<?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-4807706881501802785</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:36:32.195+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confessions, Confusions and Chocolates</title><subtitle type='html'>.... Que Sera, Sera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-835997620937547298</id><published>2011-10-27T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:00:52.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After a long hiatus, here I am , decided to blog once again. This time no waiting for intelligent topics (which i failed miserably to come up with in my last attempt at blogging despite pestering a lot of folks) and also no trying to &amp;nbsp;make the blog fancy- This time I am just going to pen down my daily thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a Eco-friendly Diwali with no fireworks or crackers - I simply did not buy any nor pester my husband to get me any. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, actually, I paid Rs 150 (per person) for a Diwali party the previous day at my apartment complex and expecting a dinner and fireworks. But then the "organizers" of the party decided that the money was sufficient only for dinner, "thumbola" and some music. Bah!! Imagine my disappointment. So by the time I realized that there is actually going to be no fireworks for this Diwali, it was yesterday night. But then, me being a &amp;nbsp;magnanimous soul, forgave the organizers as the dinner was delicious and they made me an "environment-sensitive" human being (I can pay Rs 75 for that). So my Diwali was spent lighting a few lamps , studying for GMAT (by the way, which is my latest hobby) and cursing my Boss with whom I had my performance review the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you had a deLIGHTful DIWALI! Cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-835997620937547298?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/835997620937547298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-diwali-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/835997620937547298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/835997620937547298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-diwali-world.html' title='Happy Diwali World!'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-8922002927590570486</id><published>2011-05-02T20:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:45:08.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The four best friends.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Last week was abuzz with costume parties street skits and what not celebrating the biggest wedding of the season - that of Prince&amp;nbsp;William&amp;nbsp;and Kate Middleton. I was browsing through some of the pictures, people dressed up as royalty, people on the street wearing masks, people with those weird head dresses which by the way I have no clue how they depict British royalty , royal tea-party dramas etc and I could not help but remember a group of four girls, four best friends. Let me tell you their story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Not so long ago, four girls decided to get together and form an exclusive club of their own. They had been studying together for almost two years then and got along very well with each other. They formed the club and named it DART (no the name did not seem silly at all to them) - the first alphabet of each of their names. Now, I won't reveal their names yet.- maybe at the end of the post. They were very pleased and extremely proud of everything associated with the club - the name, the exclusiveness, the secrecy. They announced the formation of the group to the entire class and turned up their noses at anybody asking them for a membership - after all, it was supposed to be an exclusive group. They invented games to be played (ok top secret games which no one else was allowed to participate just to make them jealous), wrote each other ridiculous letters , discussed guys, parents, sisters and brothers dresses, celebrated each others’ birthdays with cards and gifts and generally ran awry!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;They had nicknames for their teachers, funny names for each other and a passion for any gossip. They laughed at their math teacher who was from Andaman's and had a funny accent and pulled pranks on him. Those S.U.P.W periods when one among them got punished for not making an electric bell or for not drawing wiring diagrams (which anyway nobody could and everybody used to draw some complicated maze which used to leave the Sir all livid), they all shared the punishment and wrote out each others&amp;nbsp;imposition. They drove their economic Sir crazy with their constant banter in the class. During lunch breaks, they explored the woods behind the school and came up with all less explored spots. They insisted on being seated together in the class, their favorite meeting spot for all secret rituals - the floor under their desk and the favorite meeting slot - the Hindi period. The Hindi period was their most favorite as they could literally get away with anything with their Hindi mistress and Hindi was really really boring as a subject for anybody. The minute their Hindi mistress started on "&lt;i&gt;satpuda ke khane jungle&lt;/i&gt;" and " &lt;i&gt;kshama, daya, tap, tyaag, manobal&lt;/i&gt;", they had to invent something to be distracted or else they would all fall asleep - yes including the teacher everybody. So just in order to stay awake they used to go all riotous during the Hindi period with secret games and umpteen pranks on the Hindi mistress! Oh, the secret games and secret ceremonies!!! One of their most favorite pastimes was to pretend to be famous personalities in news those days and enact ridiculous scenes out of their lives. And it was during those days that Princess Diana and her friend Dodi Al Fayed passed away in the infamous motor car accident suddenly the news papers were full of British Royalty. Obviously they had to pretend to be British royalty and they did so in style! They even had a secret wedding ceremony between Prince Charles and Princess Diana attended by Prince William and Prince Harry. Ah, how scandalous!!! They also loved the term paparazzi (their first ever introduction to the word) and for a while they invented a lot of paparazzi games. