<?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-11847925</id><updated>2011-12-14T09:23:38.464+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jazzunlimited</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-114249774845916510</id><published>2006-03-16T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:05:00.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>Asta la vista ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Update :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love experimenting and trying out new things .Thats why I had started blogging .Now , blogging is no more a "new" thing .I want to try out  other new things ...And it is definitely NOT possible to continue with every thing I try .So I have stopped blogging ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-114249774845916510?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/114249774845916510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=114249774845916510' title='94 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114249774845916510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114249774845916510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/03/adios.html' title='Adios'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>94</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-114189379151157871</id><published>2006-03-09T14:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:52:21.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Almost every statement in the movie "Matrix"  might have been discussed over and over again  to see if there are any more interpretation .There are many such dialogues from many other movies that has an impact on us .But how many times  have you heard something in real life that sets you thinking  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of colleagues were arguing about something and each one was very sure that he was right and the other person was wrong  . So one guy said that he was ready to bet 500 bucks .The other guy said he is not willing to bet and  now he  seemed  not so  sure of his views  .So the guy who was ready to bet said - " Dude..you seemed so sure of yourself and now you are not ready to bet .How come you don't trust yourself ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone with which the question "how come you don't trust yourself" was asked , made an impact .What do you call someone who is always sure of himself/herself ? you call him/her confident , over confident , foolish or ignorant ?Is being unsure of oneself is wrong ?Can  you  really trust yourself ? But then , if you don't trust yourself , then whom else will you trust ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)I can trust myself ...... If someone asks me a question , I will answer whatever I know or tell the person that I dont know .Whether I know the answer or not is not important .But I am sure that &lt;br /&gt;#)I know &lt;br /&gt;#)I dont know &lt;br /&gt;#)I know some what&lt;br /&gt;#)I am making guesses .&lt;br /&gt;So it means I can trust myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)No..I can't trust myself .........None of us are saints and we definitely lie to others or atleast we are guilty of not telling the complete truth . Its just not this , we also lie to ourselves . For eg: We may like to believe that we are good in something even though we know that we are not that good .This is required to push ourselves to perform better . ...And also the opinion we had yesterday may not hold good today .We do keep changing our minds ..dont we ?So the question is , if I can lie to myself , then whats the point in trusting myself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you trust yourself or not ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-114189379151157871?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/114189379151157871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=114189379151157871' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114189379151157871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114189379151157871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/03/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-114146226889152046</id><published>2006-03-04T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:30:30.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagging is more or less like assignments given during school/college days.So let me post this tag (by &lt;a href="http://poomanam.blogspot.com/2006/02/acid-rain.html#links"&gt;silverine&lt;/a&gt; ) in similar style .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caution - Working on weekends can have serious effects on a person's ability to think what he is writing .so please be fore warned&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim :&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;To create a work of fiction or fact  of around 100-200 ( 300-400 will do too)words using these words: &lt;strong&gt;I, me, blowjob, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Steps to be followed :&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;1)Intialize varibles ,one varible (keywordVarible) containing the keywords like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I , Me&lt;/span&gt; ..etc and other(fillerVariable)  containing filler words like is,the,being etc .&lt;br /&gt;2)Write a Procedure Pick_Random_Value to pick random values  from  KeywordVariable and from fillerVariable  .&lt;br /&gt;3)Form statements from the values returned from the above Procedure.&lt;br /&gt;4)Print the above sentence n the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowchart:&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;I have given this work to a first year junior . He has not yet drawn the flowchart .So I will put this up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo Code:&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initialize Varibles:&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Set keywordVarible  {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     I ,Me , blowjob,grapes,random,power,loneliness,water,robot,blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set fillerVariable       {&lt;br /&gt;                                   is,being,brain,want,has,got,will .......&lt;br /&gt;                               }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Procedures :&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proc Pick_Random_Value  {&lt;br /&gt;return  ($random_value_from_keywordVariable ,$random_value_from_fillerVariable) ;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proc Main {&lt;br /&gt;While { $not_all_keywords_used } {&lt;br /&gt;Set  values  Pick_Random_value&lt;br /&gt;set sentences form_sentences $values&lt;br /&gt;Print $sentences&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Output:&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;The excecution  of the above program gave the ouput:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;It could be great if someone gives &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapes&lt;/span&gt; has to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Brain has power to think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; topics but why not just talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blowjob&lt;/span&gt; will surely make you get rid of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; loneliness&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blow job&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl^C&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowjob&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation :&lt;br /&gt;=============&lt;br /&gt;On running the program , the CPU hit 100% and the memory usage reach high . The program ran in continuous loop and couldn't be terminated using ctrl^c also .The program seemed to have special liking to one particular word .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's remark :&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poomanam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silverine  &lt;/a&gt;maam ..please  fill up the remarks section and also let me know how much I scored :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-114146226889152046?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/114146226889152046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=114146226889152046' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114146226889152046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114146226889152046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-114112142265102048</id><published>2006-02-28T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:54:54.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ghilli</title><content type='html'>Since I am back in Bangalore , I have started the pilgrimage process (my weekend trips to Chennai ) again . I was looking forward to this trip because I was supposed to play a tennis ball cricket match on sunday . The venue was the ground near CTS office , Karapaakam . None of us work there .But then why did we decide in that place ? bcos athu namma area machi ...ama , we are from Old mahabalipuram road area .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long since I had played cricket .The last time I played was on  22nd May ,2002.Why is that I remember this day so well ? Is it because myself and the  group stopped playing cricket ?Naa...this date is well documented in the history of old mahabs road because that was the day I picked up fight with  the local panchayat ward member (yeah , old mahabs is in outskirts of Chennai and hence it  comes panchayat board ) . Trust me , we celebrated that day because no one thought that a college going jovial guy could stand up against the local politician and fight against injustice .Of course , I didnt fight because of the bad roads or poor street lights or the water scarce problem but I fought because his team cheated while playing cricket with us.You should know that cricket is a religion here and it is our national sport (you might have been taught in school that hockey is our national game ....but I am talking in terms of popularity ) .So my fight was well worth the trouble.Seri ..rombha scene vidurain oh ? "ghilli " padam patha effect illai ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie , coming back to sunday's match .We fielded first .All I did was I stood in slips and took one lotha(easy) catch .Apporam when we batted , I got my ghaazhi (batting ) .First ball ...outside off...tried to cut it ...gloved it ..caught by keeper .Semma insult machi . eppo antha ghilli effect neutralize achaa ? And to make ghilli effect -ve , my close buddies , &lt;a href="http://vettypaiyan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Awakening Coma &lt;/a&gt;and Senthil were to irriate me  . Senthil teased me so much that I am trying to avoid even chatting with him :-( .But wait guys , I will be in Chennai again in 2 weeks time ..appo dekho ghilli ishtyle batting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-114112142265102048?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/114112142265102048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=114112142265102048' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114112142265102048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114112142265102048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/02/ghilli.html' title='Ghilli'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-114068469538638412</id><published>2006-02-23T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:28:06.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anbe Sivam</title><content type='html'>"Anbe Sivam" was telecasted last week on a tamil channel and if you dont know tamil then you have missed a really good movie .This movie ,  one of the better Indian movies , touches the basics of politics without creating any controversies .  For example : Nasser represents capitalist .He is a businessman with darker shades of character ...and in short a  hardcore capitalist with no concern for his workers or society.Madhavan represents the democratic society ,or rather the people in democratic society .He complains about everything and is more concerned about himself .And kamal (namma thalai) is a communist . The movie revolves around these people and surprisingly the message(as per my interpretation) in the movie is not what kind of "governance" is good or more suitable . The message  is  - we all talk about corruptions and other things but we fail to see the good things. eg: Kamal says that Madhavan is god because Madahavan tries to save a kid by giving his blood .And similarly , in the  last scene  , when a guy comes to kill kamal but instead he ends up asking for forgivesness from kamal and because of this Kamal refers to him as god. Since Kamal's character is a believer in communism , the word "god"  refers more to  good things  and not "god" as such . We fail to appreciate the auto-driver who returns things that you forgot in the auto , or  the security guy who  wishes you every morning or the next door kid who makes you smile . Why do we see only the bad things and complain and why dont we enjoy/appreciate the good things ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more on these lines -  though corruptions exist  in our society , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is a system which  works perfectly well&lt;/span&gt; . We keep talking about all the corruptions and politicians but how many actually try to get into politics and make things better for others . Who wants to clean the sewage ah ? Of course you might say the least I can do is morally support the right causes .Thats exactly what my great-grandfather and grandfather did , my father is still doing it and I will definitely continue with the tradition.But you think it really makes any difference? Naaaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect person and I dont expect the society to be perfect . There is a dialogue in Ayuhta ezhuthu (tamil version of Yuva )  which roughly translated means - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will take care of myself...and the world will take care of itself&lt;/span&gt;" . How selfish ....but very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-114068469538638412?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/114068469538638412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=114068469538638412' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114068469538638412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/114068469538638412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/02/anbe-sivam.html' title='Anbe Sivam'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113992031088110794</id><published>2006-02-14T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:13:18.