Oh, and also the discount sale. A term closely related to 'Amman' festivals is fire-walking or 'Thee medhi' (Next to 'Koozhu').  People walk(Actually, run) barefoot over a bed of hot embers or stones. It has a long history in many cultures as a test or proof of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 1980,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SIMT0fSoVOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jPHeUTo7h6E/s1600-h/Fire-Walking02_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SIMT0fSoVOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jPHeUTo7h6E/s400/Fire-Walking02_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225041785153672418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2008,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SIMT0XL9naI/AAAAAAAAADA/jD7GvRzqVTs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SIMT0XL9naI/AAAAAAAAADA/jD7GvRzqVTs/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225041782978223522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what ?&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.elcot.in/StudentLaptop2008/evaluationProcess.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-4261443610470088107?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4261443610470088107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=4261443610470088107&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4261443610470088107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/4261443610470088107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-aadi.html' title='Its &apos;Aadi&apos; ...'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wAGkCac5BI/SIMT0fSoVOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jPHeUTo7h6E/s72-c/Fire-Walking02_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-7875456041603588392</id><published>2008-07-11T02:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:49:15.039+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>Ninnai charanadainthen. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Charles Dickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is it? Four years of engineering, less we learned(academics i mean), lots we enjoyed. I still remember the very first day of my college that I could picture it down as such. The very first day I was questioned by my staff "Why are you late the very first day?", Having said the usual reason "Sir, bus late" I found a place in the second bench corner. Those were the times I used to sit and listen to lectures and take notes, In fact those were the only times we had lecturers taking classes. As semesters passed, FUN quotient adaptively increased with a gradual decay in academics. Symposiums, what a nice concept? Bunk one day college officially and freak out to some remote college with fellow people and have fun. Ever since second year, everyday would begin with a sms to my friend: 'Macha, which college today?'. Surprisingly, we haven't' had attendance lag (Thanks to class rep and HOD). And oh, we also managed to study at the eleventh hour so as to clear those damn papers every semester. And so, five fabulous semesters passed away. The sixth semester witnessed more pressure as we had this campus recruitment thing, people worked hard to get a job offer and luckily I too got one. Soon in months time we were asked the 'Project title' by our HOD, Oh its the last semester. I remember going to college not more than thrice in the last semester. It was all over by May 2008, I successfully finished my 4 years of engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9th, 2008, I woke up really late and pondered over my 'To-Do' list and managed to make a handful of things to do before i get into work. To mention some, learn and get a driver's license, apply for Passport and PAN, learn Flute (Oh i really wanted to.. ) and some more. But unfortunately, I couldn't do anything except the license and PP. Basically, I am lazy(I've already mentioned about my 'Tight' schedule in my previous post). I'm just relaxing myself till i get into work, But as someone said, "Rest eduthu rest eduthu tired aiyten". Pretty mush monotonous, Nothing is happening. So, what am i waiting for? Ah yes, the goddamn Date Of Joining. My employers initially asked me to join by June, but soon, postponed it indefinitely. Hope we will be called in 2008. So, as this predicament goes by, one thing that adds up is the friends and relatives who pester me with the question " So, What are you doing now?", I used to sigh and say "Well, I'm waiting for my DOJ". "Umm-hmm" , they say looking at me with suspicion and some others would give ample suggestions to do till then. Aargh, It was long back when i had dreams of becoming a reputed professional and hence an Entrepreneur. Now, i just wanted to goof up with the computers and earn some bucks to survive. Yes, survival has become doubtful now. As pinky would say, Narf... Poit.. Meanwhile, minuscule amount of other things adding to the woe. And its only when i loathe this life, would think of going somewhere to a remote place and live peacefully for sometime. But then, going to mars is practically not possible. As of now, as bharathi said 'Ninnai charanadaithen, kanamma'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnai charanadainthen kanamma,ninnai charanadainthen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ponnai, uyarvai, pugazhai virumbidum,ennai kavalaigal thinna thagathena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnai charanadainthen kanamma,ninnai charanadainthen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;midimaiyum achamum mevi en nenjil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kudimai pugunthana, kondruavai pokkendru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnai charanadainthen kanamma,ninnai charanadainthen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thunbam ini illai, sorvillai.. sorvillai, thorpillai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nalladhu theeyadhu naam ariyome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anbu neriyil arangal valarththida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nallavai nattida, theeyavai ottida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnai charanadainthen kanamma,ninnai charanadainthen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Not to think of worries, Let me surrender at the feet of almighty who, hopefully, will do the best to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-7875456041603588392?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7875456041603588392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=7875456041603588392&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/7875456041603588392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/7875456041603588392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/ninnai-charanadainthen.html' title='Ninnai charanadainthen. . .'