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And then one day, about a year or two later, just as it was formed, the club was dissolved, for no particular reason. No, they did not have any arguments, no cat fights, no yelling matches but they just stopped being interested in the club and they grew out of each other. They developed different priorities and each went her own way after a while. It has been years since all this happened but I am sure each one of them still has some part of those boisterous days within her, each one still has at least one of those ridiculous letters stacked away some where, one of those birthday cards tucked away. If they meet today, I am sure they can still start off from where they left all those years ago for after all they say best friends are those who can start off from where they left. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And now for the names of those four girls..... No not yet.. Let it remain a secret for some more time… &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-8922002927590570486?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/8922002927590570486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/05/four-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/8922002927590570486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/8922002927590570486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/05/four-friends.html' title='The four best friends.......'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-733008811831286667</id><published>2011-03-18T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:42:11.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old is Gold - atleast once in a while......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Two years ago, all the manual taps in my office got replaced with auto taps, the ones with sensors that can detect the motion of your hand underneath and turn on and off water. Today most of them fail to detect the hand motion and refuses to turn on water or once turned on refuses to turn off water or turn on the water for such a short duration that it is practically useless. Of course, auto taps are so very today, but did my company necessarily have to replace the old manual ones with these? The answer probably is no. In fact, they would be now incurring extra water taxes due to wastage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Isn't this situation so very familiar to most of us? How many times after consummation of something (after a lot of struggle) have we&amp;nbsp;bemoaned about how better off we were before? &amp;nbsp;We aspire for something new mainly for its novelty or coolness quotient or even just because our friends have it.(At least I am famous for aspiring for stuff &amp;nbsp;just because somebody else have them without really having any need for them). Most of the times these change do click for us but then there are times when we regret our decision also. Maybe a little bit of pondering and a reality check would make our lives better.&amp;nbsp;Change is the only constant, but change should definitely not be to make the life miserable at least not those changes for which we have an option.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So here are a few things I would not like to change in my life even though I have newer options - just because they work perfectly fine for and I would be miserable with the change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- filter coffee for mochas and&amp;nbsp;cappuccinos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - my books for e-books.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - my morning newspaper for online newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - staying in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for settling abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-733008811831286667?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/733008811831286667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-is-gold-atleast-once-in-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/733008811831286667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/733008811831286667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-is-gold-atleast-once-in-while.html' title='Old is Gold - atleast once in a while......'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-9019554335000710327</id><published>2011-03-13T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:59:01.777+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indians and Cricket - We are symbiotic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am an Indian and I am born to love, at the very least like cricket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;I will have my lay-man's opinion on every bowler, every batsmen, every ball bowled, every run taken, every wicket taken, every&amp;nbsp;technique&amp;nbsp;adopted, every cricket rule that exists or does not exist and will dissect a cricket match to shreds, over a cup of coffee with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. No matter how much I declare it as a silly game, if I see a nail-bitting cricket match while flipping channels, especially a live one, I will stop, watch and cheer for the team that wins, no matter which team it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. #2 applies only if the Indian team is not playing. If Indian team is playing I will first declare them as typical to bring a match to this "close a finish" and then I will sit and chew on my nails praying&amp;nbsp;fervently that they do win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I got goosebumps and my stomach was churning watching the "Lagaan cricket match", despite the knowledge that it is a movie and India is going to win ultimately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;I really believe that my prayers contribute significantly to Indian cricket team's winning chances and praying is the least I can do. If I am eccentric enough, I will offer prayers at temple/church/mosque/gurudwara to improve the odds of Indian team winning an important cricket match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I will complain aloud about(euphemism) the Indian cricket team(every aspect of it) after we loose a match , pretend to not care about the win or lose. I will even say "the team does need such treatment meted out to it once in a while for their arrogance and over confidence". But inside I will be bitterly disappointed and dejected that the team lost the match and decide to pray more for the team for next match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I