<?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-6182911467368752095</id><updated>2011-08-14T23:22:04.183+05:30</updated><category term='Murudeswar'/><category term='orlando'/><category term='dejavu'/><category term='Agumbe'/><category term='universal'/><category term='thrive'/><category term='entrepreneur'/><category term='disney'/><category term='Horanadu'/><category term='books'/><category term='sitcoms'/><category term='village'/><category term='Kodaikanal'/><category term='Ring the bell'/><category term='startup'/><category term='Sravanabelagola'/><category term='Aadi'/><category term='Hallebudu'/><category term='Agra'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='Me myself'/><category term='toontown'/><category term='Coastal Karnataka'/><category term='Leafsol'/><category term='Kollur'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Belur'/><category term='Niagara'/><category term='Bangalore'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Udupi'/><category term='Idugunji'/><category term='Holi'/><category term='fire'/><category term='Marawanthe'/><category term='Gokarna'/><category term='Kodai'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Atlanta'/><category term='Chennai'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Sringeri'/><category term='Palani'/><category term='Mahesha'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='Brand'/><category term='GOD'/><title type='text'>Jasmine Summer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2291153419816388065</id><published>2011-03-13T19:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:23:54.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I put down my thoughts here! It was a wonderful Sunday. Meeting all my relatives at this engagement function I went along with my son and Hubby was a good feeling. Then in the afternoon spending time with my very dear Aunt and Uncle brought me all the sweet memories back from my initial days at Bangalore. When I joined for my job right after college I stayed with them. They helped me settle in Bangalore quickly and I never missed home. When my wedding was fixed, it was my Aunt and Uncle more than my parents who stood besides me in every step and been there every day to support me. When Adi was born we spent his initial days at their home....My Aunt had moist eyes today as I left back for Home! We both miss those good old days. She has been an inspiration in many ways and wish I spend more time with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2291153419816388065?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2291153419816388065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2291153419816388065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2291153419816388065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2291153419816388065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2011/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3902357014436722407</id><published>2009-08-19T08:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:26:51.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Hello Santa</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa, It was fun meeting you. Felt like a kid at the candy store. The elve is happy to know Santa is a true friend. Lets golf and fish some time soon and meet the boss at the country club. Hope to meet you today at Duke's estate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3902357014436722407?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3902357014436722407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3902357014436722407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3902357014436722407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3902357014436722407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-santa.html' title='Hello Santa'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-6566822915201420358</id><published>2009-07-30T08:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:14:28.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Funny Mummy</title><content type='html'>Some of my favourite shows on TV are the makeover shows. And I love the before and after shots that they show. Be it 'Monster House' or 'What not to wear'...I love the dramatics and the transformations they show. I wished and hoped to have a make over of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the parlour this weekend and I saw a new recruit who was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; in whatever she was doing. I asked her what will be a good hair cut for me and she suggested something and also said it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;costed&lt;/span&gt; a 175 bucks (oh my). I got adventurous and said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She did a really good job and I was impressed with the results. Another lady waiting for her turn got quite impressed with her work and started asking for a hair cut for herself. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; happy with the change that I could see a bounce in my step when I getting back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for father and son duo to get back home and like a kid at candy store eagerly answered the door bell. My son enters and he doesn't notice a thing. I was heartbroken ..but remained hopeful and asked him how was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amma&lt;/span&gt; looking, he still dint see a thing and said I was fine. I was upset and asked him how he liked my hair. He then started laughing so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lound&lt;/span&gt; I dint know what to make out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mahesha&lt;/span&gt; enters home and joins him in his laughter. By then I was too angry and dint know to laugh or cry with them and demanded an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply ..."funny mummy looks very young". Now what should I make of such a comment?? To add insult to injury a longtime friend did not recognise me when I met her the next day. With broken heart and the parlour setting gone..I am back to being my old self...I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aadi&lt;/span&gt; if he like me better this way or funny mummy....You can guess the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear a heart breaking :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-6566822915201420358?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/6566822915201420358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=6566822915201420358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6566822915201420358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6566822915201420358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-mummy.html' title='Funny Mummy'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5263386869375480900</id><published>2009-07-11T09:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:22:38.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toontown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>I have been away from Jasmine Summer for a long time now and the primary reason ... I got lost in an &lt;a href="http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-hols-2009.html"&gt;online game&lt;/a&gt;. All my online time went into Toontown...something we subscribed for aadi to play during summer. I am not a great gaming person but this one is cute and the learning experience is good for young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to do paisa vasool , so I explored all levels in the game. I have done almost 80% now and I guess another month and we an close the subscribtion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the concept of the jolly toons life (you can clearly draw parallel with your day to day life) is invaded constantly by bad robot cogs. The bots are organised just like our work place. Sellbots (governed by a VP), cashbot (headed by CFO), lawbots (with a cheif justice) and finally the lazy bossbots headed by CEO enjoying time at the country club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play for free with limited access, but, the fun is beating the bots in their headqtrs, which you cant do unless you subscibe. There is a lot written in the net and vidoes posted that you should look - just google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about this game,&lt;br /&gt;1. Safe for my kid&lt;br /&gt;2. Improved his vocab and social skills greatly&lt;br /&gt;3. Tremendous exposure to corporate world - some of the lines uttered by the bots cant be understood by kids but you will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Helps understand the need for team work - it also tells helps learn when to save others and when to  not to :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bigger risks give bigger rewards and also bigger losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on..but i think it is a good investment for one summer and let your 7+ year olds to play. Once subscribtion lets 6 toons to be created so kids and parents can take turns and play. I like this better then second life :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see more of myself here, now that I am closing getting out of toontown !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5263386869375480900?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5263386869375480900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5263386869375480900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5263386869375480900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5263386869375480900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8778807177574510721</id><published>2009-05-29T08:50:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:35:42.692+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra'/><title type='text'>A summer in Delhi and Agra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9Vj9Pk0uI/AAAAAAAAAzU/uZZiUbGd6ZI/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341081759308370658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9Vj9Pk0uI/AAAAAAAAAzU/uZZiUbGd6ZI/s200/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This summer has been fun and the Delhi - Agra trip was another memorable and fun trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Train:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341084347870977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9X6oY_nLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/EAiDu_GIfbY/s200/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aadi and me boarded the Sampark Kranthi Express on 13th May. I was sooooo much looking forward to the train trip....It was like a long 36 hour picnic. I had packed lot of fruits and others eatables. Remembered to pack aadi's ipod shuffle, monopoly board game and ofcourse took DVDs and our philips portable player. I had planned everything to the last detail. I had booked by 1st A/C and the train trip costed me 4K less than the available cheap flights and I used all the saving to book the Ginger hotel near N.Delhi railway station. I think I will give it a 5star rating for a budget hotel. This is my first time at Ginger, I was quite happy. If you are out all day and you need a clean and quite place for your evenings Ginger just fits right in your budget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no one joining our bay in the train, we had occupied the whole place and were quite relaxed. The next day we had a young couple joining in and they were quite a help when we reached Delhi. They helped with the porter bargain and to find the Taxi from H.Nizamudin to N.Delhi. Aadi and me an excellent bonding time in those 36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341081755667491602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9VjvrhaxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/h3ZJn7WEVuQ/s200/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rajdhani Delhi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341088452094618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9bph0KbOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ToqaTAVJRCw/s200/15052009044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have flown through Delhi several times, but, this is my first trip to the great city. I am impressed with the place. When we reached there on Friday, 15th Mahesha had already reached there and was busy with his work. Myself and aadi decided to go to Akshardham and took a Taxi. I was disapponited on 2 counts. No camera allowed and also the main temple was closed for renovation. But, the temple complex is huge and the architecture is wonderful. We roamed around the complex and I am impressed at how we Indians have understood how to turn god into a commericial venture. I decided to skip the most talked about exhibition for lack of time and commericalization. The place looks immpressive but I didnt feel divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Delhi Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341090553043202306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9dj0dVsQI/AAAAAAAAAzs/GvCWj30KaLg/s200/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got to run now...will be updating this later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8778807177574510721?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8778807177574510721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8778807177574510721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8778807177574510721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8778807177574510721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-in-delhi-and-agra.html' title='A summer in Delhi and Agra'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Sh9Vj9Pk0uI/AAAAAAAAAzU/uZZiUbGd6ZI/s72-c/DSC00970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8663522269648780687</id><published>2009-05-12T12:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:57:50.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Off to Delhi</title><content type='html'>Last 10 days been busy...and off to delhi tomorrow. Gearing up for hot hot delhi and hoping it turns out a good vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8663522269648780687?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8663522269648780687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8663522269648780687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8663522269648780687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8663522269648780687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-delhi.html' title='Off to Delhi'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-7424767360582868511</id><published>2009-04-28T14:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:01:34.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends...who are they??</title><content type='html'>Its been roller coaster times for me since 3 months...Feeling lonely in a crowd and searching for friends. It makes me think have I been a good friend to anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-7424767360582868511?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/7424767360582868511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=7424767360582868511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7424767360582868511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7424767360582868511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendswho-are-they.html' title='Friends...who are they??'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-9205218369832618248</id><published>2009-04-22T08:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:53:36.977+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodaikanal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palani'/><title type='text'>Weekend to Kodaikanal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; Bangalore - Palani - Kodaikanal weekend trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my grandma's wish that we visit Palani along with her last December. My son had a dream within a week after her demise. She called him to temple and I knew I had to go to Palani. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erode:&lt;br /&gt;With my mom-in-law joining us, we had to plan something that doesn't strain her much. We hired a qualis and left Blr on Friday night at 7 pm. The peak hour rush was bad till we crossed electronic city. We had decided to reach erode by mid night for the night halt. But, managed to reach by 2 am. For dinner, the only good eating joint on the way is the adayar anadabhavan A2B after hosur. We stayed at Oxford Hotel at Erode. Definitely NOT VFM - value for money (1050 - b4 tax for a family room - no hot water came and they delivered it in buckets). But, we all loved the restaurant there. The traditional filter coffee was amazing. Kids loved the Mango Shake with chocolate (I have never had Mango shake with chocolate). We left Erode at around 9.30 and reached Palani by 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380065299916466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Se6n8Zey5rI/AAAAAAAAAys/fc6S1hlAAsY/s200/18042009023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://palani.org/"&gt;Palani&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Though I have been to Palani before, this was my visit after 15 years and the first one after I moved to Blr. The weather as expected was hot. The kids were finishing all the water we had packed. The rope car is closed between 1.30 &amp;amp; 2.30 for lunch. I find this really strange. So we took the winch. It was a strange transport system...but enjoyable. Had an excellent Dharshan. We finished the panchamrutha abhishekam. With a thin crowd the Dharshan went great. Took the rope car back, skipped lunch and headed to Kodaikanal by about 3.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380059130027010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Se6n8Cfx3AI/AAAAAAAAAyk/9vnNp-gXxqo/s200/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kodaikanal:&lt;br /&gt;Reached Kodai by 5 in evening. Another place I am visiting after 20 yrs...The place was lovely.The weather too good. And loved the early dinner at 7. I had booked two deluxe rooms at Hotel Mount view through makemytrip. (For the second room when I tried booking for one chilld and one adult, by default it added extra charges for child, I changed the age to 1 yr, so that extra charges were not added). Dont get fooled by the name Mount view..there will be no view from your room :). I liked the hotel and felt it was VFM. The rooms were neat and the boys made us feel welcome and gave us excellent service..(though the men at the front desk did not make any such effort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mahesha went hunting for an ATM. We missed the nearest one and had to walk more than one km...I realised how out of shape I was walking on those steep roads in my high heels. At night I regretted not getting sweaters. The thick blankets were not sufficient and the room has no heaters. So be careful to book one with heater if you are going in off season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strated the day with boating at the lake and enjoyed it..I had a little chit chat with the boatman and realised it was best to hire a guide. Our driver acted ignorant of the directions...Mahesha tried his hand at rowing and I was busy praying ;). He almost lost one oar and our boatman quickly took the oars from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After boating we went to Byrant Park. The flowers were beautiful and I tried clicking a few &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009659&amp;amp;id=1286450637&amp;amp;ref=nf&amp;amp;nectar_impid=927cfcf7c2da918689f2192d1da21e83&amp;amp;nectar_navimpid=d5bed40a9c7db962f990580657ee4e73&amp;amp;nctrct=1240375559817"&gt;snaps&lt;/a&gt;. We then hired a guide (at Rs.350 again NOT VFM). Visited the temple, upper lake view, pine tree forest, pillar rock, suicide point. saw the golf course and the 300 yr old tree from the car. Spent 500 bucks on spices, the customary shopping at hill stns in South India. With the rain starting as we began our late lunch at woodland, we were more than happy with the day's outing and my MIL and kids retired for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesha and myself went back to the lake as the sunset and enjoyed a nice cycle ride around the lake. The two seater cycle is the best I could come to &lt;a href="http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/01/art-science-and-pain-of-cycling.html"&gt;cycling &lt;/a&gt;in this life. The mist on the lake was wonderful and so was buying sweaters for 70 bucks each. The next day we had to check out by 9.00 per the hotel rules and we headed back to Bangalore. After a couple of hours at my uncle's house in chennimalai, the long trip back to Bangalore ended at 10.00 pm. I guess the drive was for about 10 hours. The longest one in the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving directions are available in &lt;a href="http://www.mustseeindia.com/driving-directions-from-Bangalore-to-Kodaikanal/travel-direction"&gt;mustseeindia &lt;/a&gt;site. Online hotel booking works and the user ratings and feedback were very helpful. I liked the feedback put up on oktatabyebye site. Travelling with kids - take lots of water, fruits and other eatables, napkins, a small knife to cut fruits. The mangoes sold on the way to Kodai were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would give a 4/5 for this trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-9205218369832618248?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/9205218369832618248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=9205218369832618248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9205218369832618248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9205218369832618248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-to-kodaikanal.html' title='Weekend to Kodaikanal'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/Se6n8Zey5rI/AAAAAAAAAys/fc6S1hlAAsY/s72-c/18042009023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-976225668723176916</id><published>2009-04-16T23:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:02:36.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Crazy Summer Trips</title><content type='html'>We are off to Palani and Kodai tomorrow. The initial plan was to cover Madurai also, but looks like it is not feasible..hope to write all about it when I am back. But, I have a crazier plan for May...going to Delhi by train in mid May for a 4 days stay in Delhi and Agra. Can I get any better !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was US of A...This year Delhi, Agra and Kodai at 1/6 th cost! It is indeed tough times..But I am happy that I can still have my annual outings. BTW, my original plan was to visit UK this summer. But......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-976225668723176916?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/976225668723176916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=976225668723176916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/976225668723176916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/976225668723176916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-summer-trips.html' title='Crazy Summer Trips'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5562960885789201234</id><published>2009-04-16T08:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:35:13.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><title type='text'>Life lesson from a Pencil</title><content type='html'>I heard this interesting story on the Sri Sankara channel last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who was manufacturing pencils. He would put best of the material to make the nice dark pencil leads and safely put them between fine soft wood and sell it. One day as he was packing a box of pencils, he asked on of the pencils, if he can give the pencil some lessons that it can remember when it is out in the world. The pencil was happy to hear what ever its creator had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man shared five life lessons that he wanted the pencil to remember,&lt;br /&gt;1. The greatness of your existence is not because of you, but the person who uses you. Without him you cant write a single word. So be humble.&lt;br /&gt;2. You will have tough time when your wooden cover is shaved off. But, remember it only makes you better and sharper, so you can write well.  This is painful but important for you life.&lt;br /&gt;3. You may be in the hands of an artist or a carpenter, but do a good job, else you will be replaced with a better pencil. So do your best whatever the circumstance is.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be not afraid of your environment, it could be a hard surface like a wall or a smooth paper.  Fear not of your environment.&lt;br /&gt;5. What makes you is not the beautiful wooden cover and the colourful prints on it, but your inner self that makes you an excellent pencil. So be not proud of your colourful exterior but be happy about your inner soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like pencil God wants us to know the 5 life lessons,&lt;br /&gt;1. Be humble&lt;br /&gt;2. Life hardships are painful but essential&lt;br /&gt;3. Do your best wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;4. Fear not, god is there to take care of you. Do your duty.&lt;br /&gt;5. It is your inner soul that makes you what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5562960885789201234?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5562960885789201234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5562960885789201234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5562960885789201234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5562960885789201234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-lesson-from-pencil.html' title='Life lesson from a Pencil'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8520518396598735318</id><published>2009-04-12T00:58:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:28:04.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Summer hols - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With summer hols on, aadi is hooked on to games. Aadi loves playing &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;monopoly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... it definitely helps him stay indoor and also understand the game of "business". I am impressed to see how many times he has beat most of us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next best hit this summer is his new find on the net. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disney.co.uk/toontown/news.html?article=LauncherOnly"&gt;Disney's toon town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.  Some time earlier I was so thrilled to learn about second life. toon town is so much better and so much more fun..though the more advanced stuff need subscription..the free version is also something kids will definitely enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, he loves playing Wii, though i haven't seen this myself, from what i hear from aadi, it is a kool stuff to play with and also doesn't make aadi a couch potato. I guess with his summer camp coming up and all these games and his dance classes, aadi is a very busy kid this summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I donno if i can squeeze in cycling and swimming. Abacus will have to wait for next summer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8520518396598735318?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8520518396598735318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8520518396598735318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8520518396598735318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8520518396598735318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-hols-2009.html' title='Summer hols - 2009'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-555824079652352694</id><published>2009-03-30T09:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:37:13.934+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SdBDpkSKRuI/AAAAAAAAAyc/PB2psup1-0U/s1600-h/avva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318825541318100706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SdBDpkSKRuI/AAAAAAAAAyc/PB2psup1-0U/s200/avva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Guardian Angel is gone. One more protective shield gone from my life. I hope you have found peace and met grandpa in the heaven.You also made me realise how short this life is and how fragile human life is. You made me understand how important it is to give, not just take all the while. I hope I will be a better human, lead a more meaningful life. Give me the mind &amp;amp; heart to do the right thing and strength &amp;amp; courage to fight the wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to god that he is with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-555824079652352694?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/555824079652352694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=555824079652352694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/555824079652352694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/555824079652352694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-grandma.html' title='Goodbye Grandma'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SdBDpkSKRuI/AAAAAAAAAyc/PB2psup1-0U/s72-c/avva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-6031162039636736786</id><published>2009-03-08T10:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:07:56.