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Equality</title><content type='html'>It might be the one of the most popular pseudo truth statements . I say it is pseudo truth because people believe that it is the truth and they think they are following the statement .But in reality , it is never followed ...it only exists in statement ..and never in real life . If you havent guessed it , I am talking about this statement - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men and women are equal&lt;/span&gt;.I fail to understand how one gender is more equal than the other .Why is it that certain previlages are held only by one and not the other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you guys could seen sexual discrimination in office,school and may be also in home. Isnt it irritating ? And where does this so called equality exist ? Is girls have short boyish hairdo or wearing pants called equality  ? no ..lethu ..illai ..nahi... Why is that guys cant have long hair ? Why  the heck ppl in office stare when a guy has long hair ? why is this a  previlage only for girls ? Why ..yen ..yemmi..kyon..yekka ? Am gonna fight this injustice ....by not cutting my 6 months long hair ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113992031088110794?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113992031088110794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113992031088110794' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113992031088110794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113992031088110794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/02/equality.html' title='Equality'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113958293042478694</id><published>2006-02-10T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:22:19.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back to the roots</title><content type='html'>Packing is an art ..especially if you are carrying back too many things .And I need to master this art .I managed to survive this and also the 14 hours flight to Hong kong and 8 hours waiting time in Singapore airport. The 14 hours trip  wasnt fun but the 8 hours stay in singapore was .I got to make friends with 2 guys ; 1 was going to Australia to do his masters and the other was returning back to India . Then I took a 2 hours guided tour of Singapore . Initially I thought of meeting the fellow bloggers but realise that since it was unplanned , I could end up screwing up too many things .The tour was real fun especially because I got to talk to some polish travellers who couldnt understand what I was saying nor could I understand what they were saying .I also managed to talk to the cute lady in the information kiosk in airport . We talked for 40 odd minutes about nothing in particular and bid her bye with a heavy heart ..but I was more excited to get back home. I guess everyone in the plane was equally excited because after the plane landed in Chennai and while it was being taxied to the terminal , most of the passengers stood and started walking towards the door . The air hostesses were terrified and tried to make these people sit .This only made things more chaos and the plane looked like a local Chennai public bus :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed back home and played with my niece and hogged idlies and curd rice. trust me , even curd rice tasted heavenly .I had planned to take a vacation and so spend the first day In chennai lazying around . I  met few friends .I enjoyed the ride in my bike and also the informal bike race between the traffic signals . have you guys tried this ? racing with a unknown bike rider to the next traffic light ? And when your destination is no longer in the same route , you acknowledge each other's sportmanship with a wave ? man..it feels good to do all these things and ending up parking your bike right under the "no parking" board :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this came to an end when I was watching one of those (hilarious ) dumb phone and request a song program on TV .I got a call from office and was asked to move my a$$ to bengalooru .I rushed back ..and here I am  trying to meet new impossible deadlines :-) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113958293042478694?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113958293042478694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113958293042478694' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113958293042478694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113958293042478694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-to-roots.html' title='back to the roots'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113909693725242652</id><published>2006-02-05T05:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-05T05:53:07.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>flying back home</title><content type='html'>In the last 3 months , I didnt realize the time fly as I was busy having fun.This trip to USA has been far more fun than my previous trip because last time when I had come, all my friends were studying and we couldnt meet up.But this time all them are working and it has been rocking experience to catch up with them .And also what made my trip here more memorable was that I got to meet some bloggers and talk to others . (Its sad that I didnt get to meet all ).I even got to stay at Venkitu Narayan's place....... All the unknown and unseen faces whose blogs I read and who read my blogs , I never thought that I will meet these people or talk to them .Every blogger I have met has nice things to talk about others and every blogger has helped the others in their own ways.....Just think.... u dont know this person , never seen him or talked to him and that person comes to help you , makes you feel at home .Wont you feel happy ?especially when you are in a foreign land ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has made me more eager to travel to newer places and see places . People , when you are here make sure you make a few road trips here . Trust me , it will definitely be a memorable trip.Try your hands in trekking , hiking , skiing and what not . Also make sure you meet people from parts of the world and get to know their culture ....When you look into the world from other people's views , the world looks a whole lot different....Cauvery water is not the only issue in the whole world and bhangra is not the only dance .Here you get to do a whole lot of things that you may not get to do at home .Make use of it :-) ...And you must go to Pakistani restaurants . The food items in menu cards are the same as the ones you seen in Indian restaurants .You will get same tandoori items , tikka masala and biryani .But the food is heavenly . As for the chinese restaurants , you wont get the indianised chinese foods. You will get the Americanised chinese food ...wel..I prefer the Indian version :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having fun ..get back home ..&lt;em&gt;remember there is no place like home&lt;/em&gt; ....That is exactly what I am doing .I will be back in India on monday .Will catch up with you guys from there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS - As for the people who were asking me for treat on the occasion of my ficitious b'day , I have decided to treat them .yeah ...I will treat you guys ..I will give you HALWA ..specially kindified with loads of curses !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113909693725242652?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113909693725242652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113909693725242652' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113909693725242652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113909693725242652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/02/flying-back-home.html' title='flying back home'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113877010240790450</id><published>2006-02-01T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:16:15.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls - at home and in abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt; : Its not my birthday ...there has been a conspiracy against me by the opposition parties ..these people are spreading rumours about my birthday and are demanding treat ....without giving me gifts ...please help me fight this unfair war ..dont support them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you heard that it is tough to understand a girl ? The girls have got a very complicated thinking process and we guys dont understand whats in a girl's mind. I mean the guys are not smart enough to comprehend a girl's answer because a "no" means "yes" and a "yes" means "no" and there are times when "yes" means "yes" and "no" means "no".The complexity doesnt end here .A guy has to decipher that when a girl refuses to help him out with chemistry assignment and also gives him  a few cold stares then she means that she wants flowers . Why dont the girls just get the flowers themselves ? I mean how many times has a guy tried to hint a girl that he wants a beer ? If he wants beer  then he gets it by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I wish I could solve the puzzles the girls burden us with everyday , I hear some guys telling that girls change when they come abroad .When they say girls have changed do they mean the girls are more independent or less dependent on guys/family members ? If yes , then I guess its just that anyone who comes abroad has to be on his/her own .I know guys back home who cant go out on their own but when they go abroad they change.So being independent is not a girl or a guy thing ...its just a necessity when you are  abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the "girls change when in abroad" means that they know less about  Indian culture or they dont follow traditional stuffs , then again its a wrong statement .I have come across abroad settled families  who know more about Indian culture and who follow it more than most of the Indians back home.Some of these people are more Indians(as in patriotism)  than rest of us back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you talk about "kunija thalai nimuratha ponnu" ( women who dont make eye contacts with others )  and  the ones who only look at the floor when talking are not to be found in abroad , then let me tell you it has nothing to do with culture but with road.In India , all roads have lots of holes and uncovered manholes .So a girl walking on road looks down to avoid them . We are mistaking it for some kinda culture .You may ask then guys walking on those roads should also look down .Come on guys , you have to 2 options #) look out for the uncovered manholes #)look a the beautiful girl .Obviously every guy will choose to look at the girl.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only if guys were smarter , they had avoid the uncovered manholes ....and the girls&lt;/span&gt; .And of course , the roads abroad are safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people please enlighten me what you mean by saying that girls change when they come abroad .I find them as mysterious as ever ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exactly the ones who  claim to be an animal lover and against cruelty to animals ..but when you ask them for their favourite food , then the answer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken biryani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113877010240790450?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113877010240790450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113877010240790450' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113877010240790450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113877010240790450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/02/girls-at-home-and-in-abroad.html' title='Girls - at home and in abroad'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113815652923127406</id><published>2006-01-25T07:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:09:17.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfect lover .....damn</title><content type='html'>Too many pending tags to post ....I have few pending tags by &lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;Jaggu Chetah&lt;/a&gt; (which will have to wait ) but I decided to post on the tag by &lt;a href="http://trinityteal.blogspot.com/"&gt;trinity angel&lt;/a&gt; because it is about the perfect lover . ..now isnt that something to think about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years I have not thought about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 different points &lt;/span&gt;about the perfect lover (dai , pervert dogs ...dont imagine any crap now ) .What I am trying to say is that e&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very girl is beautiful in her own ways &lt;/span&gt;(I can hear claps by the same group which clapped in  &lt;a href="http://poomanam.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-pigs-will-fly.html"&gt;silverine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://poomanam.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-pigs-will-fly.html"&gt;'s&lt;/a&gt; post  ;)) . And I dont want to show any discrimination .So I try to give equal chances to all girls and , of course , I am so generous that I allocate room in my heart for every girl .This means every girl is special to me ,which, in turn means that I havent thought about what I am looking for in my perfect lover.Enough of the $h!t ...lets get on with the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex of the target :&lt;br /&gt;gujilies a.k.a figures a.ka.girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since words fail me when I try to describe my perfect lover , I will use names of  personalities,characters and other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attributes&lt;/span&gt; ( I meant this in a software engineer's language ) to describe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember Bhagyashree in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Pyar Kiya &lt;/span&gt;and Juhi Chawla in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qayamat Se Qayamat tak&lt;/span&gt; ? These movies must have been released when I was in kindergarden or in 1st std.I think I was in love with these 2 women .Since first love is something we cant forget , I could prefer my girl to be in line with these ladies .(Note - I didnt like Juhi in any other movie .From now on if  mention a movie name , it means I liked the actress in that movie  and as that particular character &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; and her presence in any other movie as any other character  has no impact on me ) .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been in love with Sonali Bendre many a times .So shades of Sonali Bendre needed in my perfect lover :D.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amala in Agninatchatiram (Tamil ) and Siva (Telugu ) .I fell for her when she said  her name as oru li , rendu li ..anju li ( in agninatchatiram ) .I envy Nagarjun ..because he got to marry her ...the only reason being I was a very small kid then :(( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amrita-rao.com/"&gt;Amrita Rao&lt;/a&gt; trys to tell her dad about her boy friend Sagar but she ends up asking if her dad needs more sugar in coffee.This Bru ad left me dreaming about her .So Amrita rao can become my girlfriend if she tries a bit hard ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Genelia D'Souza in boys ( Tamil ) ..Now ..Witchyangel , tamilponnu and all others ..keep away from commenting anything nasty about her ...Shes super cute ponnu :) .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asinonline.com/"&gt;Asin&lt;/a&gt; - Isnt she a goddess ? Ghazini (Tamil) is the movie that had guys going crazy about her .I am sure some guy is going to build a temple for her ....Isnt this the trend in Tamil Nadu now ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The above 6 points can be overlooked if her dad is stinking rich .I guess no more explaination is needed .