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-3755493276848438974</id><published>2008-06-29T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:09:53.782+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah Blah.'/><title type='text'>Narf...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days are passing as such with me doing absolutely nothing. Yes, zilch. Waking up late at around 1 Pm, having food, going to ground by 3PM, post-match analysis/chit-chat till 7PM, returning home by 8PM, goofing around online till 3.AM. Ah, this happens to be my daily routine. The following conversation is an example of how "vetty" we people are. Tremendous Mokka... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: hi&lt;br /&gt;Visu: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Visu: How are you ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: am fine&lt;br /&gt;Visu: saaptiya ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: s wat abt u?&lt;br /&gt;Visu: yeah&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: gud&lt;br /&gt;Visu: appuram, veetla ellarum sowkiyama ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: then?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: fine&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: wat abt here&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visu: maadu kannu potucha ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: there?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: no da&lt;br /&gt;Visu: y da ?&lt;br /&gt;Visu: Appuram, moonavadhu veetu paati ku udambu eppadi iruku ?&lt;br /&gt;Visu: avanga peran pattanuthila irundhu vandhutaana ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: illa da&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: paati pooi senthuirruchu&lt;br /&gt;Visu: Adada..&lt;br /&gt;Visu: Paavam, nalla kelavi.&lt;br /&gt;Visu: pakkathu veetu gopal thangachi 10th pass panitaala ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: s state first&lt;br /&gt;Visu: avanga periya akka paal kaaran kooda odi poitaala me ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: illa... with driver named paccha&lt;br /&gt;Visu: Oh, yaaru paapaika peran pacha muthu ah ?&lt;br /&gt;Visu: ada paavi makka..&lt;br /&gt;Visu: avanga ammavuku kan operation panitaangala&lt;br /&gt;Visu: ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: s&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: in sankara netralaya&lt;br /&gt;Visu: yaaru, namma dhanapal maapilai doctor ah velai seiyarare, andha aaspathri ya ?&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: s&lt;br /&gt;Visu: nalladhu naantha sari&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: dai poothum da&lt;br /&gt;Visu: (grin)&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: yennala samalika mudiyala&lt;br /&gt;kumaraguru: (cries)&lt;br /&gt;Visu: So, what else dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Blah blah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-3755493276848438974?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3755493276848438974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=3755493276848438974&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/3755493276848438974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/3755493276848438974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/narf.html' title='Narf...'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-8191009828305562141</id><published>2008-06-27T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:30:29.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I write.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I came'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I saw'/><title type='text'>Yatha Yathahe dharmasya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yatha yathahe dharmasya, glanir bhavathi bharata,&lt;br /&gt;Abhyutthanam adharmasya tadatmanam srujam yaham”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the ‘dharma’ is jeopardized by movies like ‘kuruvi’, its time for the incarnation - ‘Dasavatharam’ released. After the so much critism that the movie is not upto the mark, I decided to see this movie and hence went to Satyam cinemas, yesterday with friends for a matinee show. As I was told that the starting few minutes are not to be missed, we hastened and settled in our seats well before. Three hours of complete entertainment, I must say. The make-up is not just the thing, there is much more to show versatility and Kamal once again proves he is multifaceted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the story, its old wine in a new bottle. But the screen play is better than any other recent movie, discounting some frames, you really can’t guess whats going to happen next? And the graphics, what crap. I think they were commemorating the MGR era of technology. It looked good at some places though. When everything goes good, suddenly some poor joke/scene pops up, Wonder why. May be the director wanted it to be a “Tamil Cinema”, Huh well. Himesh has done a decent work, i loathed the songs until i actually saw them on screen and yes, ear worm now. The connect stays sapless beween that ten characters, but still the director managed to bring  them into the scenario somehow. The three main characters Govind,Fletcher and Balram take the the lead as others just make the count. Well who cares, its still kamal and I’d watch even if he plays a role of a 4 months old infant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X : Sir, we are facing a major problem. The virus is likey to spread.&lt;br /&gt;George Bush: Oh shit, shall we engage a nuke?&lt;br /&gt;X: No sir, am afraid we can’t. All we need is tons of ‘Nacl’.&lt;br /&gt;George Bush: Oh, whats Nacl ?&lt;br /&gt;X: Sodium Chloride, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF, Is he the president of US ? .... Oh yes, rightly portrayed. A nitwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the expected hitches here and there, the movie is really a good one to watch. I’d rate 3.8 on 5. And hey, when i was looking for something i stumbled upon this. Just see how they have managed to connect these ten characters with those of Lord Vishnu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nambi - Matsya Avatar, the fish which propelled a boat that contained sacred rishis escaping a major flood. Nambi of 12th century who is thrown into sea in an act of trying to save lord from being thrown into sea. (So ? , yes exactly what i ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.George Bush - Kurma Avatar, the Tortoise which helped churning the ocean for ‘Amrutham’ which created a scuffle between Asuras and Devas. And similarily, Bush Facilitates War Between You Know Whom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Krishnaveni -Varaha  Avatar, the Boar which rescued earth from the depts of the