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Great photos</title><content type='html'>This madurai maami has great attention to detail...I was searching for images of jasmine flower for my blog...I am yet to get one to my specification ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lkamala/sets/72157606482757982/show/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of Bhuvana..may be 30 years from now !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-6031162039636736786?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/6031162039636736786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=6031162039636736786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6031162039636736786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6031162039636736786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-photos.html' title='Great photos'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1523837215603648864</id><published>2009-02-28T10:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:59:29.199+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Jatayu and Siddhartha</title><content type='html'>When I came to know the story of Buddha in high school, I was surprised that he was a person who was never exposed to life's hardships and pain. My first lesson on sacrifice was from Ramayana. Jatayu is my favourite character. I loved the fact that the bird was brave and fought the much feared demon king Ravana. Did everything to his best of abilities to stop him from taking away Sita. Not afraid to sacrifice his own life to protect the divine lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit Lepakshi, where I believe Rama saw the wounded bird who helped trace his wife in the southern side. Ramayana is filled with such inspiring characters.. the squirrel who helped Rama in building the bridge, the bear who helped devise the war strategy, the monkey who helped in saving Rama's brother life. I can go on and on. Valmiki was a great writer and my mom a great story teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Siddhartha's mom read him the Ramayana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1523837215603648864?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1523837215603648864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1523837215603648864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1523837215603648864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1523837215603648864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/jatayu-and-siddhartha.html' title='Jatayu and Siddhartha'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1659802535791677858</id><published>2009-02-24T15:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:17:39.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>யானை நாராயணன்</title><content type='html'>யானை நாராயணன் ...Elephant God. This is one of my favourite stories from school. I think this was told by Ramakrishna Paramahamsa. I am not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guru was preaching to his disciples about how paramathma (God) lives in all Jeevans (Living things). Why we should respect all lives and how every life is important in this world. One of his disciples took it it to his heart and was trying his best to do everything possible to respect all living things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the elephant in the hermitage had become wild and was running all over the place and trampling anything that came in its way. One of the disciples sitting on the elephant tried hard to control but in vain. So he started screaming, asking people to stay away from the elephant. Soon everyone, except one disciple, spread out and took shelter on nearby trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant gave that love disciple a hard kick and moved on. Later the elephant was brought under control and everyone was curious to know why that one person dint take any shelter. The guru asked him why and pat came the reply. &lt;em&gt;All jeevans have god and I trusted the யானை நாராயணன் - elephant god, will not hurt the நாராயணன் (god) in me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guru had a hearty laugh and said. Why dint you listen to the நாராயணன் (God) sitting on top and yelling to get away from the யானை நாராயணன் (elephant god).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep remembering this story often. Esp when people say all that happens is for good. Did I miss the other god who kept warning me when I stood stupidly facing the யானை நாராயணன்....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1659802535791677858?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1659802535791677858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1659802535791677858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1659802535791677858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1659802535791677858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='யானை நாராயணன்'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2072731453962404607</id><published>2009-02-21T18:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:53:28.835+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Wanning innocence</title><content type='html'>Aadi's feedback at school has been "well mannered, well behaved, silent kid"...I sure the feedback will change this year. In general mothers complain about their naughty and I have been upset that aadi has not been naughty. In the last one year things have been changing. I can see aadi is silent but still a naughty kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his words continue to make me laugh...and I have been hearing quite a few these days. Todays quotes, &lt;br /&gt;1. hulla hup - Planet black hole&lt;br /&gt;2. Zebra crossing - why zebra crosses the road (with a wink)&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to do an experiment - Throws his dart on the rotating ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;4. XABWE... - reading the whole cross word when I asked him to read every word, to prepare for the test and has a hearty laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels great to see him this way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2072731453962404607?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2072731453962404607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2072731453962404607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2072731453962404607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2072731453962404607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanning-innocence.html' title='Wanning innocence'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5597867102841203338</id><published>2009-02-17T15:25:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:49:38.488+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Outsider</title><content type='html'>There are several things I have enjoyed in the past year as I stood outside the full time working women community, &lt;br /&gt;1. I never missed the long commutes and the Bangalore traffic. The days when I had to rush for a training I felt so good that I don't do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing Aadi score excellent grade in every test made me feel on top of the world. Aadi may still have got excellent grade but I would not have savoured it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting to write my blog..I would have never discovered this part of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoying a trip to US with Aadi and Mahesha. This would have never happened otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;5. The coastal Karnataka trip...wow that is something that may not happen too often&lt;br /&gt;6. Nursing my grandmom without worrying about clients.&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends visiting my house more often than before.&lt;br /&gt;8. Me connecting to many old acquaintance who I would have never bothered to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;9. Opportunity to understanding my family much better&lt;br /&gt;10. Understanding a whole new world of scarcity and survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is a lot more and ofcourse I miss a few things like freedom to spend and  self indulgance, but I am positive it will be better in coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to my good friends diya's mom, r1, g3 and su&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5597867102841203338?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5597867102841203338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5597867102841203338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5597867102841203338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5597867102841203338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/outsider.html' title='Outsider'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5227488720866545997</id><published>2009-02-13T09:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:41:21.345+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Hobby Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SZTwMT-isnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5lvqcsFwT7A/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302126755633607282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SZTwMT-isnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5lvqcsFwT7A/s200/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to try something to keep my mind away from the everyday stuff. I had bought lot of chart papers a year back, thinking it may be useful during brainstorming sessions at LeafSol. Since they were lying unused I decided to splash some colours on them. I pulled out the permanent marks, aadi's water colours and started scribbling. It took a good amount of time away from the mundane stuff and I was thoroughly enjoying. By 4 pm aadi came back from school and he wanted to participate as well. Since this was my first, after several years, I didn't have the heart to let aadi splash his colours on my canvas (he he hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the other half of the chart I had cut and he started to unfold his creativity. Being the lazy bum he is, he quickly wanted me to pitch in and complete for him. I was all determined not to do it and so both of us couldn't finish out work yesterday. We agreed to continue it today and hopefully we will have something to start filling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something Aadi did with crayon in his drawing class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302126757937042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SZTwMcjuVKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-yAyNbdKQfs/s200/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5227488720866545997?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5227488720866545997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5227488720866545997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5227488720866545997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5227488720866545997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/hobby-time.html' title='Hobby Time'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SZTwMT-isnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5lvqcsFwT7A/s72-c/DSC00685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4577105020115395172</id><published>2009-02-10T13:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:17:43.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>SDM</title><content type='html'>Mahesha was really sweet. Since I am under house arrest virtually, he got Slumdog CD for me to watch. The only reason I wanted to watch it was, obviously, the awards that are showered on it. Personally, AB's Bhagban left a deeper emotion in me than SDM. Black (a movie that I dint like) left a much stronger feeling. This movie has a happy ending..so was Bhagban. I watched them both at home. Bhagban got tears in my eyes. Here, AB's visit, the child beggars etc somehow failed to bring tears, though I know this could be the hard reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be SDM is made for the west and doesn't move the Indian emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I loved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I loved the young Jamal, the twinkle in his eyes is great. Other than him I couldn't connect with any character.&lt;br /&gt;2. Merc minus accessories&lt;br /&gt;3. Brothers dozing on train top with hands held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the movie said the story is happening in 2004. Were the news channels they show were available then? Also, not much attn to costume I guess. On the whole the movie can be watched once without getting bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4577105020115395172?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4577105020115395172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4577105020115395172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4577105020115395172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4577105020115395172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sdm.html' title='SDM'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1231597217863926446</id><published>2009-02-06T21:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:07:27.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grand mom</title><content type='html'>With 90% of my mind frame occupied with thoughts of my Grand mom... there is nothing else I can think of to pen down...except about old age, family, elder care and everything to do with it. Me being a movie buff, the other thing that keeps popping in my mind is the Oscar nominated movie 'The curious case of Benjamin Button'. I have a mixed feeling about watching it when it comes to India. (Is it out already?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age is definitely second childhood. With diapers, poor memory, liquid food, and all the nursing and care it is second childhood. But it was joyful when you do it for your new born as you know they will grow up one day and all this will stop and there is all hope and happiness. With Elder care it is not something you love to do. There is probably no reversal and things just move from bad to worse. Wonder what is the message God is sending across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it is an awakening. I am thinking about my old age (if i get to live that long). Time to start planning though little late..as they say better late than never. A elder care nursing home today costs 18K+med exp+hospital exp. A home care unskilled is about 6K + food and acco+ ofcourse the medicine bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wonder what that would be in about 30 to 40 years..may be I will need it much earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1231597217863926446?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1231597217863926446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1231597217863926446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1231597217863926446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1231597217863926446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/grand-mom.html' title='Grand mom'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4967970376169139883</id><published>2009-02-02T15:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:22:55.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ring the bell'/><title type='text'>Ring the bell</title><content type='html'>There has been ads on various channels campaigning to stop Domestic Violence(DV) by ringing the bell. I am pretty impressed by the ads. And hope it has positive impact. But it also raises doubts in my mind if it will work. I wonder if the man would answer the bell when it is ringing. Even if someone does, will he not be abusive at the person who is ringing the bell? I got to the Bell Bajao website and see similar question on their blog, no answers yet. &lt;a href="http://www.bellbajao.org/blog_details.php?blogid=213"&gt;http://www.bellbajao.org/blog_details.php?blogid=213&lt;/a&gt;. The other question is the campaign is aimed at the middle class and I believe lot of DV here need not be physical and a lot can be mental torture. Silence can also be a torture many times and wonder how one can tackle such situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I like the campaign and wish it saves as many women as possible from DV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4967970376169139883?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4967970376169139883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4967970376169139883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4967970376169139883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4967970376169139883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/02/ring-bell.html' title='Ring the bell'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-726566573234225925</id><published>2009-01-21T18:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:25:50.696+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><title type='text'>Dear Grandma,  Get well soon !</title><content type='html'>I have always shared a love-hate relationship with my grand mom. I love her for everything she has done for me all these years. My career would have come to a naught if not for her. My education went well only because she took care of us . I owe so much in my life to her I don't have words to describe it all. But then being a different gen..I had umpteen differences of opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno if I can call her brave or timid. She went and stayed in the North, when no one did it in her family. She braved all odds to bring up my mom and then us. But now she is so frail and I could see fear in her eye. When I turn this old, I guess I will have similar fears. I pray to god she recovers fast and gets home soon. I hate it when doctors and even other patients ask her age and feel she has had a complete life I would love to see her around for another 20 years and hit a century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-726566573234225925?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/726566573234225925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=726566573234225925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/726566573234225925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/726566573234225925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/deat-grandma-get-well-soon.html' title='Dear Grandma,  Get well soon !'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8958401429857339851</id><published>2009-01-17T18:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:45:28.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>CC2C - A poor copy of Kungfu Panda...</title><content type='html'>Aadi was waiting for CC2C and we got the tickets easily on the third day..that too a Saturday. I guess CC2C was inspired by the fact the Olympics was held in China and someone wanted to cash in on the China theme and then saw Kungfu Panda and decided to make a hindi version out of it and lifted the key themes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cooking as family business&lt;br /&gt;2. Shooting to the sky and delayed gravity ...which looks good only in Cartoons&lt;br /&gt;3. A teacher not willing to teach kungfu to the silly hero&lt;br /&gt;4. One's strength comes from one's self belief etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With poor screen play I kept yawning several times. There is nothing that can make you say wow. Even the 'great wall' shots look very poor and there are no great out door shots of China...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8958401429857339851?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8958401429857339851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8958401429857339851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8958401429857339851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8958401429857339851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/cc2c-poor-copy-of-kungu-panda.html' title='CC2C - A poor copy of Kungfu Panda...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8265537720003476402</id><published>2009-01-13T10:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:25:11.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>The story of a 25 paise coin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SWwlo44ZMzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/E_53apJZs10/s1600-h/13012009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290645046647403314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SWwlo44ZMzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/E_53apJZs10/s200/13012009002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Aadi had a science project. He went to the nearby kirana shop and got some Raggi seeds. Picked up an empty Srikand cup and filled it with mud to plant the seeds. As he gathered mud he discovered an unrecognisable coin. He put it aside as if it was some junk and went on to complete his science project. Watered his Raggi seeds and left it in the balcony so that nature can take care of rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom picked up the strange looking piece this morning and cleaned it with some water and soap and found it to be a 25p coin minted in 1988. 20 years of life only to end up in the mud with no one to bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wondering what is the story of this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TWENTY&lt;/span&gt; years back I came out shining and proud along with my brothers &amp;amp; sisters from the mints of RBI. I was all set to be part of the great Indian economy. Soon I realised there were shinier cousins made from steel and many were fascinated by. But I was still proud to be part of the growing Indian Economy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started changing hands from the Bank into the common mans hand. I went on several bus rides. Saw new pair of hands at the pan shops. Kids used me to buy mints, chalks and other fancy stuff. Soon I lost count on how many hands I changed but I kept rolling. Once in a while I ended up in a house wife change box or a kids piggy bank, where I met my siblings and cousins and shared interesting stories we had. How we had I had jumped off once to see world on my own, but a pair of hands soon grabbed me. I heard amazing stories from each one of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a while I also met the biggies like 10 rupees and 20 rupees. The best was when I landed in the Tirupati Hundi. I met the humble 5 paise coin there and also the great Don - 1000 rupees note. I wonder how it feels to be made of paper where you cannot role. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then one day to my shock a pair of hands refused to take me. This kept repeating several times in matter of few weeks and after that I ended in another small Hundi. Soon i heard similar stories from all my cousins and also from my big brother 50 paise coin. I saw that we had not moved many hands unlike before. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided this was the best time to see world on my own and jumped out. No one chased me this time. After rolling for some time I was tired and I decided to sleep. I kept seeing darkness for a long time and I waiting patiently for many many days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday a kid picked me and woke me from my looonnnng slumber. And a lady even clicked a few photos. Guess I am becoming all important again :)))). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8265537720003476402?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8265537720003476402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8265537720003476402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8265537720003476402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8265537720003476402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-25-paise-coin.html' title='The story of a 25 paise coin'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SWwlo44ZMzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/E_53apJZs10/s72-c/13012009002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3335891774557386022</id><published>2009-01-13T09:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:56:11.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Newsmakers</title><content type='html'>So how does Mahesha spend his day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, more than 90% of his his awaken hours get spent on office work. The next 10% is split between the newspaper and us ( me and aadi) in 70:30 ratio. We get 3 different papers everyday. Other than this, we also get Kannada Paper, Mid day and other tabloids randomly many times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what can be different about the same news that is printed in all these papers. There have been many days when I have not seen that newspaper, though I pick it up from the doorstep everyday. Of late, in last couple of months, news seems to be pouring in just for our Newspaper. Starting with US election and its results, Mumbai tragedy, Satyam bust, Oil strike, Slumdog success...there is a constant stream of variety in the happenings around us. All this means more junk at home. What an impressive list of Newsmakers !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I should remember to call the radhiwala early this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3335891774557386022?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3335891774557386022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3335891774557386022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3335891774557386022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3335891774557386022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/newsmakers.html' title='Newsmakers'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3972703198900533650</id><published>2009-01-12T18:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:50:28.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>மணல் கயிறு</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;மணல் கயிறு - One of the Tamil movies I loved a lot during my school days . Kittu puts 8 conditions that are to be satisfied by his bride, who his family will be picking for him. Obviously the girl whom he ends up marrying satisfies none and this lead to a hilarious and thought provoking drama. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was watching the Telugu version of the same the other day. When I watched the movie many years back I was all supportive for the lead lady who doesn't meet the conditions, but happens to be docile and well mannered. When I watched it this time, though I enjoyed the humour I dint like the motive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even today a marriage is a life long commitment in any society. Though divorce is a possibility, the aim is to lead a HAPPY married life and not a aim at divorce. Making promises and not keeping them makes minds incompatible. And it takes a lot of effort to turn around such marriages and I guess such marriages just becomes marriage of (in)convenience in long run and affects everyone in that family. It is surprising to see Kittu accepting his wife so easily. Will it happen in real life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw more elements of reality in KJo's Kabhi Alvidaa Naa kehana for that matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3972703198900533650?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3972703198900533650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3972703198900533650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3972703198900533650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3972703198900533650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='மணல் கயிறு'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4067523797717551879</id><published>2009-01-09T23:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:18:09.341+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahesha'/><title type='text'>Another new year..another surprise</title><content type='html'>Mahesha surprised me today with dinner at Windsor Sheroton's Dakshin restaraunt. When I was all determined to have a quite day, Mahesha continues to surprise me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4067523797717551879?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4067523797717551879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4067523797717551879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4067523797717551879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4067523797717551879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-new-yearanother-surprise.html' title='Another new year..another surprise'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2457280977868486079</id><published>2009-01-07T19:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:15:44.