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If she has a beautiful younger unmarried sister , then she has more chances of being my girl (I am referring to the elder one here ) :).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So the 8 points are done ...But wait guys ..let me tell you something  - As I said earlier every girl is beautiful in her own ways and no girl is perfect ( I am not saying guys are perfect either ) .All that it matters is how perfect you are as couples and not how perfect you are as individuals (Silverine ..u still clapping ?? ) .You guys got the message ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the universal truth aplies here too , the advice (as in the above paragraph )  is meant only for others and not me .So if you find any girl who matches the above 8 conditions please let me know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not tagging anyone here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113815652923127406?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113815652923127406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113815652923127406' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113815652923127406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113815652923127406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-lover-damn.html' title='Perfect lover .....damn'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113774102102636268</id><published>2006-01-20T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:51:15.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Biggest joke</title><content type='html'>I love playing practical jokes and I have also been on the receiving end .I understand that not everyone can stand practical jokes .Its perfectly fine .But can you imagine a joke which is big enough to get national level attention .. ? na..on second thoughts , the whole world may be laughing at this joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking that only I got junk people as my friends who enjoy pulling off such jokes .Oh my god ...the Americans have such a good sense of humour .You got to appreciate it .I was rolling on the ground when I saw this . I know that this was done to honour a past President .But it looks more of a joke than honouring a previous President .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ...if you are still wondering what I am talking about ...I am talking about &lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/cia/information/bush.html"&gt;George Bush center for intelligence&lt;/a&gt; .Come on man .....George Bush is to intelligence what Sunil shetty/Ayesha takia is to acting, Ganguly is to scoring runs , Rakhi Sawant is to fully dressed or nayanthara is to beauty . (I am not making any statement about Jothika )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113774102102636268?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113774102102636268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113774102102636268' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113774102102636268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113774102102636268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/01/biggest-joke.html' title='Biggest joke'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113721790712202570</id><published>2006-01-14T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:16:59.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fire alarms again !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fire alarms went off this time .No..no..definitely it wasnt because of my cooking .And it didnt happen in my apartment.It happened in my office .Again you are wrong ...no ..no ..there are no hot babes in my office ;) .My company is a kutti company with no 'kutti's in it .&lt;i&gt;Athu ennavo theriyala , enna mayam-oh theriyala ,&lt;/i&gt; whichever office I go to , there are no babes...&lt;i&gt;nadu nadu le maney , theney ,abirami ,sivakami add pannikonga &lt;/i&gt;.This is the reason why I like Chennai and Bangalore ..freaking so damn close to kerala-thu pen kutti-s .&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ogay , coming to the matter . This guy has also come here from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for a short trip .On that fateful day , he had forgotten to bring his access card and therefore was waiting outside for someone to open the doors of the office. Like all engineers , he is a pretty curious chap and so was meddling with some stuffs near the door . The problem is , he is a software guy .And like rest of us , he is equally good at messing up with things.He realised this when small lights , kept on the walls at regular interval , started flashing .He could also hear sounds (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;athu thaan ba ..namma ooru le sangu vuthura mathiri oru effect ..ethule savvu melam effect also imagine plz&lt;/span&gt;).It sounded like music played in funerals.The fire engine arrived and they evacuatated everyone in office and in few minutes time they came out and said that someone had pushed the fire alarm .It was a false call and they realised that someone had did something to the fire alarm.The hero of the story realized his mistake and apologised .He was given a small lecture and was left nursing the embarrasment.That was the fortunate part .Now , we got such a good chance to have fun and you think we will leave it here ..NEVER .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told him how people are punished for doing such things.We told him that he may have to pay a hefty fine and also since his actions were recorded through the video camera installed near the door, he may end up in jail . The color of his face drained and he was totally shaken .He even thought of returning back to India in the very next flight .And all this time , we were laughing at him (of course behind him. ) .Imagine the scene - 'two of us talking to him and telling him about the consequences while the others are laughing behind the scene.After sometime ,the first two are replaced by some other two and the first two join others to laugh' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We werent satisfied with the fun and we wanted more ,so some more processing was done in the background and he ended up getting a call from the Admin dept. He was just told what not to do with fire alarms and when he can touch them . But of course, there were some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra fittings&lt;/span&gt; in the lecture which shook this guy totally . And when he came out after the meeting was over , his expressions were so damn funny .Man...I havent laughed so hard in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did feel sorry for him and later consoled him and told him the truth .That guy doesnt believe us and he still is scared !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113721790712202570?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113721790712202570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113721790712202570' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113721790712202570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113721790712202570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/01/fire-alarms-again.html' title='Fire alarms again !!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113686901548124481</id><published>2006-01-10T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:33:52.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Britishers divided us ?</title><content type='html'>The common belief is that the "Divide and rule" policy of England has divided us into 3 nations (India , Pakistan and Bangladesh ) .And not only that , this policy has its effect even in today's society  (...of course  it  is still used by politicians).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is fine .But I had like to question the fact that England divided us into 3 different countries. Dont you think  they actually united us NOT divided us.Let me explain - India was ruled by many small kings and no kingdom was big enough compared to the  present India .Lets not go to the successful days of mughals or other empires .Lets talk about 18th century on (I know that East India company was established in 1600) . These small kingdoms could have been fighting with each other and do you think these kingdoms could have united to form one big nation? Not just these small kingdoms divided us , there were other factors too .For eg: Language , religion , caste ..these could have further divided India into smaller nations . The only point that united us was that we were under British rule and the Indenpendence movement got us together . It brought us "one nation" feeling..so much so that Britishers had to use "divide and rule" policy .&lt;br /&gt;So I would say that the present 3 nations in the Indian sub-continent are actually collection of smaller kingdoms rather than division of one big nation.Whats ur say ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113686901548124481?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113686901548124481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113686901548124481' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113686901548124481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113686901548124481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/01/britishers-divided-us.html' title='Britishers divided us ?'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113630168623703634</id><published>2006-01-03T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:01:13.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heights of creativity</title><content type='html'>Well...my cooking experiment is still on. The below mentioned dishes are not yet patented/copyrighted because I believe in "open source" stuffs... and also the best things in life comes free :) (eppadi namma philosophical touch ? ) ....Oggie , lets go to matter....I mean dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Apple Sambhar -  You could have heard about carrot or drumstick sambhar . But we made apple sambhar .The reason - we had invited a friend for dinner and we didnt want to serve him plain sambhar .And we didnt have any vegetables. The only thing we had was apple and we cut it and put it into sambhar.The friend who had come over thought it was pumpkin or something :)) .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer dosai - The more you are drunk , the more you will do crazy stuffs to get yourself more drunk .This is the second law of Drinking beer. The first one I forgot .The third law being you forget what you said when you are drunk . Seri..seri...We added beer to the Dosa platter and made yummy dosas.When you can have liquor chocs , then why not liquor Dosas ?&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;Neways , happy new year ppl.Let me Know how you spend your new year eve :) .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113630168623703634?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113630168623703634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113630168623703634' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113630168623703634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113630168623703634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2006/01/heights-of-creativity.html' title='Heights of creativity'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113565749424534717</id><published>2005-12-27T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:33:41.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Christmas weekend with school friends</title><content type='html'>I had been looking forward to the christmas weekend because I was to go to ski resort in Lake Tahoe with 2 of my school friends (one of whom I had last met some 3 or 4 years ago ) . I had fever from thursday on but I didnt want to miss the fun . So we decided to go ahead with the plan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends got me tablets from local pharmacy and me , being such an innocent guy , trusted those #$%@$ and had the tablet.Only then they told me that its some menstrual tablet .AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Its been long time since we had played a practical joke on someone and it so happened that this time it was on me. But I must admit that,  though they took unfair advantage of my situation , it was a very good joke. We laughed a long time talking about it .(During school days , once I had added laxative tablets to a drink and made my friend drink it :-D ). Other than this , the weekend was memorale for all right things .It lead to some of my "firsts" in life .For eg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first time I experienced Zero degree centigrade - Our car displayed the outside temperature and when it showed 0 degrees , I lowered the window glass and felt the cold air . I wont forget that moment for a long time :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First experience with snow - Since I come from Chennai where there is hardly enough water for daily needs ( except this year ) and where the sun GOD likes to shower his blessing as much as possible , my experience with snow is something unforgettable . As soon as I saw snow , I picked it up  and kept in my hands until my hands felt numb .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice skating and skiing - This is amazing fun . Everyone should try it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit this trip confused me a bit .I always had this is doubt if I am a leftie or a rightie or ambidextrous.My skiing instructor said that my left foot is my better side .But when I tried playing pool (yeah ...this is my second try at pool . The first one lasted for 5 or 7 seconds ) , I found that I am ambidextrous.I played equally well/bad with both my hands . Anyways, the bottom line is - I had fun .And also to be noted is that I didnt fall even once when ice skating and fell only twice when skiing .And coming to pool , I played okie considering the fact I am new to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip , me and my school friends spend some time talking about our school days and  friends. Something that came to our mind at that time  was that we were once told my our computer science teacher that we will never ever make progress in computer field.Ironically , all the 3 of us are in IT field and we have done well in our careers .I hope our computer teacher comes to know this .And also , I want to tell him that we are NOT sorry for doing all the nonsense we did in class , making fun of him and making him cry (yeah ..he really cried to us ..trust me he tears in his eyes ...can u see our evil laughs ??? ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could easily be the best ever christmas hols I ever had.Next weeken I will be In washington DC to meet &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/true-love.html"&gt;another school buddy&lt;/a&gt;  . The plan , as of now,  is to make him talk about his sad story while I laugh at him :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113565749424534717?