ocean where it had been kept by asura king. During The Mukunda Song, Krishnaveni Paatti does varaha avatar in the shadow puppetry. The frame freezes on it for a second. There is the clue. Moreover, In Varaha Avatar Lord actually hides earth so as to protect life forms. Here too Krishnaveni hides the Virus - Life form inside the Statue so as to Protect. D’uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Shingen [Japanese martial arts master] - Narashima Avatar, giant lion-man who killed Hiranyakasibu, the evil guy who had gotten wishes from lord shiva for his immortal life and saves world. Shingen shows up to kill the bad guy, fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Kaliph-Ullah -Vamana Avatar, the brahmin who stood tall as high as sky and destroyed evil. Kaliph dude is tall and so he is vamana avatar, no more questions please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Fletcher -Parasurama Avatar, Rama with the axe who just killed anyone who seemed wrong to him. Fletcher in a killing spree is this avatar.,Oh, and the gun replaces the axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Avatar singh - Sri Rama Avatar, who lives for a woman’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Vincent -Sri Krishna Avatar who is a A Dalit, He is Dark-Skinned (Shyamalam). He saved Draupadi when she was being violated and he was the actual diplomat in Mahabharatham. Lord Krishna dies of an arrow striking his lower leg. Now look at how vincent was introduced.. He appears when asin as about to be molested and he saves her like draupadi. Vincent Is The Dalit Diplomat, Fights For Land Issue (Soil Issue To Be Exact) And Dies From The Metal Rod Striking His Leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Some say its Buddha, some say its Balrama. Well according to our “connect”, its Balarama Naidu who adapts Balrama Avatar. The connect ? The name suggests it, what more you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Govind the scientist - Kalki avatar, the modern incarnation in Kaliyuga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen the way it relates , I’m sure that the director would say “Its a bloody coincidence”. If he admits the other way, up goes the finger !&lt;br /&gt;Dasavatharam, Go watch it in a theater now or as usual download and watch it free of cost, Hail Indian !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-8191009828305562141?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8191009828305562141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=8191009828305562141&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8191009828305562141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/8191009828305562141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/yatha-yathahe-dharmasya.html' title='Yatha Yathahe dharmasya...'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-1116192413828162678</id><published>2008-06-22T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:48:00.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I write.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I came'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I saw'/><title type='text'>Call of Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been almost a month or more since we have finished our not-so-worthy Engineering. Most of my friends who got a job offer have started receiving 'Call letters' from their employers and some even have started working. I'm however idle at home for the greater part of the day, huh. So it was &lt;a href="http://vinodpro.com/blog"&gt;Vinod &lt;/a&gt;now who was bound to leave for Mysore for his job on June 23 and we all planned to send him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21st, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really late as usual and while I was poring over the newspaper i noticed it was june 21, the day Vinod said that he would leave. And so, i called him up and asked his plan. As was planned before we all went with vinod to the central railway station at around 20.15 HRS. We searched for the platform and went there, since the departure was one hour from then, the platform was deserted. But soon in fifteen minutes the platform was flooded with young people giggling, chatting, 'Hi-5'ing and all. The majority of that train carried people going to Infosys, how nice.&lt;br /&gt;It was ten minutes for the train to depart when we loaded vinod's luggage in his place while looking for any other familar face(Surprisingly, I saw my other friend there). And Oh, Sadly, vinod was surrounded by a muslim family while his next three consecutive partitions were filled by girls from some other college. I witnessed a plethora of emotions and was moved by that. Yes, some hugging their friends and saying 'Hey do not forget me, do keep in touch' and even some females crying. I was envious for a moment. Ah well, so, now vinod is employed and we can't have late night vetty chat hereafter. Quite a 'memorable' day for me and all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is next in the list ? Well, we have to wait for that. Until then, sleep all day and play cricket in the evenings as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-1116192413828162678?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1116192413828162678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=1116192413828162678&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1116192413828162678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/1116192413828162678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/call-of-duty_22.html' title='Call of Duty'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934289720013225513.post-7162022549407524946</id><published>2008-05-05T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:16:29.124+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It starts.'/><title type='text'>Aloha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello everyone. This is Visu, yet another Netizen trying to utilize the www for some useful means. Lets see if i can do that. Atlast, I've got a blog of mine. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Visu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934289720013225513-7162022549407524946?l=visuowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7162022549407524946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934289720013225513&amp;postID=7162022549407524946&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/7162022549407524946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934289720013225513/posts/default/7162022549407524946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visuowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-everyone.html' title='Aloha..'/><author><name>Visu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555130643789972065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