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jeya Vijaya - Some facts that I din't know</title><content type='html'>Our year end vacation involved many temples and I was trying to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aadi&lt;/span&gt; more info on Indian Mythology. I forgot the names of gate keepers at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vaikuntum&lt;/span&gt; when I was narrating the story of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hiranyakasipu&lt;/span&gt;. But, managed to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aadi&lt;/span&gt; about their 3 births as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hiranyashaka&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hiranyakasipu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ravan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kumbakarna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kamsa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shishupala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when we visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;srirangapatnam&lt;/span&gt; temple I was showing the Majestic statues of the gatekeepers at the temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; and my Mom-in-law quickly helped me with the names &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jeya&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vijaya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was googling on their name today to find the name of the sage who gave them the curse. Only then I realised I got the names wrong in the last birth. Per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Amarchitra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt;, the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Vijaya&lt;/span&gt;, the guards at Vishnu’s abode, were vain and rude and were cursed to be born thrice in the world of mortals. The contrite guards were subsequently permitted one concession : they would be killed in each of their separate births by one of the incarnations of Vishnu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, first they were born as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hiranyaksha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hiranyakashipu&lt;/span&gt;, next as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ravana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kumbhakarna&lt;/span&gt; and last as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Shishupala&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dantavaktra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the first two pairs were leading characters in their times, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Shishupala&lt;/span&gt; remains a minor character in the Mahabharata and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Dantavaktra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, almost a nonentity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shishupala&lt;/span&gt; for all his show of valour remains a man of straw. In fact his only distinction was that he died at the hands of Krishna. He is also remembered as the jilted suitor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Rukmini&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;intresting&lt;/span&gt;....BTW, I also came to know there are two types of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;vaikuntam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Vaikuntham&lt;/span&gt; Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;karya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Vaikuntham&lt;/span&gt; a replica of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Vaikuntham&lt;/span&gt; in the material world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiadivine.org/audarya/bhakti-list/130857-jaya-vijaya-episode.html"&gt;http://www.indiadivine.org/audarya/bhakti-list/130857-jaya-vijaya-episode.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to get the right name(s) of the sage(s) who gave the curse to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jeya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Vijaya&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; is not too clear &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaya-Vijaya"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaya-Vijaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2457280977868486079?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2457280977868486079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2457280977868486079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2457280977868486079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2457280977868486079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeya-vijaya-some-fatcs-that-i-dint-know.html' title='Jeya Vijaya - Some facts that I din&apos;t know'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2655020298575579132</id><published>2009-01-06T14:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:09:03.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SWMmio2TPhI/AAAAAAAAAso/f1naozX9z2o/s1600-h/model-wearing-black-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288112763985673746" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SWMmio2TPhI/AAAAAAAAAso/f1naozX9z2o/s200/model-wearing-black-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this futuristic gadget. A portable personal media player. &lt;a href="http://www.myvu.com/default.aspx"&gt;http://www.myvu.com/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;. Also realised that there are USB wall adpters. Now i can charge the iPod without booting my laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6182911467368752095-2655020298575579132?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2655020298575579132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2655020298575579132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2655020298575579132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2655020298575579132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/trivia.html' title='Trivia'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SWMmio2TPhI/AAAAAAAAAso/f1naozX9z2o/s72-c/model-wearing-black-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-7180736887850392453</id><published>2009-01-04T21:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:40:45.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rat-a-duet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good 2 week vacation its going to be back to the good ol' routine for Aadi and Mahesha. But, I need to start looking out for routine. My work for next couple of days have been set, all thanks to the rat we have been spotting off and on in our house. We had though we managed to chase it out once, but we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jerries (T&amp;amp;J), Remmies (Ratatouille) and Stuarts (Stuart Little) look good in TV / Big screen but definitely not welcome in my house. When we left for Mysore last week I believe my unwelcome guest had made himself comfortable in the balcony and I had closed all the shutters and the garbage was obviously empty, leaving the little guest all hungry. He had managed to live on chewing my sons school shoes and guess it was not tasty or it dint give him his energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had then climbed into our bathroom and gnawed on the bathroom door and made enough room to escape into our bedroom. I am sure after that he found enough food to stay alive and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned home last night I was shocked to see heap of all the wooden pieces near my bathroom door and let out a war cry against the little enemy. By around 2 AM I heard screams in my house and I saw Mahesha and my Father-in-Law standing in the hall with brooms and talking strategy. I quickly ram inside the bedroom locked the door and snuggled near Aadi and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some major noise in our kitchen and later heard the victory cry. This time the rat was officially dead. What provoked a 2 am battle? Well I guess the RAT did not realise the humans were back to their territory and it ran on my FIL. That was the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dead rat doesn't mean RIP. I have a strong doubt that a RAT family may be in my storage. I need to get the whole place cleaned up and I am gonna be busy atleast for next couple of days. If more followup is needed I am gonna be busy much longer. he he hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-7180736887850392453?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/7180736887850392453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=7180736887850392453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7180736887850392453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7180736887850392453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2009/01/rat-duet.html' title='Rat-a-duet'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-9176637041538269687</id><published>2008-12-29T21:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:43:53.509+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kollur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallebudu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agumbe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sravanabelagola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coastal Karnataka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horanadu'/><title type='text'>Coastal Karnataka - part 3</title><content type='html'>Day 4 : Murudeswar - Kollur - Agumbe - Horanadu&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 : Horanadu - Hallebudu - Sravanabelagola- Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: We didn't have a strong itinerary for Day 4. Our initial plan was to visit Jog falls and head back to Bangalore. But we were told Jog didn't have water and was not worth the trip. With no planned itinerary and check out time only by 12 noon we had plenty of time to spend at Murudeshwar and I finally got into the water. The beach has facility for ladies to change, I found it extremely useful. It also had a mobile bus with bath facility and locker if you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0ZiW6loI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wbbMdbzKa8o/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242882276103810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0ZiW6loI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wbbMdbzKa8o/s200/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 it was too late to reach Bangalore so we headed towards Kollur. We were lucky to reach there by 2.45 and were the last few to get the dharshan of Mookambika. the temple closes at 3.00. I was a bit sick so again no photos for memoir. We next headed towards Agumbe for the next sunset experience. But after Gokarna I was not too impressed, but never the less it was quite good. It is a popular affair as i saw many tourist gathered at the sunset spot. After the sunset we headed towards beautiful Horanadu through the hilly and winding roads. He hoped to reach Hassan for the night halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late and we reached Horanadu only by 9.40. Though the temple was open till 10 we decided to rest for the day. So we did some room hunting. Again by gods grace we got an excellent room at one of the best hotels (Durgamba deluxe hotel) there for a reasonable amount (rs. 800) though it had no TV and western style facility..i was very very happy with the place. It reminded my village house and the hot sambar rice was really yummy after that long drive. All the warm clothes I had packed came handy for our stay at Horanadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: By now I had lost track of day and date. The hotels at horanaddu use fore from logs to heat up water. So Hot water only between 6 and 7 in the mornings. At 6 in the morning there was a hard bang on every room with a load voice yelling about the availability of hot water. It was quite dark for 6 am and the visibility was poor due to thick fog that was settling all around. We got ready for the temple visit by 7 and the annapoorneshwari temple was one of the temples with longest queue that I visited in this circuit. But I was very happy with the way the place was managed and we got an excellent Dharshan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0Ys-pqCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b-NubPzeni8/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242867947251746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0Ys-pqCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b-NubPzeni8/s200/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We decided to get the aarathi done and joined the 9 am pooja. I had never felt so moved by anything before. The lighting of lamps and ringing of bells and the vedic mantra chant was soul cleansing experience. i would love to be there once again to participate in a pooja like that. It was a very spiritual experience I thoroughly enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started back towards Bangalore at around 11 am. Reached bellur for lunch aroung 2 pm and spent some good time at hallebedu watching the Hoysala temple for Shiva. The carvings there are some of the most beautiful, better than Belur and Somanathapura temples. especially I liked the Govardana carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0YY9cJNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/inUwC2yUpD4/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242862573462738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0YY9cJNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/inUwC2yUpD4/s200/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We then headed towards Sravanabelagola. We reached there at 5.45 and were told the temple closes at 6.15. We were to rush up and the steep hillock was unnerving. I think there were atleast 450 to 500 steps to climb. By the time I reached, what appeared to be the top i had gone breathless several time and I kept praying to good that I remain fit enough to climb it. On reaching the top spot I realised it was not the end and it was only 2/3 I had covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0YJ2YBfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xKz6GqrYCPI/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242858517300722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0YJ2YBfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xKz6GqrYCPI/s200/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was an accomplishment that we reached the top in time and spent good 10 minutes before we headed back. The tender coconut shop at the base is strategic and i was thankful that i could quench my thirst and recoup after all that hard work. Sravanabelagola was a fitting finish for the wonderful 5 day trip. We reached home sweet home by 10 that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-9176637041538269687?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/9176637041538269687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=9176637041538269687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9176637041538269687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9176637041538269687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/coastal-karnataka-part-3.html' title='Coastal Karnataka - part 3'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVj0ZiW6loI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wbbMdbzKa8o/s72-c/DSC00585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2052611528659173244</id><published>2008-12-29T21:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:19:16.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murudeswar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gokarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coastal Karnataka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idugunji'/><title type='text'>Coastal Karnataka - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Day 3 : Murudeswar - Idugunji - Gokarna - Murudeswar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvBMZV5dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ec7vw2EHDOs/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236966505702866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvBMZV5dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ec7vw2EHDOs/s200/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 3: I was eager to get a view of the sunrise and woke up by 6 am. Surprisingly the beach already had students/tourist taking bath and i could hear them from my room's balcony. With father and son fast asleep I sat by myself for about an hour looking at the sky going all black to shades of violet &amp;amp; pink and finally to bright day light. It was one of the most memorable times of the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvBTFjqtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Y4KwRTlItNY/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236968301767378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvBTFjqtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Y4KwRTlItNY/s200/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later we went to the Booloka kailasha on top of the small hillock and enjoyed the show on the story of Ravana getting athma linga and the significance of Gokarana and Murudeshwra temples. It was very well presented and I felt the Rs.10 per head was a very reasonable ticket for such a nice show.&lt;br /&gt;By afternoon we left towards Gokarna. On our way we stopped at Idugunji ganesha. We missed Batkal beach as we didn't know about it. My uncle says it is an excellent beach on the way to Gokarna and a must see.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvB0fgrwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WgBSxfuN_FY/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236977268993794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvB0fgrwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WgBSxfuN_FY/s200/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But we stopped at Ramatheerta near honnavar. (missed clicking some snaps). It is a small temple, not many know about this place. A shiva temple that was worshiped by lord rama is present here. The story here is, as Rama was going through the forests in this area during his vanavasa there was no water and he shot an arrow in the land and it became a source of a fountain / stream and it is a source of water to this date. We collected a bottle of this water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After luch at kumta, we reached Gokarna by 4 and there was an hour before the temple would open. So we spent about half hour in the Gokarna beach. Swimming is not recommended here and so we dint enter the water. There are too many westerners here. I guess it is because of its prximity to Goa / Karwar. we couldn't make it to Karwar as we dint get any hotels. In fact we didnt get any in Gokarna and we were returning to Murudeshwar that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvEPW7o5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QOnO2nBo2yA/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237018840507282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvEPW7o5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QOnO2nBo2yA/s200/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to go to Om beach (named after the shape of the beach, you can see it behind aadi in the next photo) for the sunset. This is the best beach I have been to so far. A quite secluded beach. The water here is as calm as possible. Spotting dophins during the boat ride was fun. The beach side resort can be accessed by boats only. The only negative point, I saw only westerners on those beach resorts. I was told they are too expensive for Indians.Not sure how expensive :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvEuBDFTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oX8CyjAtwXA/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237027070219570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvEuBDFTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oX8CyjAtwXA/s200/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aadi and Mahesha were back into the water and I was happy watching from the rocks and waited for the beautiful sunset. later we went to the Ganesha temple and the Mahabaleshwara temple. No banian and shirt for boys and men. I was surprised to see Mahesha comply immediately. The more surprising aspect was he even got an elaborate pooja done and he was lost in it. He was very pleased with the priest and made some generous offerings.I was happy i could touch the athma linga. There are very few hindu temples which allow you to touch the deity. Even at Ganesha temple you can offer pooja yourself if you had had a bath before coming to the temple. This was a pleasant surprise to me. We spent some time at the Parvathi temple and then were ready for some eats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was again surprised to see a small eating joint with Indian name filled with westerners and then realised it was run by westerners. It was houseful and the boy at the counter, a westerner, spoke in perfect local kannada and directed us to the Pai restaurant nearby. After the Dosa eats I realised I had not been to the rest room since we left Murudeswar. Thatz when I realised these places are definitely not women friendly when it comes to these matters. Finally found a decent place at the bus stop. The worst was at Kollur. So ladies beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We reached back Murudeshwar by around 10 pm later that night.    &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/6182911467368752095-2052611528659173244?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2052611528659173244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2052611528659173244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2052611528659173244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2052611528659173244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/coastal-karnataka-part-2.html' title='Coastal Karnataka - Part 2'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVjvBMZV5dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ec7vw2EHDOs/s72-c/DSC00510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4575685225487456649</id><published>2008-12-29T14:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:16:29.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murudeswar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gokarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agumbe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coastal Karnataka'/><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>Murudeshwar ....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0bnlJqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KtPNw6mLeg4/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128995114133154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0bnlJqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KtPNw6mLeg4/s200/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0LND8EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lqMSZamKNEU/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128990707937346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0LND8EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lqMSZamKNEU/s200/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokarna - Om Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0pWe7QI/AAAAAAAAAII/jhn5Qcsc128/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128998800518402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0pWe7QI/AAAAAAAAAII/jhn5Qcsc128/s200/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM1LSN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Is3H8QUUbN8/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285129007909427602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM1LSN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Is3H8QUUbN8/s200/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agumbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM1eMFeJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_FNdN_spWSo/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285129012983986322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM1eMFeJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_FNdN_spWSo/s200/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4575685225487456649?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4575685225487456649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4575685225487456649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4575685225487456649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4575685225487456649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViM0bnlJqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KtPNw6mLeg4/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-7778372895402863070</id><published>2008-12-28T13:47:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:47:24.372+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murudeswar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sringeri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Udupi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coastal Karnataka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marawanthe'/><title type='text'>Coastal Karnataka Trip - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVh_sJxdgzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3yIdbqFNDjk/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114559233622834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVh_sJxdgzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3yIdbqFNDjk/s200/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had a Gala time last 5 days. The Day 0 went in deciding the itinerary (thanks to various blogs and outlook traveller) and calling up hotels &amp;amp; resorts we had a plan for day 1 to day 4 and left the last day flexible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 : Bangalore - Belur - Sringeri - Udupi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 : Udupi - Maravanthe Beach - Murudeswar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: I had done all the packing the previous day and we started towards a wonderful trip from Bangalore by 7.45 in the morning.Luck was on our side and we were on the Tumkur road in about half hour.We hit the road towards Belur. By 12.30 we reached the architectural wonders of Belur. I loved the intricate carving in the temple and wanted to spend more time. We promised we will be back at another time for trip to Belur-Halebidu-Sravanabelagola (my long awaited place to visit). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViAM_odX9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ctUDPisxduM/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285115123447193554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViAM_odX9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ctUDPisxduM/s200/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch at Chikmagalur we headed to Sringeri. We wanted to cover Sringeri Sharadda Devi Temple and Agumbe Sunset. Sringeri temple is closed between 2pm and 5 pm. We reached the temple Just in time for the opening in the evening. The temple was Serene and beautiful. The old eshwara temple looked divine. The Sharaddamba temple had a crowd as they had just opened the doors for the evening. We spent a while inside the temple and then enjoyed the beauty of the thunga river. The fishes were well fed a huge. Aadi was nostalgic about his pet fishes he had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to spend more time in Sringere and gave up sunset at Agumbe, as reaching there through the hilly winding roads will be impossible for catching the sunset. ( I was disappointed and kept complaining to Mahesha it was just like Yosmite ). We spent about an hour in the temple and then headed towards Udupi. It was about 9.00 pm we reached the Karavalli at Udupi and we were ready to retire for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViBQzOshxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QzjLl-vGkOA/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285116288349013778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViBQzOshxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QzjLl-vGkOA/s200/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: we decided to skip breakfast as we were to go to temple. The three of us reached there by 7.45 and decided to get archana done. Since it was Dwadasi the pooja was over already over and we got an excellent dharshan of the god. It is amazing to see the gos through the narrow window and we later saw from the kanakana kitiki also. But we missed the Channakeshava temple, inspite of my moms reminders. Being a Madhwa myself it was important for me to go there. So hoping another visit will happen in some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the went to the geeta sadan and took blessing from the presiding guru. The Brunch at the temple at 9.00 was yummy. Mahesha and me relished it. But aadi was complaining as he is not used to sitting on the floor and having lunch. Though banana leaf lunch is something he always loved.I shopped to my content in the temple premises. But I later realised the rates were much cheaper outside. I bought a "kadagolu" (the wooden spinner used to churn the butter milk) for 40 bucks and outside the same one was just 15 bucks. But, I decided not to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aadi loved the elephant blessing. It was first time for me and I shrieked when the elephant touched me with its trunk. Photography was prohibited. Guess the elephant gets scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViBRCE5apI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OtsSmW140ac/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285116292334447250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViBRCE5apI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OtsSmW140ac/s200/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were now ready for the beach and it was about 10.30. we spent a good amount of time at the Maple beach which was just 2 kms behind our hotel. After a good swim in the beach and some beach cricket we were ready to hit the road for our next destination - Murudeshwar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDJRQJynI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BAjzBc6yzJk/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118357992491634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDJRQJynI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BAjzBc6yzJk/s200/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to stop at Aneguda for Ganesha temple and we missed it. But, we did stop at Marwanthe beach. The drive reminded me of the west coast highway 1 in LA. The road running parallel to the beach. Here it was even better with one side the sea and the other side was a beautiful river (I think it was Nethravathi river not too sure). You can choose to stay in the turtle beach resort here instead of udupi. We couldn't get rooms there due to last minute bookings we did on Day 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDI6rqDOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sMLnartxrSU/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118351933836514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDI6rqDOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sMLnartxrSU/s200/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the boat ride on the river. The residents of the islands are heavily dependent on the boats for their everyday commute and i felt a bit bad when we took away the motorised boat for half hour pleasure ride. Guess the residents are used to it. after some time at the beach we left for Murudeshwar and reached the RNS residency by 4.30. I am glad we stayed at the hotel and not in the resort. The view from 6th floor was breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDKDG55QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MIJEzmL3ANE/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118371375473922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDKDG55QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MIJEzmL3ANE/s200/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first view of beautiful sunset into sea from the majestic eashwara temple. Aadi and Mahesha continued to enjoy their beach trips and they insisted I join them in water and I continued to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDJkyQoiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lULmaoihT0U/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118363235820066" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SViDJkyQoiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lULmaoihT0U/s200/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the historic eashwara temple later in the night just before the temple was closed at 8 pm. The seaside restaurant at Naveen and at RNS were too good. I went to our room with a heavy tummy and crashed into the bed, dreaming about the sunrise view I would get next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-7778372895402863070?