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113565749424534717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113565749424534717' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113565749424534717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113565749424534717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-weekend-with-school-friends.html' title='Christmas weekend with school friends'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113523363687450850</id><published>2005-12-22T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:34:32.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking out loud</title><content type='html'>Most of people in India know more than one language .I know english, hindi,tamil and of course , my mother tongue.I am pretty comfortable in all the four languages .The language in which I speak depends on the person to whom I am talking and also depends on place, purpose etc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a step further, I was under the impression that the language in which I think depends on the language  in which I was talking earlier .But is this true ? I have observed that the language in which I think need NOT always depends  on the language in which I was talking earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the language in which we think  may depend on the topic about which we think.Not only that the language in which we think affects the way we think about the topic .So its more like a cyclic loop - the topic influences the language in which you think ...and this in turns influences the way you think about the topic .And also there are times that when you think on a certain topic then you always think in the same language ..also there topics where you think in any language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie ..guys ..summing it up - How much that a language in which you think affects your thinking ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113523363687450850?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113523363687450850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113523363687450850' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113523363687450850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113523363687450850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/12/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking out loud'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113486865289043022</id><published>2005-12-18T06:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:50:55.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Damn.........</title><content type='html'>Well...we were cooking . Thats the first surprise . It smelled good .That was the second surprise . Then the fire alarm went off .That was the third surprise/shock .We didnt know how to react. We opened the windows and tried to lessen the smoke effect . But the alarm didnt stop for quite sometime .But nothing else happened .No fire engine  or any thing of that sort .That was the fourth surprise . We werent sure if we got to be happy that no fire engine came or be worried that it didnt come ....never know .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113486865289043022?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113486865289043022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113486865289043022' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113486865289043022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113486865289043022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn.html' title='Damn.........'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113453163179516512</id><published>2005-12-14T08:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:25:24.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Okka question</title><content type='html'>I have one question -&lt;br /&gt;Why do people , here in the USA ,  think that people coming from India are eager to go to temples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here for little more than a month and I have been to 3 temples already .And the last time I went to temple was when I was in USA last year .I dont remember when was the last time I went to temple in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW ...I can come to temple ..but dont hand me the lyrics of "kantha sasthi kavacham" and ask me to recite/sing it .It looked more like Control systems question paper to me and I dont know how the hell I cleared that exam .May be Control system exam was the last reason why I went to temple ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113453163179516512?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113453163179516512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113453163179516512' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113453163179516512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113453163179516512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/12/okka-question.html' title='Okka question'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113410322168428658</id><published>2005-12-09T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:03:49.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Corrected Machi !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My previous post about realization, frustration and goals has got my friends concerned .I had chatted with some friends, talked on phone with others .Most of my friends said something like this - "dai enna da achu unnakku ? you were fine till last weekend .You were happy sight-adichifying , flirting with girls , doing dumb things that got you embarrassed .And now you speak I-got-a-dream kinda speech.Are you okie ?" .Some even went to extend of asking me to stay away from them if I continued talking about goals and other CRAPS :-( .So I was a bit down and then......I watched this movie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tamil movie should have been an oscar entry if not for the politics that prevail in Indian film industry . The movie is titled "Manmadhan" and it is about a casanova kinda guy who goes around "picking up" girls .And everytime he "corrects" a girl , there is a stamp on the screen displaying the playboy bunny , nike tick symbol and the words "corrected machi" .enna marketing athu..chance eh illai .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apporam , the leading actress is Jothika .This movie is a real good example of what wonders make-up can do .Can you believe that Jo looks beautiful in this movie!!!  .The good thing is that the hero "rejects" her when she proposes to him.And of course , since the movie has the next tamil super star (ahemm..I know opinions differ ..wait till Vallavan is released ) , it has some punch dialogues .One that caught my attention was "Vazhkai le yaru first-u varangannu mukkiyam illai , last le yaru first vanranganuradhu thaan mukkiyam...varen" .I think he was trying to say that "it doesnt matter who starts first , but what matters is who finishes first.I will come" .Enna philosophy ..I am impressed.Out goes my goals .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real good movie.I am so much inspired from this movie that I am planning to go to jogging tomorrow .Na..dont worry - no more goals , ralizations crap .Matter enna na , the other day while I was jogging I saw a babe .I am gonna "correct" her .Who knows you may see a playboy bunny with a nike symbol and the words "corrected machi" tomorrow on my blog :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manmadhan is here ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPE !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113410322168428658?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113410322168428658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113410322168428658' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113410322168428658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113410322168428658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/12/corrected-machi.html' title='Corrected Machi !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113374994231044413</id><published>2005-12-05T07:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:33:15.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This happened sometime last week.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke early that day .It had been raining all night and after having one look outside I decided to go out for jogging .Not that I am a regular jogger but it was such a beautiful day and I just found myself a reason to go out . It was pretty cold outside..I couldnt say I was feeling all that comfortable braving the cold wind.But I don't get chances to experience this is in Chennai :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was enjoying the beautiful day ; but later on  as I got warmed up after jogging for few minutes , I was lost in thoughts.I wasnt thinking about anything in particular .After some more time , I got tired(It has been long time since I have run ) .Under normal circumstances , when I am going to drop doing something , I try to stretch myself by setting a new target. As in the case of jogging , when I am too tired , I  tell myself that I had run for few more minutes or try to run till that tree at the end of the road or things like that to stretch my goal.This day was different .I continued running even though I was physically too tired . I don't think I have run this distance ever and I am pretty sure I must have broken previous record of mine.But I wasnt happy.I kept running .It was then I realized something .I stopped and I was very irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized that , off late , I have been distracted from my goals.Not that I am complaining about the new things I have been trying recently . I love to explore new things and I welcome changes.But what irritated me was that I have deviated from my goals.The intermediate things now seem more important than my final destination.It was more like what I was doing at that particular moment ...I had been literally running to nowhere !!! This is freakin frustrating ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And also , I realized that some people have picturised me in a particular way and I am trying to live as they have picturised me.Why ? No idea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to my apartment disgusted.It had started to drizzle by then.The cool drizzle helped me to cool down a bit. Though I was irritated , the realization made me happy for I was feeling more like myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Normally I prefer to post "not-so-serious" articles.I have made an exception here because I know that I have wasted a lot of time on doing nothing .The intention of this post is that if anyone of you reading this has been deviated from your goals, then dude it is high time you go back and think for few minutes. I hope atleast you guys save some time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113374994231044413?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113374994231044413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113374994231044413' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113374994231044413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113374994231044413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/12/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113332591664424756</id><published>2005-11-30T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:27:35.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks givin weekend</title><content type='html'>Thanks giving weekend is a big occassion here .People get around 4 - 5 days off and they celebrate by going out , by organizing dinners , get togethers etc..Well...I was under the assumption that it is in this time that people thank their parents , God etc.But only few days back I got to know the real reason.Thanks giving weekend is nothing but the time when the Americans thank the (red) Indians for teaching them to survive here and also for giving the land.What a novel way to thank !!! ..isnt it simple?- " Dudes , you teach us how to live here and give us your land . We will reciprocate by thanking you once in year by organizing a thanks giving day.On that day you will be remembered and you will be given a turkey to eat !!! " ....Well..there is a proverb - when in Peterland , do as the Peters do. So whatever the historical or geographical reasons , I didnt complain . I too spend the thanks giving day as the Americans do ..I went for a trip .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to LA with my school friend and his colleagues.We drove through the beautiful mountains.Though the route wasn't listed as a scenic route , trust me , its a very beautiful road.The road system here shows how much India lags behind , especially when it comes to infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/u_studios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/u_studios.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Universal Studios.Man ...that was fun .It was very crowded and for every ride/show we had to wait for long.For some shows , the waiting time was around 1 hour and the wait in the queue itself was like a ride (now..that was a sarcastic statement if u didnt get the tone :-) ) .The ride we all enjoyed was "the revenge of the mummy" ..guys dont miss this one if you visit Universal studios.Its real good and fun .We waited for more than an hour for the short ride of 40 seconds.My friends told me that usually it is longer but due to the large crowd the ride was shortened .When I look back now , it was morelike waiting for long hours in queue in tirupathi to see God.And when you see Balaji (athaan ba ..lord venkatajalapathi ) , some dumb guy says "jhargandi ...jahargandi .." ( I think it means "keep moving" in telugu ) .The wait was long but the few seconds in the ride was ultimate and memorable ...btw ..nothing religious in the comparison I have used .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apporam .. I met my cousin , his wife and their cute kids .He took me to Malibu temple .It is pretty famous out here .Damnnnnnn....I dont know why it happens to me alone .No babes in this temple too...cha..Oh lord ,what wrong did I do to be cursed like this ? Apart from this , I enjoyed my stay in LA .And it was made more memorable as I got to meet my friend .I had been looking forward to meet her ever since I came to USA .I am pretty sure she too will remember it ...but for the wrong reasons .She thinks that I got her bad luck as she banged her car into some other car while she was driving to meet me .And worse still, the voice recognition software in her car failed miserably when she was trying to show off :-) .She ordered "Fan speed two " and the voice recognition software replied ""39 miles to destination" . And I was blamed for everything that went wrong with her on that day ...... .Hey you people ..do support me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie ..I had lotsa fun and will keep you updated .As of now , let me go back and work :-(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS : I havnt been able to comment on all your blogs .But trust me I do read them .I leave comments in as many blogs as possible :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113332591664424756?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113332591664424756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113332591664424756' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113332591664424756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113332591664424756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-givin-weekend.html' title='Thanks givin weekend'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113282027434861877</id><published>2005-11-24T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:15:29.