would have at some point of time in my life, declared that I will not watch the important match India is playing because if I watch India will surely loose. I will ask my friends and family to watch it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. After declaring #8, I will manage to take a sneak-peak at the game at the exact moment when either the Indian team looses a wicket or drops a wicket. I will then shudder my shoulders in exasperation and exclaim to the others "See .. this&amp;nbsp;is what I told you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I will want Sachin Tendulkar to hit a century every single time he comes out to bat, and if he indeed hits a century, I will want a 150 or a double century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I read an&amp;nbsp;article&amp;nbsp;about Sachin or watch a video clipping of his achievements, I get goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I will defend Sachin vehemently if anybody even dares to say that Sachin is not a match winner and if Sachin scores big in a match, India will loose the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I will aspire to watch every single cricket match that India is playing from a stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I will prepare myself for an important cricket match that India is playing for days together. I will declare that I will not study or do my homework that day,pester mom to make some snacks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;postpone my meetings and other commitments, get home early from work and get all the food ready. I will hate to be disturbed when the Indian team is playing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I am an Indian girl and I will have crush on at least one cricketer during my teenage. I will have his posters on my bedroom walls, read up every bit of information on him and chant his name day in and day out and drive the others around me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I am an Indian parent and my secret ambition will be to make my son part of Indian cricket team. Cricket bat is the first toy I will buy for him.&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/4807706881501802785-9019554335000710327?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/9019554335000710327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/03/indians-and-cricket-we-are-symbiotic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/9019554335000710327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/9019554335000710327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/03/indians-and-cricket-we-are-symbiotic.html' title='Indians and Cricket - We are symbiotic.'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-5072861895192117250</id><published>2011-01-26T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:46:01.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to the lady at the cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dear lady-in-the-back-seat-at-the-cinema,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;With reference to your abysmally infantile&amp;nbsp;behavior at the&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;last night, this is to inform you that it is totally abominable to refuse to settle down during the entire playtime of a movie and that cinemas in Bangalore are not a private but a social gathering. Kindly note that cinemas are definitely not the places to be at your garrulous best and to catch up with your friends. Also note&amp;nbsp;that foot-tapping the seat ahead of you during the movie does not give a 3-D effect to the person in the seat and is very very irritating. Further let us inform you that rustle of &amp;nbsp;plastic wraps is definitely not euphonious and becomes head-splitting in a matter of minutes, let alone two hours. Considering all this and the fact that you looked like you are in your late twenties, we have come to the conclusion that it is way too late for you to learn the home rules governing watching a movie in the theater. Hence we strongly recommend you to not saunter down to a theater next time you have the urge to catch a movie, but stay at home at enjoy the same on your dvd player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Regards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Certain patrons who like to enjoy their movie-in-theaters experience&amp;nbsp;&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/4807706881501802785-5072861895192117250?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/5072861895192117250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-to-lady-at-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/5072861895192117250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/5072861895192117250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-to-lady-at-cinema.html' title='Letter to the lady at the cinema'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-6735442041280909405</id><published>2011-01-10T20:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:09:58.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Tamasoma jyothir gamaya"</title><content type='html'>Today afternoon as I stepped out my office for my daily dose of caffeine, I was suddenly struck by the brilliance of sunshine. It was a stark contrast from the air conditioned, cold, artificially lighted office space of mine. I had been feeling dreary all day today and suddenly I felt my spirits rising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;As a kid I always used to be in awe of the night and darkness. One of my earliest memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;associated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;with darkness is one of my dad’s friends offering me a “five star” for staying in a pitch dark room, alone, during a power cut. I was barely five years&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;old then but still braved the challenge and won the “five star”. From then on I always associated myself as a night person. I always used to tell my friends that I enjoy doing things at nights better than day. I remember, when I first read that in parts of Scandinavian countries, where half the year is spent in darkness. suicide rates are higher, I thought how very strange people there should be to not to enjoy the 6 month long nights. As I grew up, there was also no concern of getting tanned during the night!!! In all the silly online quizzes for finding the soul mate, deciding which season I belong to etc I always pick night over day as the choice. For me nights are mysterious, romantic, charming with lots of promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today as I stepped out into the warm, bright noon, I felt there could not be anything more pleasant than sun shine. It brings with it a strange and remarkable sense of warmth, cheer, brightness, hope and general bonhomie. I may still not like sweating it out in the sun and getting myself tanned but then next time when I am figuring out what my personality is , I for sure know the answer to – Choose one of the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; a. Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;b. Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-6735442041280909405?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/6735442041280909405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/01/tamasoma-jyothir-gamaya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/6735442041280909405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/6735442041280909405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2011/01/tamasoma-jyothir-gamaya.html' title='&quot;Tamasoma jyothir gamaya&quot;'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-3489260932579975209</id><published>2010-10-10T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:30:29.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Man's strive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;He strives for position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;He strives for power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;He strives for perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Kindness and humanity are lost forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;He strives for gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He strives for fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He strives for glory untold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happiness and love is the price of this game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4807706881501802785-3489260932579975209?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/3489260932579975209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2010/10/mans-strive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/3489260932579975209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/3489260932579975209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2010/10/mans-strive.html' title='Man&apos;s strive'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-4074579315327151981</id><published>2010-03-28T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:06:03.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Agressive Arrogant Education??</title><content type='html'>It is a busy railway station hot, musty and crowded.. She&amp;nbsp;sighs and falls into the&amp;nbsp;queue, a little impatient that there is no separate&amp;nbsp;lane for platform tickets and normal tickets. Suddenly&amp;nbsp;somebody bumps into her startling her out of her thoughts. She reacts, ready to&amp;nbsp;minimum treat the offender with a cold stare and is surprised to hear him respond "Sorry".. She looks up and&amp;nbsp;is further surprised to see&amp;nbsp;a six footer, with pan stained lips and khaki dress typical of any riksha driver in India. She simply shruggs it off and both of them fall into the queue again. A few minutes later as she approaches the counter she finds a young man&amp;nbsp;dressed like any other young executive of today&amp;nbsp;slowly trying to edge her off the queue. Determned not to let him get ahead of her in the queue&amp;nbsp;she inches forward throwing him an occasional glance. As she reaches the booth the young man pushes her off the queue and before she could react manages to purchase his tickets and vanish off, without even turning to glance at her. Furious that she let this happen she proceeds to purchase her tickets.&lt;br /&gt;As she walks towards the platform, she suddenly realises that the riksha driver who was courteous and social would most probably&amp;nbsp; not have even finished his tenth standard where as the rude young man sure is either an engineering graduate or a M.B.A executive. She thinks is this what education in India is all about? You are taught to be&amp;nbsp;so competitive and aggresive that you forget basic coursey and civic sense which forms the core of&amp;nbsp; India tradition? True that Indian students are considered to be among the best in the world , but are they also considered to be the the most cold , selfish and arrogant of the lot ? She thinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S-&amp;gt; This blog has been in pipeline for three months now !! Finally i managed to get it out :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-4074579315327151981?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/4074579315327151981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2010/03/agressive-arrogant-education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/4074579315327151981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/4074579315327151981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2010/03/agressive-arrogant-education.html' title='Agressive Arrogant Education??'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-2663802042096722157</id><published>2009-10-12T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:43:54.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Great Performance Evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Ci6gWi1Io/StNNlWZhwlI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZinC3S5444g/s1600-h/65675.strip.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Ci6gWi1Io/StNNlWZhwlI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZinC3S5444g/s400/65675.strip.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two hours you have been working on a&amp;nbsp;bunch of self rating queries. You fail to comprehend the ones like " Rate yourself on your accountability"? Eh ? Nor can you understand how anybody can expect you to give yourself&amp;nbsp;a rating of poor.&amp;nbsp;So you unabashedly&amp;nbsp;give yourself a&amp;nbsp;rating of &amp;nbsp;good or excellent in nost of the categories. Still, despite your best efforts , you are forced to choose a poor for&amp;nbsp;categories like "Rate your self based on th number of patents you have published". Finally you are satisfied .. you had to give youself a poor only for a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two hours battle,&amp;nbsp;you walk into the conference room, where your manager awaits you.. you smug and highly confident of your performance.Your manager smiles at you and says " So how do you think the past quarter/half year/year&amp;nbsp;went by ? " You manage to mumble something like "It went great". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "You have been doing a great job. You have taken the opportunity given to you and delivered time and again in an excellent fasion. There is nothing much for you to worry. You have a very promising future. You are an asset to the team and the team members look upto you . Just continue like this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start swelling up with pride. Your eyes are shining. You start to feel you are the best s/w engineer in the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time your manager has started going through your ratings and you hear occasional hmmm's and mmm's from him. Then&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "You see this this and this cannot be rated as excellent. Neither can these be rated as good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait.. You almost expect him to say "you cannot rate these as poor also". After a minute or so you realise that&amp;nbsp;it &amp;nbsp;is not going to happen and he is waiting for you to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;nbsp;- " I have done this this this .... blah blah.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You speak non stop praising yourself for almost 5 minutes and you finally conclude with " I do assuredly deserve these ratings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "Agreed.. But you still lack in responding to email within 2 minutes of recieving them. Your average is like 5 minutes. Also you lack in catering to 10 different things at a time . Plus you were not collaborative enough with&amp;nbsp;team&amp;nbsp;members who are 10000 miles&amp;nbsp;away" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing to respond to this but ok, but you do end thinking how you can make youself omnipresent. So after 10 minutes of&amp;nbsp;start of &amp;nbsp;the meeting you&amp;nbsp;have almost all your excellent ratings&amp;nbsp;pulled down to good, your "goods" pulled down to "satisfactory' and you "satisfactories" pulled down to "poor".You realise that the original "poors" could have been excellent as well. Wouldn't have made an iota of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "Tell me, what do you think about the team. What do you think we have to improve as a team?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You - "The cross team collaboration and syncronization is very poor." Some more of such stuff. " Also our team members in US do not&amp;nbsp; have a clue as to what we do here despite repeated trainings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager -&amp;nbsp; "That is a good point. I&amp;nbsp; take it upon myself to conduct 10 more meetings a week for cross team syncronization. Also I give you an action item to prepare ppts so that you can train your colleagues abroad on our work here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sigh. You wish you had not opend your mouth at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "Anything more? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to try once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You - "The cross team interractions are so bad that sometimes two people end up doing the same thing. It is a total waste of effort. You feel dejected when this happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "You should&amp;nbsp;not feel dejected. You should be more mature. Also you need to be more aggressive so that you get your code out first before the other person. Any other queries ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You - "Will I get my promotion this year? Also will the hikes be good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "That is not in my hands. You continue doing your job without any expectations. Also as I said you need to more aggressive.You should also try to prioritize and focus on you job. Not get into everything at once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to feel as if you are listening to a discourse from Bhagvath Gita. Plus hadnt this guy just now told you , you should try to do 10 different things at a time ? You are now confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "So any feedbacks for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think of numerous "interesting" stuff to tell him. But &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;nbsp; - "No , nothing. You are perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager - "Ok. So lets schedule one more meeting to close on this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You - "I would be delighted to schedule one more meeting of this sort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that both of you walk out of the conference room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friends is what they call PERFORMANCE EVALUATION. Bah!! Gah!! Pah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture - Courtsey dilbert.com from where I subscribe to daily comic strips.&lt;br /&gt;Gah - Courtsey the numerous Enid Blyton novels I used to read as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Pah - Courtsey Calvin and Hobbes cartoon strips which I simply adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -&amp;gt; No, I did not have my performance evaluation last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-2663802042096722157?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/2663802042096722157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-performance-evaluation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/2663802042096722157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/2663802042096722157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-performance-evaluation.html' title='The Great Performance Evaluation'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Ci6gWi1Io/StNNlWZhwlI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZinC3S5444g/s72-c/65675.strip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-3209785342450451693</id><published>2009-10-12T11:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:33:46.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'>100% @ work!!