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/7778372895402863070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=7778372895402863070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7778372895402863070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7778372895402863070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/coastal-karnataka-trip-part-1.html' title='Coastal Karnataka Trip - part 1'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SVh_sJxdgzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3yIdbqFNDjk/s72-c/DSC00424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3271321305899049748</id><published>2008-12-22T10:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:13:00.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Budget Vacation</title><content type='html'>With 2 weeks off at Mahesha's office and Aadi's school, i have been looking for a nice long trip. Mahesha has fallen in love with Mangalore and the nearby beaches and is keen to do a Coastal Karnataka trip. As a first step he has got couple of books for us to do a study. So hopefully we will hit the road tomorrow and I will have a story to tell after a week from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult part is neither me nor mahesha wants to lift the phone and start making reservations. I want a vacation were I am treated like a queen. Someone takes care of everything and my role is nothing but to enjoy the trip. I guess Mahesha wants to be the king. With tight budgets we cannot afford a vacation like that. I am worried this vacation will only remain in our minds and never get real....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3271321305899049748?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3271321305899049748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3271321305899049748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3271321305899049748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3271321305899049748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/budget-vacation.html' title='Budget Vacation'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-713331064959438714</id><published>2008-12-15T15:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:29:14.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The wanderer</title><content type='html'>My mind has been a wanderer for many days now. The latest being my mom telling that the குரு பெயர்ச்சி (change in Jupiter position per horoscope) effect is not good for Mahesha. While it is supposed to have no negative effects for my stars, it is not great for him. I am not sure to believe in these or not but I guess it is good to ensure damage control if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back to the good ol' topic of my job. Do I get back into a regular job. I am sure it can bring better financial stability but what about aadi and other good things I have gained in last 10 months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-713331064959438714?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/713331064959438714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=713331064959438714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/713331064959438714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/713331064959438714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanderer.html' title='The wanderer'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4191446296859032071</id><published>2008-12-10T16:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:01:12.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My N70</title><content type='html'>My mobile has been crying for a while that it has got old and would like to retire. In fact it has lost its voice. It does not ring any more and goes blind very often, the display turns to grades of maroon to all white and some times all black. It has been just 2.5 years back I bought it as B'day gift for Mahesha (Don't ask how it became my phone :)). It was one of the expensive ones ( for me atleast )in those days in the market. I spent a solid 17K on the N70. I am a huge fan of Nokia even today. I have changed 3 Nokia phones (including one I lost at my desk) in last 6 years. So I guess the average life expectancy of a Nokia is about 2 years and its time I upgraded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesha  bought his Samsung just after I bought the N70. It is still working great. For many reasons I am in no mood to part from my N70. Mahesha has offered multiple times to buy a new one, but I have declined. I continue to miss my calls and still hanging on to dear old N70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4191446296859032071?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4191446296859032071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4191446296859032071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4191446296859032071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4191446296859032071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-n70.html' title='My N70'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4291248070015331877</id><published>2008-12-04T08:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:04:34.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Media ....</title><content type='html'>I have been watching a lot of TV since last week. For the first time I know all the news channel numbers, though they are not stored in my favourites list I can quickly browse from one news channel to another. I have watched Times Now, CNN IBN, NDTV, UTVi, Udaya varthegalu and the business news channels as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been always amused at the Jargons we use in the IT industry and used to wonder if this was unique to us. But the way the media covered the unfortunate incidents of last week, I saw them competing with each other to give a unique phrase to what was happening out there. I did feel like saying 'enough of this' to the Media folks. I was flipping to BBC every once in a while to see an outsider view. Though I felt BBC was more biased towards our neighbour, their stories were of much better quality. The host had better control on his interviews and discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess our folks are still in maturity level 2/level 3 !! Long way before reaching level 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4291248070015331877?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4291248070015331877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4291248070015331877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4291248070015331877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4291248070015331877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/12/media.html' title='Media ....'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8327428192938660554</id><published>2008-11-30T13:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:25:35.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>My mom was a great story teller and an excellent singer. Unlike the typical stories that are told to kids (as seen in movies) my mom introduced us to fantasy land through the English books she had read as a kid. One of the initial stories I remember is Robinhood and his merry men. I also remember Robinson Cruso. She also told some of her favourites from Hollywood like Macanas Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, my mom never told stories during bed time, but they were during dinner time. As she narrated stories from Indian Mythology, Hollywood and from English classics I was lost in my fantasy world with mouth wide open and my tongue sticking out a bit. My sister would point my open mouth and I would be embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister inherited the knack of story telling from my mom. During her visits from semester holidays the dinner time would mean us laughing till we cried with all the funny stuff she had tell from her hostel gossip. I really miss those good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything to get back the family together. My mom serving &lt;em&gt;'kai thuththu'&lt;/em&gt; to three of us, the yummy &lt;em&gt;saranna&lt;/em&gt; and wonderful stories and the sister narrating her rib tickling stories.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...is it too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8327428192938660554?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8327428192938660554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8327428192938660554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8327428192938660554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8327428192938660554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4651198502656551988</id><published>2008-11-25T08:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:27:00.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is the President?</title><content type='html'>It started with Aadi's Value Education homework. Very simple one, paste India's current President and PMs photos from the News Paper. I had disposed my old Newspapers and I had paper only from Nov. After a quick skim of the 20+ days Newspapers (ToI and Economic Times) and few Mags ,I got couple of pictures of our PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected any news to do with our Prez will be in Page 1. But I found none and I could find tons of Obama photos, I could find Advani, HDK, Yeddi, Daniel Graig and so many others...But not Madam Perz and it was quite a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Prez I remember was Ghyani Zail Singh and he was always in Papers (Hindu) and on DD. Venkataraman, Shankar Dhayal Sharma and KRN were all seen in media time to time and Ofcourse I could find our dear Abdul Kalam's photo even now. But why not Madam Prathiba Patil, our first women President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much halla gulla when Mrs. Clinton was running for US Presidency and when Obama became prez...Indian Press wanted to know when we will get a Dalit PM. But, why media shies away from our Honourable Madam??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I found a photo of Madam Prez in Page 3 :( which reported her recent visit to Bangalore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4651198502656551988?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4651198502656551988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4651198502656551988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4651198502656551988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4651198502656551988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-is-president.html' title='Where is the President?'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8025660095868541296</id><published>2008-11-21T12:16:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:09:13.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='village'/><title type='text'>Religion - A belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SSZdNrnSlAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/INk4f17CHNI/s1600-h/2422025-R1-056-26A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271002903510946818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SSZdNrnSlAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/INk4f17CHNI/s200/2422025-R1-056-26A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my childhood days, visits to temple were far and few. We had a small அரசமரதடி பிள்ளையார் ( ganesha under the peepal tree ) next to our house. There were lot of stories as to who put up the idol there, with claims between my family and our neighbor. There were no priest and no daily rituals. So the interaction between me and God was very personal. No brokers in between. So my prayers were either at home in the Pooja room or under the peepal tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse studying in convent had its own effect and my mind was constantly looking out for help during the trying exam times from the single Christian God and the umpteen Hindu gods. Slowly God meant something that neither religion portrayed. I do, do my daily pooja at home and once in a blue moon visit temples but my relationship with God has remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to our Mutt I find the customs amusing. Men not to wear shirts and ofcourse ladies cant enter temple during ....while what ever a religion may preach, at the end of the day I guess Religion is a belief and God lives within us. If we pause &amp;amp; listen to him/her we can lead a life with less vanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8025660095868541296?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8025660095868541296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8025660095868541296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8025660095868541296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8025660095868541296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/religion-belief.html' title='Religion - A belief'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SSZdNrnSlAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/INk4f17CHNI/s72-c/2422025-R1-056-26A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-9122841598171681414</id><published>2008-11-19T15:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:19:04.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ant and the Grasshopper - Whats good for the economy?</title><content type='html'>I remember the story of Ant and grasshopper as two diffrent versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in the primary school which tells about why hard work is important and another (the version I enjoyed better) from high school from Somerset Maugham, which tells the story of two brothers, the "hardworking ant" elder brother and the "spend thrift &amp; happy go lucky - grasshopper" yonger brother. Ironically, the younger one finds a rich old lady, marries and she dies leaving all the fortune for him to enjoy. hmmmm wonder what the moral is??? I guess this is life's reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of this story today for many reasons, as the economy is slowing down we are all tightening our belts. With lesser investments in employee training and education...my income is not looking great. But, I have a long list of items to spend on. Some are essentials and some are not. But will soon become essential. I may have to change my lifestyle and I am not ready yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who makes the economy better? The ant or the Grasshopper. When I was doing my economics paper last year I was thrilled to look at a simple calculation. A 1000 rupees put in the bank and given out as loans can create a cash flow of 10K in the market (ideally). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, How can we create wealth? My simple mind says only two ways &lt;br /&gt;1. Innovation - Have we dried out of simple innovations that has lost adding efficiency to our lives?&lt;br /&gt;2. Ant + Grasshopper - Work hard , Party harder. More cash flow. More wealth. But ofcourse match demand and capacity. When will we see the balance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont seem to contribute to point 1 and 2a :). I am blissfully married and hence cant dream of the grasshopper life as told by Somerset(ha ha haaaaa)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does the leave me with ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-9122841598171681414?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/9122841598171681414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=9122841598171681414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9122841598171681414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9122841598171681414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/ant-and-grasshopper-whats-good-for.html' title='Ant and the Grasshopper - Whats good for the economy?'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8343464590458969595</id><published>2008-11-14T17:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:33:06.305+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Bully</title><content type='html'>I had not heard this word during student days and studying in a girls convent school might have protected me from the bullies. But, Last 5 years at work and socially as the peck order had settled, it had become increasingly difficult to create my own space. I think one of the big reasons for leaving both my previous employers was also that I started feeling constrained and being pushed around. Not respected for what I did and others taking "undue" advantage of who I was, was a really huge problem. As I settled in this new role there has been many compromises...but one thing that myself and my partner have felt in common is not letting others to bully us or take undue advatage, it has been highly liberating. But, I still want to know how to survive in the corporate world without feeling obliged to say yes..and not feeling pushed around or bullied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8343464590458969595?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8343464590458969595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8343464590458969595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8343464590458969595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8343464590458969595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/bully.html' title='Bully'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8993318168411742454</id><published>2008-11-11T09:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:09:52.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>The Perfect B'day Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SRkUTtqPlSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ysl3s4PJQCQ/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267263568093353250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SRkUTtqPlSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ysl3s4PJQCQ/s200/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SRkUTVj0auI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3vuBzgdkjMs/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267263561623956194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SRkUTVj0auI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3vuBzgdkjMs/s200/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great evening yesterday. I also think it was the best B'day party for Aadi. We had invited his schoolmates and his friends. Aadi and Paaru helped me to set up the place. By 5 he was eager to see his cake. Aadi was disappointed that no one turned up at 6.30. Well, he needs to grow up a bit to understand IST stands for Indian Stretchable Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly his buddies started to trickle in and lo..the power went. But it turned out to be better, with no power we turned the party into Candle light party and it was fun. The Kids started to look into the return gifts we had for them and the noise slowly started raising. I loved it. The more the merrier. Finally, we cut the cake in dim candle lights and then the power came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny ones started asking for the balloons, I was more than happy to give away. I hadn't planned any games but still the kids had a good time. The hour went really well &amp;amp; I am glad one of my deliverables as a (near) full time mom was met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aadi loved all the gifts he had got. And for once slept without asking for a story. It was the first time I saw him exhausted and I am glad he spent all his energy well yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY DEAR AADI!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY and MAY GOD BLESS YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8993318168411742454?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8993318168411742454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8993318168411742454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8993318168411742454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8993318168411742454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-bday-party.html' title='The Perfect B&apos;day Party'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SRkUTtqPlSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ysl3s4PJQCQ/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4990278711848308952</id><published>2008-11-03T14:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:23:17.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why have a censor board??</title><content type='html'>I am a great fan of Bond movies...I am waiting to go for Quantum of Solace. Yesterday I was seeing a trailer and suddenly a Qn popped up in my mind. Why do we have Censor Boards in India? I checked with Mahesha and if he is right many countries dont have Censor Boards. They have ratings but no boards which proposes CUTS. If we can have Magazines, Books and other entertainments without a Censor Board. Why for movies? Why not just give it a rating? Just beyond U, A...like PG, PG-13 etc, instead of cutting scenes. Do Indian audience need such baby sitting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4990278711848308952?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4990278711848308952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4990278711848308952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4990278711848308952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4990278711848308952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-have-censor-board.html' title='Why have a censor board??'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1170839696083941659</id><published>2008-10-23T11:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:01:00.345+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='village'/><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><content type='html'>The quick (1 day) trip to the village was great. For 24 hours I went to a different world. Were  I could travel 25 Kms for six rupees, watching 80s tamil hit videos. Buy quality cotton materials at &lt; 50 % of the selling price, in bangalore. ( I have seen the same material in Lifestyle for a lot more price tag) And a loving family who cooked a festive lunch to make me comfortable for the mere six hours I stayed at their house. No wonder my granny loves them more than us ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple people simple life. Is it necessary to complicate lives? I know without the current progress esp in medical field life will be more painful for people like my granny. But, at the same time I do miss the simple unadulterated, affectionate, hardworking lifestyle that my uncle and family has. I know life is not rosy for them. But they are so affectionate, I wonder why we are not so? Is it having 3 girl kids taught my uncle to be more loving ? The knowledge that soon all of them will be married and gone makes him more caring? I donno, whatever the reason is, smiling and helping others all the time has definitely earned him lot more well wishers than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started the trip I had enough to crib about. My granny's stubbornness. Lack of good wheel chair facility at Station. Late arrival of trains. Midnight journeys etc etc. But all that got wiped off after spending the brief time at the village. Sadly I am back to my moody self. Hope I can find strength to deal my life better after this short, but more meaningful trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1170839696083941659?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1170839696083941659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1170839696083941659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1170839696083941659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1170839696083941659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8114239286780532559</id><published>2008-10-20T17:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:22:51.467+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Q without U</title><content type='html'>Myself and friend of mine were having a discussion about Q words in English and how Q is always followed by U. My 6 year old has started on multi syllabal words this year and remembering spellings was very important. So i told about Q and U being friends and how Q needs a U always in english words. He was so thrilled to know this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many days, today he remembered this again and started quizzing his visiting grandpa about Q and U....My father thought about it for a while and they both could not find any meaningful English words were q was without u. My father gave him an explanation that Q was a consonant and it needed a vowel u in its words. My brilliant son asked why not a, e, i , o? I jumped in and said Q has a u sound at the end so the best suitable vowel is u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not fully convinced but accepted the explanation. when my father said Q needs U to survive...he was quite amused. He asked, " Without U will Q die? No U No Q?" It is a pleasure to see such innocent questions asked at the face value of words...and I myself donno why Q cant survive without U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I found on wikipedia on words with Q but no U. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_English_words_containing_Q_not_followed_by_U"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_English_words_containing_Q_not_followed_by_U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8114239286780532559?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8114239286780532559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8114239286780532559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8114239286780532559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8114239286780532559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-without-u.html' title='Q without U'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1844115234269051732</id><published>2008-10-19T00:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:49:15.