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How ya doin ?</title><content type='html'>It was my first trip to USA and my first day to office here.My heart started beating faster when I saw a beautiful girl walking towards me.And before I realised , when she was few metres away from me , she had a beautiful smile on her face and said "how ya doin ? " .My heart skipped a beat and by the time I could put up a "romantic look" and a smile on my face she walked past me.Again at the office , I was asked "how do you do ? , hows u ? " and similiar questions by women of all ages.I went to the restroom and checked myself in the mirror.I was neatly dressed but I couldn't call myself dashing .Whatever ..who cares ...all the women seem to find reasons to talk to me.I was flying until a guy entered the restroom and asked "how do you do" ? I was like ..oho..yeah gr8 .Now , I might be looking good ( ..high hopes ah ? ) , but still I didnt want guys' attention.If this wasnt enough , every guy on the floor I met asked me the same question and every person had the weird smile on his face .I knew that Americans were "broadminded" , but I didnt want to be on the receiving side.Come on , I thought that it was more like equivalent of eve-teasing.I dodged every look from any person untill my colleage told me that it was just a greeting and people greet strangers here :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I tried greeting people at the Elliots beach , Chennai .Hey ..how you doing ? and the girl will say "ponnu konjam azhaga irukka kudathey , udana vanthu oothivingala" .Or if I tried it on a kid , the kid could say "ayyo...kozhanda pidikurey puchandi vanduta..run" and the kids mom could say "I told you never to talk to strangers" and then she might slap the kid.The slap is meant to hurt you more than the kid.Or if you greeted your friend asking hows he doing he could say "dai loose ah da ni ? we met 3 hours back " .So by the law of whatever , if you have walked 150 metres , you could have greeted 60 people , got slapped by 13 girls , scared away 20 kids and the rest could consider you mentally challenged .And also you could have got the beach police sweating ..err.. I meant they might get suspicious and might be following you with their huge thoppai (bellly ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be great if people back home could greet strangers and respond back.The above 3 scenarios described could be like this ...to kid - hey how u doin ? and the kid says good.now you ask - so whats ur sister's name (..now do you get what I mean ? ).Or your friend - howdy ? he say "gr8 da" .And you can go- " kewl da ..so lets go to pub and celebrate .You can buy me the drinks" .Or if you see a beautiful girl walking alone and you ask her - "hows your day been ? " and she says - not bad. Then at this moment , arrange someone to play "Lets make it a night to remember " song and stretch out your hand reaching for her hand like Shahrukh in DDLJ and tell her - I could make it better if you let me walk with you ".(warning - this idea is highly injurious to health.It is performed by experts under the supervision of other experts .So dont try it at home) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But greeting may not be all that fun.Imagine you are very dejected because the beautiful girl next door called you uncle ( crashed your world ) or if your manager denied you a leave ( it doesnt matter if it is a sunday ..does it ? ) or if one week from now is the first anniversay marking the day you proposed to your girlfriend and you are desperately trying to ditch her because she is expecting an expensive gift for the occassion ...or any other reason.And then you meet this cheerful guy who comes smiling and asks you how you doing. you will be like - vanthutaya ..vanthata.It could be more like adding fuel to fire and you could wish that you could throw stones at him and hit on his head till he falls down.You could then complete the revenge by asking him - "now how do u feel dude ? " ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..and guess what ..when I make a call to home .The first thing dad could ask is " eppadi da irrukey" (how are you ) ? ..oh god ..save me .It looks like this is the most difficult question to answer at this point of time (supposed to be a bit pholosophical  ) ...Can I please use "phone a friend " option ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113282027434861877?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113282027434861877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113282027434861877' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113282027434861877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113282027434861877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-ya-doin.html' title='How ya doin ?'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113255549921916915</id><published>2005-11-21T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:36:41.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>memorable weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/PB202975.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/PB202975.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venkitu Narayan + Shivshankar+Uma's cooking +two sweet kids =  Jagan had fun ( as in above pic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a memorable weekend.I think you could have already seen posts on the weekend in &lt;a href="http://mindyourwords.blogspot.com/2005/11/bonded-by-web.html"&gt;ShivShankar &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://mentalcentral.blogspot.com/2005/11/great-weekend.html"&gt;Narayan's &lt;/a&gt;blogs . So I am not going to write on the nice things on this post .I will write on -ve things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to learn cooking .May be Uma (Narayan's wife) was trying to save me and Shivshankar from danger and the after effects of Narayan's cooking or may be we were given an excuse to come to their house again.I  think it is the latter and I will definitely use  learning to cook as an excuse to go there once again .seri ..seri ..I know what u guys are asking - dai OC le sooru potta udane avanga veedukku poi dera poduratha ? I dont deny the fact that we could go just for the amazing food Uma cooks , but I also cherish the time we had there .It wasnt like we were meeting for the first time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temple&lt;/span&gt; - Narayan took me to Livermore temple today .Well ....last time I went to temple was a year back ..and that too when I was in USA and my cousin forcibly took me there .Now tell me why guys of my age could go to temple ? of course we go to sight adichify .I did see some girls ......but none in half saree .athu enna theriyallai ..nammakku ponnunga thavani pottukitu , thalai le malli poo vachi irunda , rombha pidikkum .athu thani kick thaan machi ..appadi-ey manasu alai payum.enna nachu feeling athu . I missed that in this temple . Now..this reminds me ...a friend of mine ,here in LA , had promised me to take me to temple when I meet her. I hope atleast she takes me to a good temple :-) .&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Narayan - Its gr8 to know that myself and Shiv had made you feel younger .When you come to India , I will definitely take you to places (not to bars/pubs ..but to temples ;-) ) where you will feel much more younger :-) ..and your memories from college days could repeat again in reality :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Shiv- machi , I will definitely come over  to your place . Lets explore the places around your town :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113255549921916915?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113255549921916915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113255549921916915' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113255549921916915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113255549921916915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/memorable-weekend.html' title='memorable weekend'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113218499588444449</id><published>2005-11-17T05:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:06:15.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More experiments...</title><content type='html'>I think am experimenting too many things nowadays .Previously I had stated that I want to experiment trying to be a &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/experimenting.html"&gt;loner &lt;/a&gt;. That one was by choice .But the experiment I am talking now is a matter of survival . Its freaking hard and I have never had tears in my eyes before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last week when I was still staying in the hotel and I was hit by the jetlag .It was pretty late in the night and I was wide awake.I was damn hungry and I didnt know what to do because I knew pretty well that all the eat outs could be closed by then . Luckily I had a "MTR ready to eat" tamarind rice pack .To eat this , I was supposed to keep the pack in water and heat it .There were no utensils in the hotel room and .You should be knowing that I am a lazy butt, and at home ,I have not even moved a pencil from one place to another .The only physical exercise I do is to type on the keyboard .So due to laziness , I decided against picking up phone and calling the front desk or to go out and explore . Though I dont do much physical exercise , I do exercise my grey cells ...brains , pretty often :-) ..I can get pretty innovative at times (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;can you hear the music&lt;/span&gt; ? ..because I am blowing my own trumpet ;-) ) . So what did I do ? I filled the bath tub with hot water and put the pack in the hot water for few minutes .Apporam enna ....it was ready to eat and I ate it .Trusted me ..it wasnt the best food ..but it felt heavenly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my second experience with cooking .Last time I had tried cooking was when I was in home ...some 2 years back or so.That time , I had turned the kitchen into a war zone .After that day I was banned from entering the kitchen.So I had never learned to cook .But here , you need to cook becos you cant eat everyday at KFC or chinese restaurants .So me and my roomie planned to try cooking again . Since my roomie knew more (???) about cooking than I did , he decided to make sambhar and rice .I was asked to cut vegetables and onions . (BTW ..is onion a vegetable ? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The music that you heard due to blowing my own trumpet stops here :-)&lt;/span&gt; ) . While I was cutting onions, my eyes were red and tears were flowing . I had to wash my face many a times before I could cut the onions .Man..I had never forget this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...while experimenting , we managed to repair the microwave oven.And all said and done , we did cook something :-))) ..yahoooooooooooooooo ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this , when I told my dad about this , he said that I am getting ready for marriage ....Man ..my dad neednt encourage me , but it could be better off if he didnt threaten me with such statements :-(( .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113218499588444449?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113218499588444449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113218499588444449' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113218499588444449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113218499588444449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-experiments.html' title='More experiments...'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113175716376798766</id><published>2005-11-12T06:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:29:47.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Con-FUSED</title><content type='html'>Last time I had been to the USA , I was confused and found it difficult to adjust ..And this time too I am confused ...Yeah dudes .. everyone in USA does things wrongly ..and everything works in the wrong way .Some of the wrong things done here are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;People here drive on the wrong side of the road .&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You have to switch off the light to switch it on and vice versa .&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The ground floor is called the first floor and the first floor is called the second floor and so on.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The date is wriiten in the mm/dd/yyyy format which is so darn wrong and so darn confusing.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The worstestest thing is waiting for signal to cross the road . Enna freedom ethu ? freakin... I dont have the freedom to cross the road as and when I like (The birth right , of we the Indians , is snatched away the moment we land here :-(( ) .Plus ..they have camera installed to catch violators (..vitta sun TV le telecast pannuvanga polla irrukku )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The other thing is people eat here with fork and knife .Back home in India , I had rather kill myself than be caught eating with fork (you know ..if you are caught in this act ..you will be branded as Peter for the rest of your life ..which by itself is an insult of highest degree ) .But here it is a norm...of course , everyone is a Peter or Mary here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year , in Raleigh , I had been to a popular local Indian restaurant ( local restaurant here doesnt mean our Nair tea kadai or Andhra mess ..Local restaurant here, by itself , is better than the star hotels back home ..but who the hell wants to eat in the star hotels ??? ) .I was eating roti,naan etc . and was enjoying myself .An American couple were seated in the next table.They too had roti , paratha etc and were eating with knife and fork . They saw me eating with hand and gave me a weird look. I am not sure if they had not seen any person eating with hand or if they were looking at me for help to tell them how to eat the roti .I smiled at them and told them that Indian food tastes better when eaten with hand and also its more fun that way.The couple smiled at me and they started eating with their hands :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to teach such good things to the Peters and Marys out here .Next I may be teaching them the "&lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/code-of-language.html"&gt;is the&lt;/a&gt;" language of the Dalda Dappas :-) .I wish I knew how to wear the lungi (Dalda Dappa Dress code ) so that I could teach these guys that too :-) ..I know its a freakin shame not to know how to wear a lungi especially since I am a memeber of the Dalda Dappas :-(( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ..lets Indiani&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;e this place ...and God bless America !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS : if you are in  a mood for fighting , then have a look at &lt;a href="http://jeevarchana.blogspot.com/2005/11/war-again.html"&gt;Archana's post&lt;/a&gt; ..please fight there :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113175716376798766?