</title><content type='html'>Couldnt help writing this down. I saw this as&amp;nbsp;chest print on one of my colleague's tee shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Give 100 percent to work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 12 % Monday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;23 % Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;37%&amp;nbsp; Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;20% Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8% Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-3209785342450451693?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/3209785342450451693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/3209785342450451693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/3209785342450451693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-work.html' title='100% @ work!!'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-1977849646427184681</id><published>2009-10-08T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:26:12.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Wealthy Wise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Ci6gWi1Io/Ss30JY524jI/AAAAAAAABHg/Wtaoe1V6EaU/s1600-h/Image0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Ci6gWi1Io/Ss30JY524jI/AAAAAAAABHg/Wtaoe1V6EaU/s320/Image0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maggi!! A brand name I grew up hearing. A dish that was taboo at home except for once a month. A dish that can be served anywhere anytime as any meal by anybody who knows how to boil 2 cups of water. A dish that mothers still consider as junk , kids consider as cool and working proffesionals like me consider as "God Send". A dish that has silently found its own place in most of the middle class families&amp;nbsp;in the country today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, like a typical weekday night, &amp;nbsp;I had to resort to this life saver for dinner.&amp;nbsp;Thinking healthy (which i rarely do nowadays!) ,&amp;nbsp;I decided to throw in all the available vegetables in the house along with 4 packets of vegetable atta maggi. I ended up adding onioins,&amp;nbsp;carrots, peas, capsicum and even palak!! (believe me guys, you wouldnt know the&amp;nbsp;bitter taste of palak in maggi).&amp;nbsp;And in 15 minutes I could serve piping hot dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This had me&amp;nbsp;thinking... How can maggi of all the food be classified as junk? Yesterday's dinner was healthier than an average dinner. It was certainly cost effective than having a meal for two in any decent restaurant of today. Plus it was tasty and time saver. Doesn't&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;make maggi a "Healthy Wealthy Wise" choice ?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So enjoy your maggi!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-1977849646427184681?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/1977849646427184681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/healthy-wealthy-wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/1977849646427184681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/1977849646427184681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/healthy-wealthy-wise.html' title='Healthy Wealthy Wise!!'/><author><name>thara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015680262205743603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Ci6gWi1Io/Ss30JY524jI/AAAAAAAABHg/Wtaoe1V6EaU/s72-c/Image0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807706881501802785.post-8379234402332026265</id><published>2009-10-06T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:12:29.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first blog!! Hip Hip Hurray!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Finally after eons I start writing again. Guess it is the outcome of my perfectly nonchalant bordering on boring job. People in my life&amp;nbsp;have reacted differently to my present state of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;My dad (who has worked in bank for some 30 odd years) - " How can any one complaint of&amp;nbsp; job being boring ?! &amp;nbsp;You do it to earn money and you just do it!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;He has a point there. I do want to earn money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;My Mom - "What!! You want to quit a perfectly good company because you find it boring ?? You are totally thankless plus crazy.. You need to be more mature."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;At this point the conversation goes on to a totally&amp;nbsp;different level!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;My Husband&amp;nbsp; - "Ok.. You can quit the job and get another one. But what would you like to do? What interests you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Now from the umpteen interests I have, I name one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;My Hus - "Do you know what you have to study to pursue this? Talked to anyone about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;I sigh and realise that a change of topic is become necessary. For I know nothing about my interest except that it fascinates me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;My friend - "You will find any job boring after a week!! That's your nature."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;That was very very helpful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;After having the above conversation in a while loop of some n number (Sorry I am a s/w engineer after all!!) , I decide not to quit my job , atleast for the present. And then I had this idea of starting a blog for I used to write a lot once upon a time. So here is my first post.&amp;nbsp;Here is to wishing myself hundreds of post!! And saying bah to boredom!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4807706881501802785-8379234402332026265?l=thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/feeds/8379234402332026265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-blog-hip-hip-hurray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/8379234402332026265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4807706881501802785/posts/default/8379234402332026265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thara-nakshatra.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-blog-hip-hip-hurray.html' title='My first blog!! 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