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>LalBagh Green Express</title><content type='html'>After a long time, I decided I need to let loose and relax. I needed to get out of my house badly. Everyday is a nightmare for me these days. Morning, tiff with my cook &amp;amp; maid. Then yelling at aadi or mahesha or my grandma. The falling Sensex scare. Damn it, I chose a really wrong time to quit a regular income job. With things not going my way at work, stress has become too much for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a perfect opportunity to get out of the house today, thanks to some kids B'day party. After the good lunch, Mahesha suggested we go to Gopalan Mall. Since i was not ready to get into another cycle of depression as I forgot my cc at home, I said no to Gopalan Mall and we went to Lalbagh, the dream destination of r1. As we entered the gardens, I saw a nice green house kind of place and a golf cart. I checked and it was a tour around lalbagh for 100 rupees per head for adults and 50 per kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mahesha if he was ok to spend 250 rupees and he readily agreed. We got onto to the golf cart and they took us around the garden for about half hour (The promise was 45 minutes - since no phiranghees were there, I am sure they made our trip short and sweet). I loved the trip. It was the first time I saw the whole of Lalbagh. I never knew there was a lake in there. The rain made the trip even better.  Finally, we shopped a Tulsi for my self and aadi got his next pet, a cactus plant (hoping it will be low maintenance, with all the &lt;a href="http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/07/aadis-first-pet.html"&gt;fish&lt;/a&gt; dead as of last week, I needed a more &lt;span class=""&gt;easy to maintain &lt;/span&gt;pet . 5 அறிவு ஜீவன் to ஓர் அறிவு ஜீவன்...Donno if this is progress). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the good ride at Lalbagh I continued my retail therapy at Crossword. Picked up 3 books for myself and couple of books and other stuff for aadi. Ended the day at office, picking my personal stuff. Dint hurt much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I know what I don't want to do. But, donno what to do. what I want to do is verrrry expensive...so what should I be doing ????? May be just get practical and get back to a 9 to 6 job. Hmmm with the slump, even that seems to be difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1844115234269051732?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1844115234269051732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1844115234269051732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1844115234269051732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1844115234269051732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lalbagh-green-express.html' title='LalBagh Green Express'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1247683238654916427</id><published>2008-10-14T19:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:29:59.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>circles and squares</title><content type='html'>As a kid I hated taken a beaten path. My father was posted outside India and he was visiting us on his annual vacation. I remember having a long chat with him on why we are expected to lead a life just like our parents or their parents? Why confine to the same squares and circles? why not do something different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a passionate discussion, but I dint know I was about to get a new nick name - circles and squares. The whole conversation was never appreciated by anyone. I never got any support to adopt unconventional path in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years I am feeling the same today. Taking a less trodden path would mean a new scenery but at its own risk..its own cost. Very few dare to do it in their lives. hmmm...another long day..another day filled with question marks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1247683238654916427?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1247683238654916427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1247683238654916427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1247683238654916427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1247683238654916427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/10/circles-and-squares.html' title='circles and squares'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1125065500203126733</id><published>2008-10-10T15:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:17:09.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Navarathri</title><content type='html'>The last nine days had been a roller coaster. My desire to balance home and work spoilt my whole vacation. Like every year, this year also I had kept dolls as part of Navarathri. But, I got carried away and agreed for an engagement on 6th, 7th anf 8th. Since I had to go all the way to white field I couldn't do pooja to my heart's content. First 3 days I was unable to do pooja for some personal reasons, next 3 days I had to prepare for the engagement and last 3 days was spent away from home. Net net no fun during the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that Rita is back from vacation...the big qn on what next is starring at me like a boodham (ghost). As the inevitable is coming closer, I am looking at my options and Rita's options. hmmm. Why do we lack patience? Why instant gratification is the only way? Why cant we risk a little to gain a lot? o m g my mind is full of qns, but no answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1125065500203126733?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1125065500203126733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1125065500203126733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1125065500203126733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1125065500203126733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/10/navarathri.html' title='Navarathri'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-493502363335064809</id><published>2008-10-03T15:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:41:42.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Where is the void?</title><content type='html'>As a kid living in a remote village meant very few guests. In a year we would just get one or two visitors. Every time when someone visits us lot of prep would happen, we would get our behaviour trainings, dos and donts in advance, just like a client visiting the project team ! I would look forward to the gifts I may be getting and also we would get to stay awake late as there will be lot of catching up happening. Unfortunately, all visitors were the grown ups and no kids!! But still having a gust was always special and I loved it. One thing that I hated was when the guest would leave. It always meant a great void in my heart! Especially when our uncle would visit us from Chittoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, living in the city means better accessibility. But, being a working couple meant we cant be reached on working days! Getting a guest now also means a lot of prep. Ensuring that all groceries are stocked. Fragile items are removed from kids reach. Telling the cook in advance, so we can have sufficient food in time. Buying right gifts etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I miss is the void I used to feel as a kid when the guests leave. Now I have no time to even think of how well the stay went. i have to hop on to my next to do...Wonder if it was same for my parents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-493502363335064809?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/493502363335064809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=493502363335064809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/493502363335064809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/493502363335064809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-void.html' title='Where is the void?'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3663297992449584461</id><published>2008-09-29T18:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:59:21.116+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Perceptions - Window to our world</title><content type='html'>On Friday we had a party, I had to leave early from the party. So I decided to catch up on whatever I had missed. I called 3 different people, and got three different views on the same set of happenings. I was sure if I had stayed back, I would have had my own view on what happened at the party. This triggered my thoughts in the direction of what perceptions are all about. Someone had asked me if Perception Management can be taught. Since I knew all 3 persons with whom I spoke, I could filter the information and make my own conclusions, which of course is my perception. Well ,if I had not known them, I would have used some experience from past to make my own conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it possible to teach Perception Management? We can only act based on our experience or well known experience. I guess Perception Management will be based on the most well known experiences and cultural know-hows. Will that be sufficient in managing all stake holder perceptions at work place? This is going to be my next pet subject to research on :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3663297992449584461?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3663297992449584461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3663297992449584461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3663297992449584461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3663297992449584461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/perspections-window-to-our-world.html' title='Perceptions - Window to our world'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1046003426962814198</id><published>2008-09-22T23:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:07:45.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Arms length business</title><content type='html'>One of my friends often use this term...Do business at arms length. I guess it comes naturally for men, and very difficult for us. The last three days was one such episode. Very stressful, as I was totally involved in my work and wanted everyone to have a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the other hand some one scoring 97% in their exam made me feel more than satisfied. A arms length business will neither make me so happy or stressful. I prefer to put my heart and soul into whatever I do and enjoy the outcome, than be a saint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1046003426962814198?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1046003426962814198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1046003426962814198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1046003426962814198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1046003426962814198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/arms-length-business.html' title='Arms length business'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-7535902276126802531</id><published>2008-09-18T21:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:03:43.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>My longest weekend</title><content type='html'>The next 3 days is going to be my longest weekend. This is going to be tougher than the Lexington days! I donno why I get attracted to unnecessary stress :). I hope to survive the weekend and write all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-7535902276126802531?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/7535902276126802531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=7535902276126802531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7535902276126802531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7535902276126802531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-longest-weekend.html' title='My longest weekend'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5201161427263366130</id><published>2008-09-17T15:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:12:58.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Tricky TV</title><content type='html'>I love to unwind for the day watching TV. But many times, I need to share the air time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aadi.&lt;/span&gt; So I have started enjoying all the stuff he watches. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Perman&lt;/span&gt;, Ben 10, T &amp;amp; J have become my favourite programs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest addition to this list are Hole in the wall, a game show on Pogo and then Tricky TV on Nick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aadi&lt;/span&gt; wants every Magic to be revealed. But Tricky reveals only one per show...But, it is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. Simple tricks, but very neat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aadi&lt;/span&gt; loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years back we went for a Magic show, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aadi&lt;/span&gt; was too young to appreciate the tricks. I am sure he would love them now. He is showing off the tricks he has learnt to his friends!! Good way to socialise, esp for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aadi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5201161427263366130?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5201161427263366130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5201161427263366130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5201161427263366130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5201161427263366130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/tricky-tv.html' title='Tricky TV'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3135580958772565484</id><published>2008-09-13T01:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:29:05.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Martians</title><content type='html'>One of the books I enjoyed reading was Men are from Mars ....John Gray has done a very good job and I am sure there has been tons of appreciation for the book. Even after so much research and well written books, communication remains key problem between the two sexes. The bigger problem I find is , as we grow older, we are "expected" to get wiser. Hence better at communication with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my case it just seem to get tougher. Both at home and at work. why do the Martians talk in a language we Venusians cant understand and of course why cant they appreciate what we have to say :(.  May be building a translator will make a good business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this ad really interesting &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjjB9U9YxJg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjjB9U9YxJg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3135580958772565484?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3135580958772565484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3135580958772565484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3135580958772565484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3135580958772565484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/martians.html' title='Martians'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5240354378283090325</id><published>2008-09-05T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:41:52.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gray Hair Matters!!</title><content type='html'>One of the main reasons for moving out of my first job was, lack of scope for utilising my talent. I felt I had moved up quickly and was getting bored where I was. Since I moved out, I have come to see that though my resume is impressive my total number of years does not validate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and people are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facts&lt;/span&gt; I offer. My second employer was a perfect example for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has more value Grey Cells or Gray Hair? How do I sell in a virtual world where "what is see may not be what you get"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5240354378283090325?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5240354378283090325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5240354378283090325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5240354378283090325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5240354378283090325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/gray-hair-matters.html' title='Gray Hair Matters!!'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2461962034599712048</id><published>2008-09-01T23:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:47:00.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>idea...in a box</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing thru all I have written on Jasmine Summer, since this year beginning. Couple of things stuck me.&lt;br /&gt;1. Humor has totally vanished from my words....hmmm that's not a good sign&lt;br /&gt;2. No more comments :( ... Well like any other mortal some outside support will help. Even my best friends have stopped commenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my thoughts started moving towards the humor factor. Leafsol work has definitely taken its toll. My free form of thinking... And it all became clear, too clear, as why me and Rita are struggling. Well, I have a formula now...need to bounce off with Rita and see if it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts jumped to how I have been branded as an innovative person at office :). We had this task force..which had to force people to think innovative. hmmmm so innovative! So there are these standard phrases that are associated with such task force. One, IDEA JAM. Two, IDEA BOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Idea Box to collect 'out of the box' ideas. I am sure you know what it means!! So the rally began. All the Managers ensured the team members did some out of box thinking...after couple of (multiple) reminders. Then another task force opened the hard thought of ideas and tried hard to evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the ideas were evaluated...one whole year had passed and I don't remember if the winning idea ever came out of the box and saw day light in implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost like history repeating....I have been trying to think out of box since last December. With 9 solid months rolling off, I can clearly see why I cant strike gold. Its time I stopped boxing myself and forcing myself to get an idea in a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2461962034599712048?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2461962034599712048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2461962034599712048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2461962034599712048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2461962034599712048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ideain-box.html' title='idea...in a box'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4289920521676560801</id><published>2008-08-27T11:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:34:54.099+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dejavu'/><title type='text'>Dejavu</title><content type='html'>Since my childhood I have experienced this strange feeling at various times. &lt;strong&gt;Been there done this.&lt;/strong&gt; Some times it just a fleeting moment, but sometimes it a whole event. It is almost always been like a recollection, but a few times I would even know what next. It scares me when this happens. The latest was two days back, when I was trying to serve dinner to my grandma and I knew exactly what conversation was to happen and I knew not just the conversation but the whole environment. The rain, my sons parallel conversation etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I remember my father taking about multi dimensional world. He would tell us that there were more than the known three dimensional world. He said, we lived in an universe of multi dimension. There were worlds that were in various time and space dimension that co-existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, there were other humans in another earth and another time point but living in our co-ordinates but in a different dimension. At any point in time there may be humans passing through us and we never felt it, because they were in different dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this piece of information very exiting. I would go around imagining the 'older me' passing through me without realising my presence :). Imagine we had such dimensions and there is information leak happening between such dimensions..we can always have Dejavu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If such information leaks are possible then may be ....may be  we can travel between those multi dimensions...do time travel...correct some historical mistakes....there are so many possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I checked the websites and the Dejavu has been attributed to simple things like fault in memory storage (Short term vs Long term) or sensory delay between the two eyes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  would love to believe in the stories my father told, than those memory issues which makes me feel like my dump PC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4289920521676560801?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4289920521676560801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4289920521676560801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4289920521676560801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4289920521676560801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/08/dejavu.html' title='Dejavu'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4585131195506539245</id><published>2008-08-13T22:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:30:30.737+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brand'/><title type='text'>What is a Brand? Can you tell me?</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I logged in here. It has been busy since we came back fron Thirupati. Lot of positive signs. With LeafSol work picking up I am all excited. It has been great. At the same time I miss talking to myself at Jasmine Summer. Guess thats what ranslated to all the Blah Blah I did this afternoon....God I must have spoke for about 4 hours and it was all about me , myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to think about school days and it is really nice to get back to those memorable days through aadi. The PTA meting we had 10 days back was really intresting. Guess no one gives feedback to the teacher. It appears to be a 1 way traffic, with teachers rattling about your kids performance. I saw the teacher react in surprise when I said I liked a few things that she is doing for her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very sure if the teacher appreciates what she is doing. Is it just a job or does she love her profession? She seems to have pre-formed notions &amp;amp; opinions and does not think beyond that. She said things I aleady know about aadi. What I would apprecite is to give us insights about how things can be made better. I have only one kid &amp;amp; she intercats with 30 kids a day..and I wud expect her to be more of a specialist....am I expecting too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita &amp;amp; me were talking about printo...more and more outlets in India are trying to Project them as a Brand and they are also charging a premium for that. But, at the end of it I do not get personalised service..or even worse a good standard service. It took Rita several hours to get our visiting card and brochure done at printo. This expierience has been very bad and we have decided to go to out next door local provider, to get the course material printed for our next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what a Brand means? What kind of service can we expect from Brands?   Why do they charge premium? Just because they have 10 or 20 outlets in the state / country can they call themselves a Brand? Be it a school or a printing outlet or a electronics shop. We pay through our nose, our hard earned money. Is it wrong to expect a better service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With retail stores mushrooming, I feel consumers are being taken for a ride, more and more. hmm what are my options?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4585131195506539245?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4585131195506539245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4585131195506539245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4585131195506539245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4585131195506539245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-brand-can-you-tell-me.html' title='What is a Brand? Can you tell me?'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3909554926002971135</id><published>2008-07-29T22:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:37:50.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Thirupathi</title><content type='html'>I wish I had some photos from the weekend Thirupathi trip. It is always a pleasure to see aadi enjoying out station trips. All three of us enjoyed this one, a ITDC package trip. This time the Dharshan took much more time than the previous one that we went 4 years back. I need to rework on the timing , have to check when it is best to be there, with least crowd. May take one of those seva tickets in Dec...not sure. But, what happened was amazing, for no reason I suddenly got a feeling that I have to be in Thirupati, and we were there in less than a week, no major planning. Unless god wishes this cant happen. After almost 4 years going there was great. This was aadi's second trip (but of course he remembers very little from his first trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for some more outing this year, with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3909554926002971135?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3909554926002971135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3909554926002971135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3909554926002971135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3909554926002971135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/07/thirupathi.html' title='Thirupathi'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1525182829013350255</id><published>2008-07-27T01:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:01:38.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>revival of reading...</title><content type='html'>The first fiction that I read was Pride and Prejudice when I was doing my graduation. Till then either I dint have access to books or no time to read anything, other than school books. Till date this book has remained my favourite. I liked the Indian version movie with Ash.. just for the reason that it was a lift off from PnP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my PG days Di introduced me to lending library ( a concept I never knew existed..hmm real frog in the village well). The toughest read was fountain head by Ayn Rand. I could not relate with the ideas and feelings expressed by the protagonist. I attempted reading the book several times and kept the book for almost a month and couldn't do much...except the rental library started sending me postcards reminding that the book was overdue. I finally gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book that caught my attention was Picture This by Joseph Heller, yes this is the same author who wrote the famous catch 22. I couldn't complete the book for some reason, but I want to read it some day...I was so impressed with the little I read, I bought catch 22 when I saw it in a Mysore Book shop. Unfortunately it is one of those long list of books that I have bought but yet to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesha and me share the passion for books. I wish I pursue this hobby more aggressively than today. Of late there has been severe power cuts in B'lore. It meant one good thing, no TV for time pass, so I have gone back to books and finished two books recently. Both are fictions, and I enjoyed thoroughly. Deception point, though unrealistic, it was quite engaging. Stone Cold by David Baldacci was the other book, similar book, not realistic but engaging. I usually like narration which has parallel tracks that merge at the end of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I can pull &amp;amp; start reading those 'many books' that I have collected and never read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1525182829013350255?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1525182829013350255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1525182829013350255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1525182829013350255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1525182829013350255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/07/revival-of-reading.html' title='revival of reading...