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113175716376798766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113175716376798766' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113175716376798766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113175716376798766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/con-fused.html' title='Con-FUSED'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113158396408987894</id><published>2005-11-10T06:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:00:07.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>experimenting !!!</title><content type='html'>I have always been keen about experimenting and exploring new things ..like trying out some new restaurant or piercing my ears or taking a new route to office or whatever . I look forward to changes and making things more interesting .But there  is something which I had never tried so far because I was never keen about it and never did I think that I may give it a shot.Ppl ..am talking about living a life like a "loner" .I don't think I could consider something so drastic if I were in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a loner ...I have always been used to people(namely , my friends) around me most of time .I do go to some deserted beach on the ECR (Chennai ) and do sit there alone at times. Yeah .. I do like to spend some time myself. But that doesnt mean that am a loner. I had go mad if am alone for long. I have always been lucky to be in company of some junk person or the other who could keep me entertained (rather not bored ) .And if not , I could just go and talk with people , try to get to know them . I am more comfortable that way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realise that most of my friends, here in the USA ,are used to ....rather prefer being lonely .I don't know if it has got to do with privacy or that they dont want others to interfere in their life nor they want to interfere in their life .I have been talking about this to a newly found friend here .This is the first time I am referring to her as friend and I had want her to know that I respect her views , though many at times , I couldn't completely agree with her.Man..I do admire her (..hey lady ..are you reading this ? ...now enough of the flattery ;-) ) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  I chatted to&lt;a href="http://chillinmyspace.blogspot.com/"&gt; j'adore&lt;/a&gt; regarding this . I am really determined to try being a loner .I will try it with open mind and will let you know which lifestyle I prefer ( by the end of my stay in the USA ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys ..Am not sure if many people back home can relate to being lonely..as in really lonely .But I am sure most of the ppl abroad could have experienced this kinda situation.All you guys - do let me know your opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS : I am looking forward to meet Venkitu .Will talk to adengappa by the end of this week and am expecting a mail from IBH . And of course ....could like to hear from the others too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113158396408987894?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113158396408987894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113158396408987894' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113158396408987894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113158396408987894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/experimenting.html' title='experimenting !!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113139731787712370</id><published>2005-11-08T02:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:48:37.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>US of A</title><content type='html'>I knew that there was a trip to the USA on the cards .But I didnt know that it will happen in such a short notice.I didn't have time to inform many people.Neways ..am in Santa Clara , California .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was pretty good but was very tiring. I think I have just managed to travel to the USA by the longest route possible (bangalore-Singapore-Hong kong-San Franisco ) . I have travelled for more than 24 hours :-( . It could have been worse if not for a cheerful sardar ji , who was sitted beside me for the longer part of the journey ,made me smile with his hilarious comments on everyting that happened on the flight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was otherwise uneventful.Wait..I didnt tell you this ..In the Hong Kong airport , I had some time to kill.I was porrikifying in the airport when 3 Japanese ladies approached me.They spoke to me in broken english and then they offered me a Japanese fruit called khee-khee or something .Immediately I was reminded about the video I keep seeing at the Chennai railway central (when I wait to catch Bangalore train ) . The video warns travellers not to accept any eatables offered by the strangers .I guess you all should be knowing the biscuit gang (they offer biscuits to travellers which makes the travellers unconsicous and then they steal from the travellers ) .So me too was wondering if I should accept the fruit offered by them . I was confused but I accepted it. The fruit was good and luckily nothing happened . I thanked the ladies in Japanese (tho mari atho or something ..they understood and smiled ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apporam ..I reached SFO safely .My company had arranged a limo (can you believe that !!!) to pick us up .This was my first ride in limo and I made the best of it .I rolled on the seats and the floor and jumped around. The driver gave me a weird look ..but who the hell cares :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways ..am back to office ..I will be doing the same crap as what I was doing in Bangalore but I guess I will get screwed more over here .I will be here for the next 3 months and hope to talk/meet bloggers from the USA . So people do write to me ..may be we can meet .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113139731787712370?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113139731787712370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113139731787712370' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113139731787712370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113139731787712370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/us-of.html' title='US of A'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113100107040216498</id><published>2005-11-03T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:51:40.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Parents know their kids well</title><content type='html'>Hey people .... if you think I hadn't updated my blog because I had been busy porrikifying in Chennai , then you are wrong . I got a call from office and I had to rush back to bangalore .So I didnt get to spend much time with &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-rain-go-away.html"&gt;my niece &lt;/a&gt;or my parents  or friends ........or the&lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-at-first-sight.html"&gt; cute thing&lt;/a&gt; . My friends and parents could understand. The cute thing can wait ..if she can't then I can get another cute thing . But my 11 months old niece ....man..it was tough to leave her and come ..I felt so bad when she cried as I was leaving . orey peelings ma ..Neways am back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie coming to the matter ..I mean  to today's  post . I justed wanted to share something that happened to my roomate .It is a good example of how much our parents know us. My roomie got a call from his dad the other day .His dad asked him about some  IT company in Bangalore and wanted to know where this company is and if we could help to find accomodation for his friend's child who had got an offer from that company . My roomate had no idea about this company and he had no intentions of taking pains to help his dad's friend's child . So he tried giving all excuses but his dad didn't give up. After some time my roomie seemed too enthu to help his dad .He started making calls and finding details about the company and also details for accomodations. Then he told his dad all the details he could get.Only later did we know that his dad told him that he was trying to help his friend's daughter who has got an offer in that company and also his dad mentioned that she looks pretty !!! .His dad knew how to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really nice that our parents know us well .But its not fair if they make use of our weakness and use it to their advantage.What do you guys say ah ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113100107040216498?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113100107040216498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113100107040216498' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113100107040216498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113100107040216498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/11/parents-know-their-kids-well.html' title='Parents know their kids well'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113059805327663554</id><published>2005-10-29T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:30:53.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>My prayers have been answered . I have reached Chennai and its freaking sunny today .And the diwali vacation has started with a bang. I went for shopping with my friends .We guys finished shopping in matters of few minutes . But these girls ....my god. They looked around for few hours and decided not to buy anything. athukku we could have atleast saved some time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to a local fast food and hogged like crazy . Man ..I am in paradise :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways..I will be busy in the coming week , porrikifying with my friends . so advanced wishes for diwali .Have fun .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113059805327663554?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113059805327663554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113059805327663554' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113059805327663554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113059805327663554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113038829315345691</id><published>2005-10-27T10:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:00:27.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>I love when it is raining .I have walked 9 kms in rain (senthil ...I know you wont forget that day ;-) ) .And I freakin enjoy getting drenched in rain and following it up with ice cream .But now I want the rain to stop . More rain , no train ..and its a big pain ..eppadi namma rhyming statement ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to chennai and spend the diwali hols there for the following reasons (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly in order of importance/priority &lt;/span&gt;) :&lt;br /&gt;#1) Shivani will leave for Delhi next weekend and I dont know how long I have to wait to meet her again. See her photo and then you will realise why I am addicted to my digi camera nowadays :-) .&lt;br /&gt;#2) I will get to meet my friends who will be in town for the hols .&lt;br /&gt;#3) Of course , I got to meet the cute thing ;-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys ..do pray that the rain stops .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113038829315345691?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113038829315345691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113038829315345691' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113038829315345691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113038829315345691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-113013531081260858</id><published>2005-10-24T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:21:02.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Code of language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you can say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"un munji le yen pichaang kai vekka"  &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"vootule sollitu vandutiya"  &lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kamosh ..mein tere khoon phee jhavunga"  &lt;/span&gt;, then you have got good chances of becoming a member of Dalda Dappa rowdy gang . But we need to spread Dalda dappa to people who dont know tamil or hindi and we cant let language be an obstruction to our fame. So I think we should communicate in a common language . Since all of us have studied ( ???) in english medium schools , we can take up english as the official language. But we need to speak porrikki english . The "wanna gonna " style of english is too westernized and we need something more Indian ( patriotism ? ) .So I have decided to introduce the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS THE &lt;/span&gt;" language to the DALDA DAPPDAs . I learnt it from a friend who porrikified in Hindustan college of engineering . This itself is the proof of the usefullness/greatness of the "IS THE" language .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the language - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please forget your "gramar and speling " for the time being&lt;/span&gt; . Suppose you ask your friend how he did his exams and he replies saying " that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; gone " , he is trying to tell you that he will flunk in that exam. Please note the usage of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the &lt;/span&gt;" in the sentence . This is very important because we will be using this in all the statements .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now example no.2 - Now if your friend says "you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; gone" , then this can be interpreted in many ways depending on the context and the tone usage . If your friend in angry and says this , then he means "you get lost" .If he is more angry than previously assumed , then he is saying that you are finished . In such cases it is better you stay away from him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also note that when speaking in past tense , you cant say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was the&lt;/span&gt;"  .You have to say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the &lt;/span&gt;" irrespective of the the tense used . This language is bit complex but is very interesting ..especially if you want to confuse people .So guys practise hard :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last message - I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; request all the members of Dalda Dappas or those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; want to be member to post one article on "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt;" language .You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt;  practise to talk this language else you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - &lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;Jaggu bhai&lt;/a&gt; , I will post on the tag later as I need to spend some time on that post.