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4266121718599871207</id><published>2008-07-06T19:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:38:57.385+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>aadi's first pet</title><content type='html'>Aadi has been looking forward to have his own pet. His initial pick was dog. All the nice movies show them friendly, loving and best of all 'can perform tricks', since having a dog meant high maintenance, I was not too much for it. Also, I am a cat loving person. But, then cats were also no no as we stayed in apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we have settled for FISH. Hoping it is low maintenance and also, it can answer those umpteen questions aadi has on vegetarianism. He was asking "my friends say egg is good for health, why don't we eat?". Well, we are vegetarians..thatz all was my explanation. Sometimes i think I should give him the choice to eat egg. hmm I donno, I am not ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have 5 pairs of fishy...aadi has named them sharky, zebra, goldie, sky and blackie. All in pairs. We got them home yesterday and we had the first casualty today. I guess one of the sharky could not stand the water change and I am hoping the other survive. We replaced the dead one, so that the other sharky doesn't feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was a sad experience for all 3 of us to see the fishy dead. Hoping we will have the rest survive. I also found this very informative site for anyone looking to have fish as pets, &lt;a href="http://www.algone.com/"&gt;http://www.algone.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4266121718599871207?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4266121718599871207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4266121718599871207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4266121718599871207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4266121718599871207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/07/aadis-first-pet.html' title='aadi&apos;s first pet'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4063409721116183729</id><published>2008-06-30T22:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:19:40.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leafsol'/><title type='text'>Best Vs Right</title><content type='html'>Many times I see shops, organizations, education institute using the term best of breed. I as an individual go for branded items over local maal, only till I am assured the quality and service is same across, then I don't hesitate to move towards the local maal. As I keep thinking more about &lt;a href="http://www.leafsol.com/"&gt;leafsol&lt;/a&gt;, and how to go forward, what strikes me a lot is the argument of Best vs Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bought my first car, I had a set of constraints and requirements, just like any product / services demand in the market. I wanted something that I can afford, was economical, not necessarily look for a loan, can navigate B'lore roads easily and something that can give me the comforts of a car. Since the nano of nineties, our good ol' 800, it was our immediate choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never thought of Zen. Zen met all the above criteria and also projected a class image that 800 didn't give. But then having 800 in itself gave us a definite image in my family which was sufficient and so I went for it and am happy till date. Similar was the case when we needed a Sedan we went for VFM model Indigo and a petrol version as we stayed in city most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a super dude on the team is not essential, but the right dude ...YES. So having the "best fit" is all that matters and not the "best of breed". I am sure that's what India needs now :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4063409721116183729?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4063409721116183729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4063409721116183729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4063409721116183729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4063409721116183729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-vs-right.html' title='Best Vs Right'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3674700235694938345</id><published>2008-06-24T10:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:59:42.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrive'/><title type='text'>Power Cuts</title><content type='html'>Last evening brought me some sweet memories from childhood. We had almost a 3 hour long power cut, our inverter is not working so I had spend the time in candle lights and with the single emergency light. I remembered how we used to enjoy power cuts when I used to stay in our village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest memory is how amma used to light up the kerosene lamp and some times the lantern, which I used every year in my school drama as a shepherd who visited Jesus when he was born. I guess these will be some sort of antique pieces today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love the smell of the soot. Cleaning that soot used to be quite interesting. amma would ask us to use the rangoli powder for the cleaning the glass shade. But still there will be not a single scratch on the glass shade, and would sparkle. I used love it when the glass was put back in the slot. A perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power cuts would be a major problem during the school exams and we used to study with those lamps and I always felt good when I scored well in those papers. I guess candles were expensive or may be it was not freely available in our village, so it used to be just these lamps. Having these kerosene lamps were luxury too, as I remember our tenants and neighbors would use a empty medicine bottle and put some old cloth for a wick through the lid and use it for a lamp. Of course it was not fuel efficient with excess smoke and one cant raise the wick as it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But power cuts were always interesting as the neighbors would all come to our house and we would sit outside in the "thinnai'. Play word games, talk about the last movie we saw in detail. Count the stars. Enjoy the summer breeze. All in all I would regret when the power came back, as everyone would go back to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But slowly things did change in our village and we got the first TV in our neighborhood. So Sundays meant having atleast couple of dozen people from the near and far neighborhood descending to our house to watch the Sunday Tamil movie. It used to be a mini mela. My sister cursing the TV as she cant prepare of the board exams and power cut was a blessing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there were days when all of us wanted to watch the movie and a fault on friday evening near our house meant no one would attend it till Monday. No way to raise a complaint as we didn't have phones and we had to walk about 4 kms to the electricity office. Me and my friend were desperate to see that week movie and we did walk down to the EB office on one such Saturday, but the lineman simply refused to attend the problem till Monday. We were heart broken, as we missed the weekly movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were no better when we moved to Madras in the early 90s. It just got worse. Power cut meant no fans, which never bothered me in our village. It was worse with the mosquitoes singing into our ears and hurting us by biting for our anemic blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today life is relatively better, with inverters, power cut is not something my son feels much about. But, still there are villages whch have 12 hours powercut during summer or even no power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life goes on, I found this site &lt;a href="http://www.thrive.in/index.htm"&gt;http://www.thrive.in/index.htm&lt;/a&gt; with some intresting actions happening, in case you want to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3674700235694938345?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3674700235694938345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3674700235694938345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3674700235694938345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3674700235694938345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-cuts.html' title='Power Cuts'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1356875533536015493</id><published>2008-06-21T22:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:41:42.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><title type='text'>Its tough to be GOD</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; movies is Bruce Almighty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Isnt&lt;/span&gt; it tough to be GOD. So many wishes and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seeing a bill board ad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makeri&lt;/span&gt; circle. It was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kanada&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't read it. But I knew what the ad was about. There is some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt; in the Palace at the palace grounds tomorrow for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tirupati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Venkateshwara&lt;/span&gt; swami. I came to know of it from my Uncle and Aunt who got free pass for it. The best part was, they got the passes from a total stranger. So they feel God has blessed them in some way. I too think so, else why would a stranger give then passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not the most perfect humans and I have been having many complaints about them. But, I am sure they have been lucky and GOD choose to listen to them, in the little time he has, which he shares with the 6 billion humans and millions of other creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I think he can manage this only because he comes in several forms, like Vishnu, Siva, Krishna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Durga&lt;/span&gt;, Lakshmi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saraswathi&lt;/span&gt;, Father of Christ, Allah etc. I really appreciate that we Hindus were able to assign different responsibilities to diff rent deities, making life marginally easy for our dear god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as these thoughts kept popping in my mind, my unease I had since last week has vanished and I kind of got a hang on what to do next in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;. Well GOD was listening to me too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear there is a sequel coming for Bruce Almighty, but no Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; in it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; that's a bit disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1356875533536015493?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1356875533536015493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1356875533536015493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1356875533536015493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1356875533536015493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-tough-to-be-god.html' title='Its tough to be GOD'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1480367590317360502</id><published>2008-06-21T16:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:28:07.308+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I guess everyone has dreams that repeat time to time. There has been dreams that have made me so happy and have left my spirits high for several days, as a kid. Today I no longer get such dreams. There is one type of dream that I always love. A dream where I am visiting temple. I hardly go to temple. May be once or twice a year. I believe god lives in each one of us and connecting to him is possible at any time. Though visiting temples is always a very comforting feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, when I had a dream where I was in a temple and as usual I was able to get a glimpse of the murthy, I was quite elated. The next day when I remembered the dream I felt positive and good. But, in reality I am going through not so great situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dint like the party on Thursday. I dint feel like myself, and then when I reached home Mahesha shared a news that resurfaced some long forgotten dream, a dream that was not from my sleep, but a longing , a day dream. When you start your own family, many such dreams are buried deep and forgotten. Many compromises are made to have a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled when Mahesha shared a news and all those long forgotten dream resurfaced, and only to be short lived. Since then I am so unsettled. Praying to God to give me the strength to move on with life. Last night I had a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if some one can interpret this, my house was burning, looks like I set it on fire to escape from something, but the fire became so huge and beyond my control I was so worried for my valubles, and there was no way for us to escape and I couldn't find my son. By the time I am so exhausted and I see a huge fire engine dozing the fire in my neighbours apartment and not paying any attention to my screams. Then I am busy looking for something valuable to take when I escape and I cant decide what it is. I don't want the fire engine to putout the fire and wet my home, my documents !! Finally the fire dies. My house is intact and I am upset that the fire department may say my house is not in a condition to live and I am so upset about loosing my house though it still looks sturdy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm wonder what this means???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1480367590317360502?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1480367590317360502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1480367590317360502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1480367590317360502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1480367590317360502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-9144688825981166405</id><published>2008-06-12T20:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:34:34.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Its been 4 months since I left my job. Just thinking on what I have achieved since then...Its very difficult to crystallize and pin point on what I have achieved. But, I have certainly been thru a lot of emotions.  Before it was always about me, my carrier and I did what I felt was the right thing to do to keep it going. My family and friends were always after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now things have changed. Giving time to aadi, especially his summer hols spent in US was good. Not perfect but better than the normal days. Ideally I wanted him to make more friends and move around and become a better people person. But, what ever happened in reality was also good. Now I have a long list of places to visit with him. Both, at home and abroad.  I just pray to god, that we can do some of it, if not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been more peaceful since I left my job. The biggest surprise of all has been the emotions that I am reading from everyone I meet. It’s like walking on Razors edge. The minute I stopped looking at just me &amp;amp; my ambition and started looking at how things are around me, it has been a overwhelming set of emotions. I find it hard to stay detached and play a fair game. When to get involved and when to detach, its a huge question and i find it difficult always. One big learning, YOU CANT MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom to choose and whom to drop (including my own self) has been very difficult. Like this morning discussion with a dear friend was difficult. And the degree of stubbornness (I donno if there is a word like that) I see in lot of people around me...it makes me wonder why am I the way I am?? But all these have taught me couple of more lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH IS WEALTH.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER BURN YOUR BRIDGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...so many random thoughts are popping up in my mind. I need to find answer to one BIG question in my mind.  WHAT NEXT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God show me the path....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-9144688825981166405?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/9144688825981166405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=9144688825981166405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9144688825981166405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/9144688825981166405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/06/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-6712283675491442947</id><published>2008-06-11T12:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:11:04.432+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Getting back home has been really good. Aadi is still sleeping..He may have tough time getting to school tomorrow. I am also not in best of my spirits..hope I can stay awake thru the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, last 45 days have been a real roller coaster of emotions and expierences. I enjoyed all the outings we had. Atlanta, Niagara and Orlando were great. Hospital was the worst. But I guess we need a low for a high. Life can't be all good things, how else can we learn to appreciate the good things in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has made me stronger person in some way. Guess have to get back to work from Friday. Hope it can wait till Monday. My mind is clutter with a long list of To Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to take time to get things in order.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-6712283675491442947?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/6712283675491442947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=6712283675491442947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6712283675491442947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6712283675491442947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-6474867690619223461</id><published>2008-06-04T20:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:14:57.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orlando'/><title type='text'>Getting Back</title><content type='html'>4 more days to get back home...I am looking forward to it. It is going to get very busy. Aadi school starts. &lt;a href="http://www.leafsol.com/"&gt;Leafsol &lt;/a&gt;work will start. Renu will be gone. Need to bring the new one upto speed. But I am sure I will like all this better, being back at home after a long time will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant belive its been a week since Mahesha went back. The long drive from Orlando to Atlanta was very good. It reminded me our SFO trip. This is better than that, with aadi around and minus Kamal Prasad, this trip was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we had more time, but the short ones make it more special and memorable. The Spiderman ride was something I wanted aadi to experience. Going twice on the ride was fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to remember from my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Universal Combo tkt purchase...that Indian lady was right in pursuing me to buy two park tkt.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Woody woodpecker ride with aadi. Just found out that aadi loves rides.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting on ET ride with aadi and watching Barney live show.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing ourselves on the screen during the earthqauke show.&lt;br /&gt;5. Time spent in Adventure Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Magic kingdom &amp;amp; Animal Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mickey philharmagic 3D show was too good - we watched twice&lt;br /&gt;2. Pirates of Carribian&lt;br /&gt;3. Winnie the Pooh ride - (with aadi's restroom episode)&lt;br /&gt;4. Its tough to be a bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight was the night parade and the fireworks. I am happy that Mahesha insisted that we stay for the fireworks. Eveyone loved it. It was good we went on Saturday, they were open till midnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Kingdom was so so after Magic kingdom. But the tree of life was done very well. I immediately remembered the picture bhuvana sent. It was the same tree , saying it is a natural tree in India!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole the 3 days was quite memorable, inspite of all hardships...mahesha missing connecting flight. My uncle and aunt not able to match our pace. HOT HOT sun...everything fades away and I just remember the great time me, aadi and Mahesha had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would live to do more of this. Atleast one vacation per year. Even if it is in India. 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4590082464388066672</id><published>2008-05-27T00:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:22:39.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Disney and Universal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ9J6pFDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6gPEQVRLJ6c/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772437176685618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ9J6pFDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6gPEQVRLJ6c/s200/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ9p6pFEI/AAAAAAAAADY/08G9h74XSEw/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772445766620226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ9p6pFEI/AAAAAAAAADY/08G9h74XSEw/s200/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ956pFFI/AAAAAAAAADg/zjtyzfdewiM/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772450061587538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ956pFFI/AAAAAAAAADg/zjtyzfdewiM/s200/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ-p6pFGI/AAAAAAAAADo/7m0ZzW9v79w/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772462946489442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ-p6pFGI/AAAAAAAAADo/7m0ZzW9v79w/s200/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4590082464388066672?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4590082464388066672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4590082464388066672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4590082464388066672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4590082464388066672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-and-universal.html' title='Disney and Universal'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SDsQ9J6pFDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6gPEQVRLJ6c/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1818815720132154431</id><published>2008-05-20T09:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:25:53.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='startup'/><title type='text'>My little venture</title><content type='html'>As I am travelling in a far away land&lt;br /&gt;My little dream is shaping up in my home land&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and sad all at a time&lt;br /&gt;Happy the dream is up and fine&lt;br /&gt;Sad  it is, as suddenly it is no more mine&lt;br /&gt;Its happening and I dont even know&lt;br /&gt;Should I worry 'n cry or smile 'n laugh...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my dear friend !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1818815720132154431?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1818815720132154431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1818815720132154431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1818815720132154431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1818815720132154431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-little-venture.html' title='My little venture'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2644307403310228816</id><published>2008-05-14T01:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:15:41.099+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niagara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>The Amazing Niagara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn69spsVpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KN9Dv8Cr9es/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199963182640944786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn69spsVpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KN9Dv8Cr9es/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn6-spsVqI/AAAAAAAAADA/kHuhg70Rqb4/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199963199820813986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn6-spsVqI/AAAAAAAAADA/kHuhg70Rqb4/s200/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn6-8psVrI/AAAAAAAAADI/HXTpOH3LTso/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199963204115781298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn6-8psVrI/AAAAAAAAADI/HXTpOH3LTso/s200/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one trip I would remember for several reasons, the foremost ofcourse is the beautful and amazing Niagara...I dint know that Niagara was a falls on a strait between two lakes. I always thought lakes were one big pool of water and never imagined that two lakes can be connected through one of the biggest falls in the world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aadi enjoyed the trip most...And I fell sick after my retun, guess the water dint suit me ;). So, had to delay my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was quite eventful. When we left from Atlanta, delta had overbooked seats so we were on seat request. I dont understand this funda. We were on tenterhooks till the last moment and finally a old couple were ready to take the delta offer and dint board and we got onto to the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Buffalo we missed our motel sign and had to roam around for almost an hour to find it. With all these misadventures we decided to make most on day1 and be as early as possible on day2 at the airport...we dint want to miss our flight back, with my sis alone in atlanta and the Tornado warnings, meant we need to reach home as soon as possible. But, this meant 6 hrs of waiting at the airport. Just before we were to get onto our flight, there was an announcement about security breach and we had to go thru the security check all over again and thus delaying our flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all this hardship does fade away when I think of the magnificient Niagara. I could have planned better by taking Canadian Visa. The view is great when you face the falls than when you are behind the falls (obviously). I liked the view when we were on the maid of the mist ride, I can imagine how Canada gets to make more money by selling the beauty that is on American side..so ironical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole it is worthful to visit Niagara. With limited budget I cudn't make to NY city. Hoping there is another day, another trip. Looking forward to Orlando trip, next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2644307403310228816?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2644307403310228816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2644307403310228816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2644307403310228816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2644307403310228816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazing-niagara.html' title='The Amazing Niagara...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCn69spsVpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KN9Dv8Cr9es/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4314271173343866972</id><published>2008-05-08T06:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:30:41.385+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Home Sick...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why I am feeling this way..Guess I am home sick.....I miss my house... miss Mahesha..and my freedom to step out of the house in my own terms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4314271173343866972?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4314271173343866972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4314271173343866972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4314271173343866972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4314271173343866972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3450731485003715445</id><published>2008-05-06T20:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:48:39.384+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Great weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dAHjiyI/AAAAAAAAACg/_l4EZW5aHGo/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197282011582270242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dAHjiyI/AAAAAAAAACg/_l4EZW5aHGo/s200/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dQHjizI/AAAAAAAAACo/kTtuLrsDFiE/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197282015877237554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dQHjizI/AAAAAAAAACo/kTtuLrsDFiE/s200/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dwHji0I/AAAAAAAAACw/YteUcrtjqTQ/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197282024467172162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dwHji0I/AAAAAAAAACw/YteUcrtjqTQ/s200/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful weekend ... I had been to world of coke and Ruby falls before. But, the experience is really different when I went to these places with aadi. The world of coke had been completely redone since I went and the 4-D show was great. Aadi was scared and happy to be there. Though he doesn't like coke, it was nice to go there and see stuff. I couldnt get the teddy with coke, I wanted to but for Nisha :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening B'day party was also good. Meeting more Indians is a nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta aquarium is very good. I always wanted to see a penguin for real and was happy to see them. Aadi loved them and was happy to see the Jelly fish and all other sea animals he learnt last year at school. Wish we had something so impressive in B'lore. Raj bava was amused by the words vade mudhe ... aadi said after the 4-D show the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby falls trip was very interesting for aadi. Going down a cave is something I wanted him to experience. He was a bit scared to see the complete darkness down under, just then the lights were switched on and the falls was impressive, though incomparable to what we plan to see this weekend, the Niagara, ofcourse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3450731485003715445?