&lt;br /&gt;To others ..there is another tag coming your way ;-) ..this is one is nice ..trust me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-113013531081260858?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/113013531081260858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=113013531081260858' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113013531081260858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/113013531081260858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/code-of-language.html' title='Code of language'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112979217017736309</id><published>2005-10-20T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:39:30.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ayya - kannada film  (trekking - 2 )</title><content type='html'>well .. I am really getting obessed about kannada now. I even manageed to watch a kannada movie :-) . We watched it this sunday while waiting for the train at birur.This happened right after the trek .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous evening , at the top of the hills , was a memorable day . In the evening , when the sun set , it was like the what we used to draw in LKG/UKG classes ..remember we used to draw the sun setting between 2 hills . It was the same beautiful sight. We tried chasing the sun down . We ran across the hills but couldnt really follow the sun . Then in the night I spend some time alone sitting alone at the edge of the hill. It was such a beautiful feeling ..the mist settling down .You experienced how it is when you are in midst of the clouds and the chill wind blowing ? It wasnt really misty or anything but it was a bit cold . Its really nice to spend some time with yourself in such an environment...with stars all around you and the moon shining down at you ..orey peelings machi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Pradeep and Vijay told me about their previous trekking experience. These guys have really got me hooked now .We slept late and so I missed the sun rise .I really reget it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://peejay.myphotoalbum.com/view_photo.php?set_albumName=album15&amp;id=DSCN8478"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://peejay.myphotoalbum.com/view_photo.php?set_albumName=album15&amp;id=DSCN8478" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we packed the tents and left for Santaveri .From there we caught a bus to Birur to catch the return train to Bangalore .It was then when I was made to watch the kannada movie "ayya" at a local theatre . It had dialogues similiar to tamil movie "madurai" (eg: nan convent school le padikalai , corporation school le padichain ) . In a song the movie , the heroine(namma rakshiita) was compared to tabla. Yeah..I wish I could have that song as ringtone of my cell . In other words , the movie was as bad as ...or rather as good as the tamil film "madurai" ...We were rolling on the floor laughing while the other locals were looking at us. Good that we had to catch a train and started off early ..else we could have been beaten up by the local fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways , am looking forward to watching more kannada movies ..especially upendra's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112979217017736309?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112979217017736309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112979217017736309' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112979217017736309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112979217017736309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/ayya-kannada-film-trekking-2.html' title='ayya - kannada film  (trekking - 2 )'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112963482257691111</id><published>2005-10-18T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:33:18.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trekking - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_06341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_06341.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_06291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_06291.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_06701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_06701.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For long I had wanted to bag pack and go to remote places ..far off from city pollution/noises .I wanted to go to places untouched by civilization ...in simple words " nature at its best ". And this weekend I experienced such a thing .I should start off with thanking note to &lt;a href="http://calvinstolemybrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pradeep  &lt;/a&gt;and his group of friends . These people let me join them for the trek to Kalhattigiri which is some 200 Km from bangalore.They really made me feel as if I was out with my school/college days friends .They made me realize my weakness ....yeah not knowing kannada is a big weakness when u are with 15 others who are screaming in kannada.I couldn't participate in all the fun talks due to this .Actually speaking , my silence must have made them think that I am a well-behaved chap.Dudes ..being a part of Dalda Dappas, the well-behaved title is more of an insult than a compliment to me.Let me tell you something - "Naanu kannada kalithu kannadadalli nimma jothe maathaaduve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the shimoga express on friday night. The journey began with the usual introductions , hi and knowing the nicknames and the reason behind such a nickname . Shruti was called vanar ..trust me her ticket was booked with the name "vanar" .I think the nickname suited her as she jumping around and was super enthu.Santosh was nicknamed kitta because he told a "matter" joke when these people were in school and the main character was named kitta in that .Poor chap ..he must be still regretting for trying to "enlighten" his friends about "life" .:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_05751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_05751.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the way to lingadhahalli ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached birur at 3 in the morning .Most of us hadnt slept during the journey but were still not sleepy.Some these guys also had running race to warm up . Then we had breakfast and caught a bus to Lingadhahalli .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then from there we caught another bus to&lt;br /&gt;Kalhattigiri.We started trekking from this place.&lt;br /&gt;We got help from two locals who could accompany us to the camping spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Sujay .....Sujay is a funny guy and gave me company most of  the times.Anirudh and Sujay are tamil movie freaks :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We walked through the coffee estates initially.And then we walked throught close to water streams .It was so beautiful and I think you guys should go there . &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once . &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/320/IMG_0602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/1600/IMG_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112963482257691111?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112963482257691111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112963482257691111' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112963482257691111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112963482257691111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/trekking-day-1.html' title='Trekking - Day 1'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112920194170248858</id><published>2005-10-13T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:28:06.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It is raining</title><content type='html'>Looks like rain has been following me. It was raining yesterday in Chennai and this morning when I reached Bangalore , it was raining.It is so damn beautiful out here and what I saw this morning made it even more beautiful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at ATM and cursing the long queue .It was drizzling and the road was filled with smal streams of water flowing.People were avoiding the water streaming by jumping across and some lifted there pants/skirts to avoid getting wet(everyone does that ..don't we ? ). It was then she walked by.She was really good looking ( read it as hot ) .She was wearing a short denim skirt.And she too avoided the water streams.Na...dudes ..shes didnt jump to avoid.She did something better and trust me , it was really a beautiful sight (na..dont take it in vulgar sense ) .I dont know if she did it due to habit or if she forgot that she was wearing a short skirt , she lifted her skirt a bit while crossing the water streams .It reminded me of the tamil movie "Boys" .Such a beautiful sight :-).It was one of those moments when time freezes and everything comes to a still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my cell phone beeped alerting me of an incoming message.I cursed it and then I looked around.I saw that every guy within 100 metres radius had his eyes trained on her !!! .Not sure how many have lost their sleep today because of her ;-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;UPDATE : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://visithra.blogspot.com/2005/10/lamp-postin-sogam.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Visithra&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;has  come up with a very hilarious post :-) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112920194170248858?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112920194170248858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112920194170248858' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112920194170248858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112920194170248858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-is-raining.html' title='It is raining'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112896192124529817</id><published>2005-10-10T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:14:20.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Success, success, success !!!</title><content type='html'>"Success,success,success" - this is what Shivaji Ganeshan uttered in his first movie (if I am not mistaken ) . This is exactly how I feel about the first "Dalda Dappas" meet n meeting the other bloggers.I will put a kutti post about the bloggers I met :-) .(I will post the photos later ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday -&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="onemoreiyervaal.blogspot.com"&gt;Ram&lt;/a&gt; : I know this idiot since my college days . So am not posting a biased view about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bvirdee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Virdi&lt;/a&gt; : I have read the hilarious comments he leaves in &lt;a href="http://sayesha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sayeesha's&lt;/a&gt; blog .Of course , ppl are fans of his comments and it was cool meeting him . Hes got super cool sense of humour and easy-go attitude. And when he told me the reason why he has started blogging , I was floored. He has done a great job ..Okie..okie ..this is the first time I am mentioning about him in my blog .So I have written nice things about him ..just hoping that he returns the compliments :-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://srivatsanmurali.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vatsan&lt;/a&gt; : I had talked to him over the phone and I had teased him badly. Any person with &lt;em&gt;manam ..sudu..soranai&lt;/em&gt; .. could have hanged himself with a shoe lace by now .But he didn't do and he turned up for the dalda dappas meeting :-) .After seeing this huge 6'1'' chap , I kept my mouth shut (I didn't want to get beaten up ;-) ). He is a bike freak and loves to collect bike .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://priyaunplugged.blogspot.com"&gt;Priya&lt;/a&gt; : The thalai of the Dalda dappas. I am not saying anything about her because I dont want to go against our underworld company.I will just put a few points and you guys tell me which of these is &lt;strong&gt;NOT true&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;#1) She will definitely get an arrear in her first semester exam . (who the hell wants a MBA graduate as a leader for rowdy gang ? ) .&lt;br /&gt;#2)She is a super duper tubelight . (yeah..she does make our life very BRIGHT ) .&lt;br /&gt;#3) She carries a blue bag which she snatched from a temple priest .And this is the greatest crime she has committed .and gez what ..she thinks that the blue bag is sexy ;-) .&lt;br /&gt;#4)All the above statements are false .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeevan &lt;/a&gt;: Myself and vatsan went to Jeevan's house and met him .I had planned to meet him earlier but couldn't do so . I am really glad that I made it this time. I hadn't spoken to Jeevan earlier but when I met him I thought he spoke like one of those kutti sweet kids. He is really a kid by heart.Jeevan ..you know its really nice to be innocent and sweet.I am sure many people will come and meet you . And of course..next time I will meet your parents too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday:&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vee-jay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vee-Jay &lt;/a&gt;: If you are from IT field and if you worked in any of the Indian firms , then I am pretty sure you had share my feelings about the project leads and managers ..I simply hate those species :-d . I had to change my opinion when I met Vee-jay .One of the dignified women I have met . ..BLAH...BLAH... seri ..Vee-jay you owe me a treat now :-d . Aunty ..aunty ...ennaku antha chocolate vennum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;a href="http://alfrescopages.blogspot.com/"&gt;ayanthi &lt;/a&gt;: The late joiner ...Poor thing ..she came from the office to meet us . It was really nice that she made it ...assuming all the trouble my college juniors must be making in her office . I haven't read her blogs before until now.Looks like one more addition to my blogroll .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://samy-scribbles.blogspot.com"&gt;Samy &lt;/a&gt;: Well.. We are/were related to same IT firm .And guess it helped us to get along well pretty well..Yeah..we cribbed about the company . He has got nice sense of humour and had the courage to tease vatsan in his presence . Samy has got my respect for that single fact.And yes ..Haven't read his blogs before and hence another addition to blogroll .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met a quite a lot of bloggers this week. And am looking forward to meet more. Somehow ..after meeting them ..I feel like I have known them for long . Its more meaningful to leave a comment in these people's blog now ..since I dont have to worry how they had take my comments .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people ..I really had a gr8 time with you guys :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112896192124529817?