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3450731485003715445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3450731485003715445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3450731485003715445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3450731485003715445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-weekend.html' title='Great weekend...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SCB0dAHjiyI/AAAAAAAAACg/_l4EZW5aHGo/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2557471524060040885</id><published>2008-05-02T17:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:08:33.983+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Fun at Home...</title><content type='html'>Ok, my highly adaptable son is having MAX fun at home. He has played umpteen India Vs Australia matches and obviously India has won. And of late  US has started playing  cricket too.  Guess it is  IPL style, so it is Bangalore Vs NY. And again it is Blr that always wins. Curiously, when Blr is batting it scores so many 6s. But, when it is NY they get duck out :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damages till date, One screen rod is down. Not sure what the expense will be to get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing he loves is to collect mail from the mail box and stand in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing is he has a fixed TV time. From 1 to 3 pm. There  are some lovely educative programs  on PBS kids. He likes word power, in between lions, super readers. All teach spelling, and it is right for his age. I like the US gov program "No child left behind". So he has his routine set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing we did yesterday was to visit the play area and the pool. He cant get into the pool yet as the weather is cold. But the play area was decent. Wish it has sand instead of those wooden pieces. I don't understand the Kunjoosi-ness of these US builders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, highlight of yesterday was, I drove the car at close to 0 Km/hr, from the play area to our house. Man, I would love to drive. Thatz one thing I love, but too timid to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2557471524060040885?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2557471524060040885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2557471524060040885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2557471524060040885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2557471524060040885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-at-home.html' title='Fun at Home...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1325418551624437492</id><published>2008-05-01T20:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:47:26.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>I am still settling and aadi has been cool. No jet lag. He is not WOWed by US of A. Guess two reasons. One, everything is new experience for him, being a six year old. He does recognise a few diffrences, but not wowed yet at anything. Second, bangalore has most of the wow factors already. Unlike 10 years back today Bangalore can fit into any of the US cities easily, except for the roads. Aadi is not happy with the weather and so am I. Hate such cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made hot idlis today...felt at home. Except I was in no mood for chutney so substituted with ketchup. Aadi is such a sweet kid. He is so easy to manage. Does not bother me. Except the wooden floor, which makes his running around a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses in US are strange. I dont understand the reason for wooden houses. I think,  brick and mortor can hold the tornados and winter weather better than these houses. I want to venture towards the play area today, else aadi will be bored. I dont want such a high spend vacation without any fun. Week end plan, go to Ruby falls, stone mountain park, aquarium and downtown. Hope the weather cooperates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my digital cam stuff to download. Hope will get some good shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1325418551624437492?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1325418551624437492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1325418551624437492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1325418551624437492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1325418551624437492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-957509083038135204</id><published>2008-04-27T07:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:29:22.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Switching gears...</title><content type='html'>I am in anticipation of the possiblities for next 36 hours. I think I am a dare devil in many ways...otherwise why will I do this trip. I like the US of A, for many reasons. I fell in love with that place 10 years back and also fell in love with Mahesha, thanks to US of A...I will never forget the magic of Lake Tahoe. So I have all the reasons to like that country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the 24 hr journey, it is not what I like. The cramped economy class seats...nothing to look forward. Plane journey is nothing but those trips I used to have from my home to eCity in BMTC bus, but, multiplied 12 times. When it is that bad, why do I do it. Plus the current situation I am in. The Pain killers are marginally helping, but I dont think I can lift any weight. Plus my big list of fears and phobias and motion sickness. Going with a 6 year old is such a huge responsibility. hmmm I am a dare devil. I read somewhere that the only way to get rid of some fears is by facing it! Spending 1.5 lacs for that, is it foolishness??? No answers are going to help. I am in a mood for  some dare devilry :))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will write all about it in after about 48 hrs !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-957509083038135204?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/957509083038135204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=957509083038135204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/957509083038135204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/957509083038135204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/switching-gears.html' title='Switching gears...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5859867835150760391</id><published>2008-04-26T22:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:30:23.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Open book...</title><content type='html'>OK..I am still very negative about certain things happening in my life..this is in continuation to my blog on "Right to talk". As a kid I strongly believed in my life being an open book. No secrets and no lies. Me being (lazy) me, and with poor memory retention, I always found it difficult to remember what story I spun and to whom, especially after that big one I told to my mom (I will never forget the after effects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this stand that I will be an open book. No secrets and no lies. O M G it is so difficult to do that today in a grown up life. Essential truth (not necessarily lies) are required, to make your kid happy, your in-laws happy, your parents happy and most important of all,to keep one self happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of late this has gone to certain level in my life, that I distrust many in my circle. Rita told me today, that I start with distrust in every relationship. May be because of what I have gone thru in the adult life in last 1o years, I have such an attitude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are these other individuals who claim to be simple and gullible and then protecting everything about their inner selves. I am led to the conflict of developing trust with the limited, outer self I know about these individuals or destructing the consciously hidden outer self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I know I will never know anyone for what they are and need to learn to live with the limited knowledge of the outer self and also learn, at what point I need to scratch the surface and see into an inner self of a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5859867835150760391?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5859867835150760391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5859867835150760391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5859867835150760391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5859867835150760391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/open-book.html' title='Open book...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5799160371802698956</id><published>2008-04-23T09:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:22:58.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The right to talk....</title><content type='html'>When ever I see an American movie, one thing that catches my attention is the rights that are read out when someone is arrested. The right to remain silent. In India one of the fundamental rights is right to talk / express our opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid when I had a fight with a classmate the right I always exercised is the "right to remain silent". And in my eyes the other party looses their right "to express their opinion". It has continued till date. If some one has hurt me, then the first right they loose is the right to speak with me, until they have apologised for what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, relationships become more complicated and does not come in vanilla flavour, and these rules change. But, it hurts , it hurts when some one thinks they have all the liberty to talk, when they have hurt me with their silence in the first place. Not only talk but further hurt my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... thinking hard on how do I break this chain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5799160371802698956?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5799160371802698956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5799160371802698956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5799160371802698956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5799160371802698956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/right-to-talk.html' title='The right to talk....'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4467819830738247103</id><published>2008-04-17T23:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:30:24.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrepreneur'/><title type='text'>Being an entrepreneur</title><content type='html'>As I continue to think about the possible business to get in, multiple questions keep poping up in my mind. One of them is "What does it take to be an Entrepreneur". One of my friends keep telling me that she is not an entrepreneur material (?!). Then there is another school of thought that only the hybrid of techie + management material can succeed if you want to be an entrepreneur in IT field. Well my feeling is&lt;br /&gt;1. Should be able to multi task&lt;br /&gt;2. Have more risk appetite than average human being&lt;br /&gt;3. Perseverence&lt;br /&gt;4. Trust in your self and your partners (I do not mean faith).&lt;br /&gt;5. Thick skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are some of the traits we need and these can be cultivated and not necessary to be born with. Not all can be born in a baniya family to run a profitable business. And not all need to be a techie to invent something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest invention of mankind is Time, and how to measure time. Fire was a great discovery, where as time was invented by Human. And this was invented in all parts of the world. We measured time diffrently in different parts of the world; in Kannada and Tamil we measure it in Jama / Jamam and is in different measures in different parts of India and has evolved beautifully into calendars and astrology and various art and science form. Though human life has been impacted hugely by this invention I am not sure how techie was the guy (gender neutral) who invented it or it was used in a Business sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine in some ???? BC&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Cave Man's Daughter: Mamma, why is papa not at home?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It is morning. Papa has gone to get food.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: When will he come?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: When you feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Day2:&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Mamma, when do I get hungry&lt;br /&gt;Mom: When your papa comes home&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: When will papa come?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : When the sun is on top of your head. (vola mom started to measure time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Daughter grew up and became a mom herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Son, I am going to get collect some firewood will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;Son: When will you come?&lt;br /&gt;mom: When the tree shadow comes near the cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they soon started to improvise time measurement ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great ideas can come from any conversation...Just need to keep eyes and ears open and willing to experiment. There is no right or one way to define what it takes to be a entrepreneur. But if we stop being alert, stop dreaming and and stop chasing the dreams, then one can forget the word Entrepreneur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4467819830738247103?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4467819830738247103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4467819830738247103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4467819830738247103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4467819830738247103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-entrepreneur.html' title='Being an entrepreneur'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1398271540933022567</id><published>2008-04-12T22:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:59:43.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Krazzy 4</title><content type='html'>I dont know why I keep doing this again and agian...I went to see another Hindi Movie..Comedie genre. Hoping for some humor. I am not sure who is crazy here. Must be me who spent 750 bucks for a multiplex family expirence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily count the number of times I would have laughed. Very few witty lines and a overkill of using national anthem. We were good citizens when they played the anthem in the beginning, but, half the theatre refused to get up when the anthem was played in between. First, the theatre was still settling from the interval. My lap was filled with all eatables, including the ones aadi dumped on my lap so he can stand for the anthem. I was left feeling guilty for not standing up. I kept cursing who ever thought of that plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saving grace was the Jackson style dress that SRK had and his mega screen presence for the three min he was on. I am not an ardent fan of SRK, but felt his screen presence after all that krazzy stuff. I was thankful that the movie got over. The mini dance by Hrithik was not good enuf to boost our morale. Me and Mahesha finally decided enuf of this....tilll the next time we go krazzzzzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1398271540933022567?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1398271540933022567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1398271540933022567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1398271540933022567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1398271540933022567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/krazzy-4.html' title='Krazzy 4'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4801453171076285537</id><published>2008-04-09T17:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:33:21.180+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>humor me</title><content type='html'>Humor...the most toughest emotion. As a kid we are born crying and it is so easy to slip into that emotion through out our life. Humor we learn as we grow and is a difficult emotion. But it is a contageous emotion. I started watching many of the English sitcoms. The very first one that I watched during ther DD days was Yes minister. I couldnt follow a word in it. But I smiled every time there was this group laughter. Before we knew, the style had caught up with the DD serials. The first one I remember  was Dhek bhai Dhek which used to come in DD metro. Those were the days were cable TV had just started but it was a big NO in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch this reality show called last comedian standing. It is difficult to follow thier humor. But, I do love watching the reruns of Friends, Sienfeild, Fraser and other such sitcoms. Humor has no borders, no age and it will be a hit any day,  if it is clean and good. Evidence TuTu Mein Mein, Crazy Mohan show in Tamil and the host of malyalam movies remade in Hindi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whay say? Can you Humor me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4801453171076285537?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4801453171076285537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4801453171076285537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4801453171076285537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4801453171076285537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/humor-me.html' title='humor me'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3271128106463259611</id><published>2008-04-03T00:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:38:34.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='startup'/><title type='text'>My Dreams.. My life...</title><content type='html'>I had a nice long chat with a good friend of mine yesterday. It is helping me chase my dream to be a entrepreneur , I want to refine my dream and say I want to be a successful entrepreneur one day. I know I have to start today. Stop fearing and start doing. It is not like I am sure if i have is right big idea that I should chase, will I have the right set of people to support me etc. The last three to four months there have been lot of ideas that have been floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, finding this site &lt;a href="http://onstartups.com/"&gt;http://onstartups.com/&lt;/a&gt; on start up cleared a lot of things for me mentally &lt;a href="http://blog.proto.in/2008/02/23/startups-do-fail-whats-new/"&gt;http://blog.proto.in/2008/02/23/startups-do-fail-whats-new/&lt;/a&gt; is another good one. I am sure I want to be a entrepreneur and also a successful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to attempt climbing this mountain than just being a salaried IT professional. Hope god, family and my friends are with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3271128106463259611?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3271128106463259611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3271128106463259611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3271128106463259611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3271128106463259611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dreams-my-life.html' title='My Dreams.. My life...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5564802686018369825</id><published>2008-04-01T09:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:52:09.939+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back after the whrilwind tour. A lot happened in just less than 78 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chennai has not changed much in 8 years. I was intially surprised to see that there is no MALL culture in Chennai. But later it all made sense. In place where Saravana Stores is a cultural symbol, it will be difficult to have Forums and Garuda. I also liked the fact that the anna salai stretch dint have mordern glass buildings. It was a refreshing sight in comparison to our MG Road, where all hertigae buildings like hotel Victoria, Cavery Jn are now replaced with mordern steel and glass buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aslo, another good thing was seeing Mahesha away from his computer. He was relaxed &amp;amp; took care of everything. With my tension rising all the time it was great to see him cool. Aadi loved the beach. He would have played there all day. Next time, any beach trip, I should plan better so that aadi gets all the time he wants in water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed a few things this time in Chennai. Couldn't take the Suburban Train. That's one thing aadi should experience. Hoping there will be another time in Chennai, when we will take the train. The other thing I missed was T-Nagar and Ranganathan St shopping. I saw my college campus, from outside. Would have been nice to get inside and show aadi where I studied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I will really cherish from the trip is the autograph I got from PBS. He was really sweet and also gave us a picture oppurtunity with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R_G3_-YMj2I/AAAAAAAAABw/9gQzjPoYnBM/s1600-h/31032008338+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184126955784277858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R_G3_-YMj2I/AAAAAAAAABw/9gQzjPoYnBM/s200/31032008338+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5564802686018369825?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5564802686018369825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5564802686018369825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5564802686018369825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5564802686018369825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/04/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R_G3_-YMj2I/AAAAAAAAABw/9gQzjPoYnBM/s72-c/31032008338+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-4211270354195680555</id><published>2008-03-26T14:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:13:36.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>taking a break...</title><content type='html'>I am currently on tenterhooks in anticipation of my trip to Chennai. Praying hard that I dont get a heart attack ;). Never felt this way before. Joyish , Rita pray hard that I keep my cool and dont get into self inflicted stress and misery. I know what my problem is. It is so difficult to get some work done from someone whom you are not confident with. Hoping aadi gets to see the beach. I am sure he will enjoy  the over night train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-4211270354195680555?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4211270354195680555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=4211270354195680555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4211270354195680555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/4211270354195680555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/taking-break.html' title='taking a break...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-14066736764471090</id><published>2008-03-24T07:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:04:03.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Race ..to where?</title><content type='html'>After Jodha Akbar my hopes on hindi movie increased and I agreed to go for Race with Mahesha and Aadi. Aadi was expecting some great car chases and started asking for the cars from scene 1. He was temporarily satisfied when he saw some horses race, but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was still trying to figure out what the movie was about, I asked Mahesha about the newspaper rating and he said it was 31/2 stars. So I kept my hopes alive. The movie had everything that seems to sell nowadays with our crowd. I dont remember a single song that I may hum after the movie. With skin show abondon, I realised it was time I do not bring aadi to A rated movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bored that there were too many songs ..after vantage point the previous day the contrast effect was evident on all three of us. Both movies has twists in the tale but in Race I wasnt sure even sure if I wanted to sit till the end. Why glorify crime to this extent. Just because the movie is set outside India doesnt mean they can glorify crime &amp;amp; show that police officers are easy to bribe and insurance money is up for cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess somewhere the director or producer or somebody was feeling responsible. They could not tell that the elder brother was ready to kill the younger one and they inserted a dialog saying I never planted any bomb on his car and he got killed himself blah blah blah...guess they needed a saving grace somewhere. Just because hollywood movies like oceans 11 glorify crime does not mean we do movies like Race, where there is no class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully aadi got a bit of car chase at the end of the movie. He was confused if he liked the movie or not. But I am sure this movie will sell. But people like me will be wondering in the theatre what did they expect from such a movie...Moral of the story...crime and skin sell here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-14066736764471090?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/14066736764471090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=14066736764471090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/14066736764471090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/14066736764471090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-to-where.html' title='Race ..to where?'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5667895632757200900</id><published>2008-03-23T08:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:35:10.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holi'/><title type='text'>Holi day...</title><content type='html'>Happy Holi to one and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a better holi or a holiday than yesterday.I should express my heartfelt thanks to Diya &amp;amp; her parents. Aadi loved drenching himself in color and I cud let him do that without me getting annoyed about the colors. I dont like playing holi, but dint want aadi to stop having fun. He was amused at the water filled ballons, loved the pitchkaari and the pink roughe on his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhaval's tea was excellent. I have one more source to help better my culinary skills. Rita you can also setup a chai ka dhukan if IT industry has problems :)...or may be that multi floored mall of yours can have a floor for food court with Dhaval's outlet. But, guess no icecreams will be available on that floor for customers...The King size Banana chocolate fudge was yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never filled my tummy so full in a single day, Dosa, icecream&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and coffee, tender coconut, popcorn and ohhh...my stomoch is hurting just by listing all the stuff. I need to run, run and run to burn the calories. May be I will keep it as a souvienir of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mahesha &amp;amp; I thoroughly loved the movie, the long drive, the company and everthing...A perfect holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5667895632757200900?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5667895632757200900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5667895632757200900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5667895632757200900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5667895632757200900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/holi-day.html' title='Holi day...'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1891485628017853736</id><published>2008-03-21T11:25:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:07:39.435+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>The sound of silence</title><content type='html'>For last two days I have been going to bed pretty late...The slight drizzle thatz been on has made the Bangalore weather beautiful. Not too much sun and not too much cold. The perfect Bangalore weather. Something I always love at Bangalore. Normally when I am working late I have my TV on for company but yesterday I had not; with the fan off and no major sound around I heard the silence, the absolute silence of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just steped out to see the night sky from my balcony. At 1 am... it was fantastic. With the moon right on top of my head, couple of clouds moving away in a hurry to find their friends and a big night bird / bat flying in the sky to get some fruits, the 3 bright stars near the moon ... It was a almost perfect night, except I was reminded that I stayed in a city when I heard a water pump motor buzzing somewhere and the street lights filling the streets with their yellow beams to compete with cool white light from the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole I was struck by the beauty of the night sky. I was reminded of the other long due little something I wanted to do. I need to get a telescope soon...I see that my son also loves to know all about the planets, I guess the night sky is something I and my son can explore togther...and also hear the sound of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1891485628017853736?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1891485628017853736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1891485628017853736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1891485628017853736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1891485628017853736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/sound-of-silence.html' title='The sound of silence'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-2947790475414836298</id><published>2008-03-19T07:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:08:07.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aadi'/><title type='text'>Story Time - Quality Time</title><content type='html'>There is one thing that has become better since I quit my job, that is the "Quality time" that I and my son spend with each other. I know Ranjani hates this phrase. But I still want to use it ;). The time I spend with aadi goes in doing similar things as before , but the Quality has improved a lot. Like normal kids Aadi hates the Home Work time and loooves story time. He is eager to go to bed as he can listen to some crap that I spin everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.saffrontree.org/"&gt;Saffron tree&lt;/a&gt; I get leeds for my own stories. I have this starting trouble on my story line and Saffron tree helps me with a beginning. My son had heard my version of Tops and Bottoms, The relatives came and some others. I spice it up to his taste as there are no visuals for him from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the best, I din know where to start (as usual) and aadi is learning about names in his school. So we started of saying "ondhu oorali ondhu hudaga idha" (There was a boy in a town) and I dint know what to name that boy and called him dumbu dimbu dumbo. My son caught me immediately and said dumbo is a bad word and forced me to drop it from the name. Then we slowly moved to a paddy field and from there I had a choice to go either into "Alice in wonderland" or into "Wizard of Oz". I chose the later and my son went laughing to the bed, He loves scare crow and Tin Man and also all the vegetables I added to the story. I donno if the original wud have made him laugh so much. We learnt a lot about vegetables :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is I can wake up my son in the morning by reminding him the story from previous night and he is out of the bed in a Jiffy. No more struggles to pull him from the bed. Its a win win for both of us. Our time together has indeed become quality time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-2947790475414836298?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/2947790475414836298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=2947790475414836298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2947790475414836298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/2947790475414836298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-time-quality-time.html' title='Story Time - Quality Time'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3563019863253431163</id><published>2008-03-17T09:59:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:08:54.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><content type='html'>The last few years I have seen this place change from bad to good to great. The first time I visited here, I hated it. Those were the days when I used to love the "&lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt;" Indira Nagar. I came here to visit a relative and the main road was nothing but a mud road and all colored &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED. &lt;/span&gt;With lot of slush from the rain, the place was a mess. By the time we reached this place all my energy was drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it as a newly wed I had to be put on a forceful smile all the time. I was feeling like a fish out of water. Slowly Banglore has changed and today being on the road for 2 to 2.5 hrs a day is normal. We bangaloreans are a brave lot. We have learnt how to enjoy the traffic (we get to use it as an excuse evertime we are late for meetings :) ) and love the crowded malls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know how to catch a good seat in the McDonald or Transit or the KFC and get a bite of the fav snack. Watch the fantasitic first day shows in the multiplex. With limited recreation we have become quite innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best of the lot is coffee shops. Our favourite family hangout is the crossword book shop on Residency Road. All three of us love it for different reasons. Aadi loves it the most for the Coffee Day attached to it. He even calls the place as coffee day book shop. He loves the Croissants there..yummy. Mahesha ofcourse loves the place for books &amp;amp; the coffee to go with it and I like the place for its ambience. A nice way to get lost in the books &amp;amp; music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I just stepped out of my house and what I get to see is a nicely decked up new Cafe Coffee Day outlet, just 2 minutes walk from my house. I was thrilled. Not that i am a great coffee buff. But having a cafe coffee day, means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;1. We need not brave the traffic to go to a decent hang out&lt;br /&gt;2. Mahesha can get his cappuccino when ever he needs one&lt;br /&gt;3. My son would be thrilled to have his fav coffee day next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important of all, it shows "my part of the city" has arrived and it is not that sleepy place with muddy roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this place, more than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3563019863253431163?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3563019863253431163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3563019863253431163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3563019863253431163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3563019863253431163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/sanjaynagar-arrives.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5594803312847542548</id><published>2008-03-14T17:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:09:44.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>Attitudes</title><content type='html'>Today has been bad from the start. In a way it started late last night. I tried booking an appointment online and it was not getting completed. Tried several times and failed, same story this morning. I was getting impatient. Calling up the help desk dint help either and I was asked to visit their office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between I was tracking the staus of another transaction I am doing and that is also flagged red. I lost my cool. Then I checked one of my grades that got released today and was totally disappointed. With this mindset I left to infantry road to get help for online appointment. My frustration was reaching its peak and I kept repeating to myself to keep cool. The help I could get on reaching the infantry road office is that they cant help and I should visit a cyber cafe to complete my transaction. It blew my fuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was waiting to pounce on anyone who I can..so it was the autowala and the cybercafe lady. I kept reminding it is no fault of theirs and it was just destiny. Finally at the cyber cafe my appointment got done &amp;amp; I felt marginally better. Then came the train booking...another fiasco. My money has been deducted but no ticket. I decided it was heights and I need someone to vent it out. The only one I could think of was my mom. Someone I can always bank on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt much better after our talk and then decided to give a break to everything and went for a nap. When I woke up I had regained my senses and thought I need to get control of the situation, I cant loose a beautiful day on these silly things. So I have drawn an action plan to take care of my pending issues and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is as bad or as good depending on our attitude towards it. If we cant take control of a situation mentally it takes control on us. I am reminded of a story I once read in chandamama as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karna was Krishna's favourite even though he took to the side of the Pandavas in reality. Yudhishtra &amp;amp; Arjuna were not happy about this. They asked Krishna why he liked Karna better. He told them it was because of his attitue, his virtue and the large heart with which he served the needy. Arjuna was not convinced. So Krishna turned two mountains into mountain of gold and asked arjuna to distribute it before sunset to anyone who needs. It was late in the evening when Krishna met Arjuna and he had hardly distributed any, as he was busy digging it into portions and distrbuting it to people who came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna asked Karna to do the same task and two men came across to Karna asking help and he distributed each one a mountain. And lo in a second the task was DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can agree or disagree about what Karna did, but his attitute sets him a class apart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5594803312847542548?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5594803312847542548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5594803312847542548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5594803312847542548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5594803312847542548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/attitudes.html' title='Attitudes'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8897304866328549723</id><published>2008-03-11T16:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:31:21.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that I always loved...I think it more relvant than ever to me and many of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this @ &lt;a href="http://www.swarthmore.edu/~apreset1/docs/if.html"&gt;http://www.swarthmore.edu/~apreset1/docs/if.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[IF]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8897304866328549723?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8897304866328549723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8897304866328549723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8897304866328549723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8897304866328549723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-3987242903446705506</id><published>2008-03-11T07:51:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:11:51.113+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me myself'/><title type='text'>My lost dollar</title><content type='html'>I used to love my langauage classes during school days. Both English and Tamil. Especially the poetry sections. Not the grammer, like any other 'normal' student. The english text book was put together in such a way that both English Medium and Tamil Medium students can learn it without much of a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few lessons that I still remember from my middle school days. One of them that left a deep mark in me was titled 'My lost dollar', if memory servers right, it was taken from the works of Stephen Leacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is in first person and it is all about ONE dollar. Our hero has lent a dollar to his friend to pay for taxi, as he travelles to some other place and he expects that his friend to return this. He receives a letter from friend on his arrival to the new place. Now our hero is all eager to get back his One dollar and sees 100 mentioned in the letter..but only about the temperature in this new place. Once the friend returns he continues to think that he should get back that one dollar. But this doesnt happen and he is sure to remember his friend for his life, if not for anything but for the lost dollar. The narration was really funny and I loved this lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to time this short story pops up in my mind. When I borrow money and I forget for long, and if my friends remind me... I keep thinking if my friends would remember me as a person to whom they lost x rupees..i hate that thought..nay i dont want to be tagged that way :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is another place when I get to remember this. When I feel I am cheated ..."trivial but important to me". Oflate this has been happening to me too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my doodh wala ran away leaving 160 rupees worth of milk coupons which are no use now...it feels like lost dollar , actually lost 4 dollars. Then my iron-wala dint return change and he owed me 60 rupees. I was left with the pain of my lost dollar and also had to hunt for alternate iron-wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one happened two years back. I remember that kid who used to give Jasmine flowers daily and he stopped coming one day &amp;amp; owes me 40 bucks. I keep wondering where he disappered, what bothers me more is a remote possibility that he ran away from the house with the money he took from me. If that were true...my lost dollar is his mom's lost dreams. Hope it is only my nt mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on the 25 rupees a autowala owes me. A ten pound I got cheated in UK souvenier shop, a pen I lost in a train...all these make me think of my lost dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivial but important. So next time you borrow remember to return...you never know how you have been tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-3987242903446705506?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/3987242903446705506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=3987242903446705506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3987242903446705506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/3987242903446705506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-lost-dollar.html' title='My lost dollar'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-7368746045577425462</id><published>2008-03-08T07:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:07:15.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Ladies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Womens day to each one of you. With 364 days marked as non womens day (== Men's days??), we get this one day to stop and think where our lives are headed towards. Thinking about where I am headed towards...it is filled with uncertainintiy but I am loving it. Being my own king (ouch!! I mean my own queen) is good. Doing the little things that I always wanted to do is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coming back to the topic I donno if womans day means Man Vs Woman, can woman do what men do and vice versa. I strongly belive that men and women can "almost" do what the other gender can do...men can take care of babies, they can cook...women can be the bread winner of a family. Ofcourse a lot of conditioning and acceptance from the society is important and hope these spl days bring about those changes required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every family has n things to do to keep them together warm &amp;amp; cosy. If the man and the woman dont agree to the n things and how, who will get these done then there is no family. No peace and all trouble starts. As they say charity begins at home I also think war &amp;amp; peace begin at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok...enuf of gyaan,,, I wud have loved to have a get together and a lunch or dinner with you guys...lets plan it better next time..happy womens day to Joyish, g3, r1, su, diya's mom, sooraj's mom, nisha's mom, mil, paddhu, muthu and all other ladies who I have met and not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ENJOY MAADI!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-7368746045577425462?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/7368746045577425462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=7368746045577425462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7368746045577425462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7368746045577425462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-womens-day.html' title='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-7312571710124615744</id><published>2008-03-03T20:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:24:48.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chandramukhi</title><content type='html'>I never understood this...why do guys call the face of his beloved as chandramukhi (face like the moon).  when I see a moon on an average it is dark for most of the parts, even on a full moon day I can see lots of spots on the moon...So I guess guys are quite truthful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever I travel I enjoy the comforts of the hotel room except one thing. Those magnifying mirrors which can blow up and show every single pore in your face. Never figred out why they had kept them, I was normally tired by the time I reached the hotel after day long meetings and the gaint pours was all I needed to remind me that I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got some new tubelights fitted in our house and all of a sudden I am able to see my face in a great detail...got reminded that I am over due for my visit to the parlor. The whole face reminds me of a battle ground . Jodha Akbar could have been shot better had they studied my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why candle light dinners are quite romantic. You get to see the outer beauty as all blemishes vanish under candle light. Thats the only thing I can like about candle light dinner. Otherwise it is an extremely difficult in those dim lights to figure out if I am eating something that is possibly still crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly feel like a chandramukhi - waiting for my candle light dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-7312571710124615744?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/7312571710124615744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=7312571710124615744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7312571710124615744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/7312571710124615744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/03/chandramukhi.html' title='Chandramukhi'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-8682275327472003717</id><published>2008-02-28T09:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:16:40.594+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Latha - Kodi idayaal</title><content type='html'>I guess my Mom was wishing that when I grew up I would be one of those slim and trim ones and named me Latha (which means a vine - dont like the word creeper :) ). Any Tamil poet would use the phrase Kodi idayaal , a lady with waist as thin as a creeper, to describe the beauty of a woman’s waist. I donno what is the equivalent for barrel waist... thatz where I am today. My son made me feel my barrel waist all the more last evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his Karate master asking him to do some Yago posture it was time for me to show off how good I was in yoga...With padmasana still possible I thought I can try the tougher one which my son wanted a demo...I had to lift my legs, hips and touch the ground using my toes (I don’t remember the asana name). Well I was cool till I lifted my legs...then came the qn...where is my waist? how do I lift the mootai (the bundle)... all the tyres were popping out...so was my ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trial 1 - failure...but various parts of my muscle ( fat ??) started pulling...then started trail 2...this time I figured out were was my erstwhile kodi idai...and started to lift....I started hearing some strange sound...My son was trying to pull my legs over my head...poor guy trying to help mamma w/o realising what was running in my head and what was refusing to even move ....trial 3 all thoughts got cleared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail 4....mustered all strength and bingo my big toe from my rt leg touched the ground...I guess I technically succeeded for a fraction of a second...I guess this shows I can be determined and do enuf to keep my ego from hurting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this morning I realised what all I had hurt...I have decided no walking for next one week...guess time to visit Talwalkars..need some company though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-8682275327472003717?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8682275327472003717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=8682275327472003717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8682275327472003717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/8682275327472003717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/02/latha-kodi-idayaal.html' title='Latha - Kodi idayaal'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-1089976438575186280</id><published>2008-02-27T10:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:48:50.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8Ts-yY3zsI/AAAAAAAAABo/_AklPyKyDiw/s1600-h/17022008312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171518835550310082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8Ts-yY3zsI/AAAAAAAAABo/_AklPyKyDiw/s200/17022008312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrwiY3zoI/AAAAAAAAABI/5ifvS7ZInO8/s1600-h/17022008311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171517491225546370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrwiY3zoI/AAAAAAAAABI/5ifvS7ZInO8/s200/17022008311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrwyY3zpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VDhmZcik6M4/s1600-h/18022008317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171517495520513682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrwyY3zpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VDhmZcik6M4/s200/18022008317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrxCY3zqI/AAAAAAAAABY/WRMkLT4XPOI/s1600-h/18022008316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171517499815480994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrxCY3zqI/AAAAAAAAABY/WRMkLT4XPOI/s200/18022008316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrxSY3zrI/AAAAAAAAABg/iMXxMDoIRYU/s1600-h/07022008285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171517504110448306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8TrxSY3zrI/AAAAAAAAABg/iMXxMDoIRYU/s200/07022008285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt realise that I had so many wonderful neighbors...Hoping to discover more ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-1089976438575186280?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/1089976438575186280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=1089976438575186280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1089976438575186280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/1089976438575186280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-neighbours.html' title='My neighbours'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/R8Ts-yY3zsI/AAAAAAAAABo/_AklPyKyDiw/s72-c/17022008312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-5497935419922248531</id><published>2008-02-24T18:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:33:18.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jodha Akbar - conversation with a 6 year old</title><content type='html'>Q: Amma why is Kirsh sitting with his knees folded and not cross legged&lt;br /&gt;A: He is doing yoga and exercising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: amma why aishwarya is angry with Krish&lt;br /&gt;A: Because he fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Amma why are they in tents are they camping, why are they not in palace&lt;br /&gt;A: The palace is far. So today they will sleep in tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is aishwarya crying&lt;br /&gt;A: Her father asked her to marry and go with Hrithik. She wants to be with her amma so she is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: why is the movie soooo long &lt;br /&gt;A: It is a story of kings and queens from olden days so it is long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Amma why is Kirsh still sitting with his knees folded and not cross legged&lt;br /&gt;A: He doesnt know how to sit crossed legged his mom dint teach him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: why is aishwarya still angry with krish &lt;br /&gt;A: he is still fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: amma is aishwarya a baby, krish is kissing her on the forehead&lt;br /&gt;A: No she is not a baby, but she is crazy, so she is like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: why there are no more fights&lt;br /&gt;A: They are saving the big fight for the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is the movie over, what time is it&lt;br /&gt;A: its going to be 2 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get up early tomorrow dont wake me early...papa I cant walk please carry me home I am very tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-5497935419922248531?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/5497935419922248531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=5497935419922248531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5497935419922248531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/5497935419922248531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/02/jodha-akbar-conversation-with-6-year.html' title='Jodha Akbar - conversation with a 6 year old'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182911467368752095.post-6961166802761746622</id><published>2008-02-22T09:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:19:35.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Athelitics and my friends</title><content type='html'>Ladies...was thinking about each one of you and I feel you are all the best athletes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r1&lt;/strong&gt; - You run great relay with a baton in your hand. You can make the team win...You inspire and take inspiration from a fellow runner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su &lt;/strong&gt;- You are the best at hurdles. The "Hurdles" make you run faster in reaching the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear g3&lt;/strong&gt; - You are fantastic at decathlon. Home, office, and socialization who can manage better than you? You are a great inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diya's Mom&lt;/strong&gt; - Excellent at Javelin. Long shots thrown on the mark perfectly...Seen you do this during our MBA days. Also, a perfect coach..a great people person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally me :)...Great at 100 meters. Short burst of energy. But the problem is I have a big starting trouble. Need all you guys to push me to run the race and I am happy that you guys do this often enuf to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a great TEAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182911467368752095-6961166802761746622?l=ypnimmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/feeds/6961166802761746622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182911467368752095&amp;postID=6961166802761746622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6961166802761746622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182911467368752095/posts/default/6961166802761746622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ypnimmi.blogspot.com/2008/02/athelitics-and-my-friends.html' title='Athelitics and my friends'/><author><name>Latha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606404935524645825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM5GuBQ0TXQ/SW1h9zjeFSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w_nGqKmH_Ig/S220/Sri-Sita-Rama-Lakshmana-Han.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