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112896192124529817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112896192124529817' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112896192124529817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112896192124529817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/success-success-success.html' title='Success, success, success !!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112869648915204285</id><published>2005-10-07T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:18:09.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rendezvous !!!</title><content type='html'>A quick post on the "dalda dappa n other bloggers rendezvous" before I leave for Chennai ...&lt;br /&gt;As of now :&lt;br /&gt;Time : 330 Pm&lt;br /&gt;Place : Planet Yum - elliots beach , Beasant Nagar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please contact &lt;a href="http://srivatsanmurali.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vatsan &lt;/a&gt;. I will not be accessing net tomorrow . So &lt;a href="sm.vatsan@gmail.com"&gt;mail &lt;/a&gt;vatsan and he will get in touch with you guys .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao tmrw dudes ...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112869648915204285?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112869648915204285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112869648915204285' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112869648915204285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112869648915204285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/rendezvous.html' title='Rendezvous !!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112850294964907693</id><published>2005-10-05T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:32:30.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meeting people</title><content type='html'>In the short time I have blogged , I have got to know  lots of people. People have mailed me and I have mailed some . There are some who  didn't reply  to my mails  .  There are others who mailed back and I have started chatting on yahoo (exclusively during office hours ;-) ) with them . I have even talked to few over the phone . Some are already my friends and some , I guess , will be be my friends soon . But this is the first time when I met someone from the blogworld .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://sam2syd.blogspot.com/"&gt; filtered sambhar&lt;/a&gt;   at a local coffee joint . We talked over a cup of filtered kaapi ;-) . he told me stories about his cricket life ...yeah ..yeah .. guys he is a &lt;a href="http://content-aus.cricinfo.com/ci/content/player/26901.html"&gt;state level cricket player&lt;/a&gt; !!!. Neways , I ,on behalf of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DALDA DAPPAS&lt;/span&gt; , am planing to challenge him for a street cricket match . Supporters are welcome ;-) . He had lots of nice funny stories about cricket and I hope he writes post on that someday :-) . You know it was like meeting someone I had known for long . I realise that it is so much more fun to get know a fellow blogger than just leaving a comment in his/her blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , I am planning to meet the fellow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DALDA DAPPAS  &lt;/span&gt;this weekend . I invite all the bloggers to join us on that day  . I am also planning to meet jeevan , vatsan , vinesh , virdi and all the others who are willing  to meet the DALDA DAPPAS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request all the readers to leave the name of the city(even if you live abroad) where they are currently living. Who knows I might meet you when I am porrikkifying in your city or I may just come to your city to meet you . I know that I can get these info from your profiles , but I still request you to put it in the comment section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112850294964907693?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112850294964907693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112850294964907693' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112850294964907693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112850294964907693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/meeting-people.html' title='Meeting people'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112833523561643931</id><published>2005-10-03T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:59:02.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd October</title><content type='html'>Have you come across a person who shares your birthday , who is as irritating as you are and whose thoughts are similiar to that of yours ? Not only did I meet such a person , I made friends with HIM also.So much so , that my definition of a "friend" is HIM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE could walk into a room and make his presence felt . And when HE starts speaking you could be floored , for HIS choice of words were perfect ...HE couldn't waste any words and yet precisely convey what HE wanted to say . You had start respecting him more when you realise that HE couldn't speak fluent english till second year of college.HE could learn 25 words from dicitonary everyday to improve HIS vocabolary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE came from a lower middle class family . HE took tutions for the kids to get some money .We could take HIM to our local nair tea kadi and make HIM buy us tea. HE never complained and HE could walk 6 Km back to home.This is one of the reasons why I still visit the nair tea kadai whenever possible .HIS needs were simple , yet HE struggled to get them.I learnt to enjoy the simple things in life after seeing the trouble HE had to undergo to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS ambitions were high .HE wanted to work under the IIT professor Padma Shri Dr.Ashok Jhun Jhunwala .He got the offer and I guess that was the most happiest day of HIS life .When HE told my parents about this they were really happy for HIM .My parents looked at HIM as their own son.HE could walk into my house any time and could take whatever HE wanted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd October, 2001 , around 8 AM , I got a call from HIM. HE told me that HE wanted to take HIS girlfriend to a temple and then celebrate (HE had joined Dr.JhunJhunwala the previous day) . At 11 AM , I got a call informing me that HE had passed away in a road accident .&lt;br /&gt;I don't mourn on this day ...I simply hate this day (My hatred has got nothing to do with Gandhi Jayanthi ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE has influenced my life in many ways and HE taught me to focus on my goals. Whatever I am today , I owe a lot to HIM.There were so many things in common between us that at times , I feel I am living HIS life .I only wish I had expressed how much I cared for HIM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112833523561643931?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112833523561643931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112833523561643931' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112833523561643931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112833523561643931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/10/2nd-october.html' title='2nd October'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112807464639122625</id><published>2005-09-30T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:34:06.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Getting High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't have to drink beer or try those awfully nasty drugs to get high.If you like something very much and are very passionate about it , then the moment you experience it , you get real high.Have you ever been to a rock concert ? have you seen the crowd waving their hands in the air,moving their body to the beat ?They really lose control over themselves and do things which might look weird at all other normal scenarios . If you seen such a sight then you will know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone  is (should be) passionate about something . I am passionate about dancing and it really gets me high.I haven't learnt dancing through formal classrooms methods.The first time I ever danced was when I was forced to dance by my 9th standard teacher for the school culturals.we danced for the "gopala gopala" song from kadhalan.Then on I have been addicted to dancing.I did  participate in few dance competitions in school. In college we had a group and we called ourselves SURFACE CONNECTORS . Except 3 of us , the rest of the surface connectors were new to dancing.(&lt;a href="http://vikramkural.blogspot.com/"&gt;VIKKI&lt;/a&gt;  was also part of the group ) . We won all the dance events within our college.But we never won in the inter college event.We were good as a group but I guess there were better dance troupes eg: solomon twisters (synchronization at its best ) from Anna univ , Patrician college , guys from MCC and hindustan college . Though we never won any event we really enjoyed dancing . And I guess thats what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a small stint with a professional dance troupe.But I had to stop dancing because of ligament tear . I wish had done more than this . I really wanted to take up dancing seriously .I really want to get back to dancing and experience the amazing feeling ...I wanna get real high again !!!!&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/11847925-112807464639122625?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112807464639122625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112807464639122625' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112807464639122625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112807464639122625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-high.html' title='Getting High'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112791200929408972</id><published>2005-09-28T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:20:50.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Possessiveness</title><content type='html'>Before going to the post , I got few things to say :&lt;br /&gt;#1) I had modified Sukhanya's idea to suit my requirement .And since she has vetoed it down , I guess its only fair not to post what I did to impress the cute thing . Let me tell you that all your guesses are wrong and you couldn't have thought of such a sweet way of letting someone feel special .okie..okie..no more build ups .&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you something . I have planned my next move to get closer to the cute thing . I will definitely put that on the blog after it is implemented .I am not putting it now because she reads my blog and I dont want to spoil the surprise .&lt;br /&gt;#2) I have blogrolled some of you guys . Please let me know if I have missed someone out there .&lt;br /&gt;#3) I have made quite a few friends since I have started blogging . And today someone mentioned in his blog that I am the first blogger to be on his friend's list . The statement really &lt;strong&gt;made my day&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/?id=278"&gt;Jaggu bhai &lt;/a&gt;(do have a look at the post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nows lets go to the post !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last visit to Chennai I met a friend who had been absconding for a while .We suspected that he had a girlfriend now and this guess proved to be correct (though we all wondered how a girl could fall him ;-) ) . He narrated how he fell in love with her and all the sweet stories about his love. He had been spending all his time with her and we guessed this was the reason why he hadn't contacted or met any one of us. But he really surprised us by saying that the real reason was that his girlfriend was very possessive and she couldn't stand him talking to another girl. So he kept away from all the girl pals and also from the guys .I asked him why he had to keep away from his friends and why he tolerated her possessiveness.He said that things like these are normal once you are in love and that possessiveness makes him feel secure about the relation.He went on talking about sacrificing once you are in love and all the other usual filmi dialogues.I listened to him and then told him that even Caspar (his pet doggie ) is not chained all the time .He just gave me a dirty look and dropped the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that it is just not the girls who are possessive. Many guys are equally possessive . Its actually worse with guys because they are not only possessive about their girlfriend but also about their sisters (it is termed as "protecting" my sis ) . I believe that possessiveness shouldn't make you feel secure about the relation .It only means your relation is not all that secure . Your girl friend doesn't even trust you when you talk to a girl ...and you call that love ? BALLS ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112791200929408972?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112791200929408972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112791200929408972' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112791200929408972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112791200929408972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/possessiveness.html' title='Possessiveness'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112774529005628297</id><published>2005-09-26T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:04:50.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crazy thing ??</title><content type='html'>Okie people ...I got few comments and also enquiries over mail and phone asking me what was the &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-good-news.html"&gt;crazy thing &lt;/a&gt;I did to impress the cute thing.I am not putting a post on it ..atleast not for the time being . But I will state a few facts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) No..I didnt kiss her and the &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/french-kiss.html"&gt;french kiss &lt;/a&gt;post didn't motivate me enough.&lt;br /&gt;#2)No..I didnt propose to her .&lt;br /&gt;#3)No..I didnt gift the chinna veedu to her .I couldn't like to impress her with expensive gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her something that cost me 45 rupess .Yeah ..it cost me approximately 1 US$.She knows that it is not my original idea .And , of course , I didnt claim any credit for "being innovative" .All that it mattered to me was that I wanted to make her feel special and I believe I succeeded in doing that because she messaged me that night saying she had a great evening and was looking forward to meet me again . I think she will remember that day for a very long time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bloggers already know(approximately atleast ) what was the crazy thing I did . &lt;a href="http://cutefreaky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sukhanya&lt;/a&gt;  , &lt;a href="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Preethi &lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://vettypaiyan.blogspot.com/"&gt;awakeningcoma &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://calvinstolemybrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pradeep &lt;/a&gt;are the people . I am not sure if I told &lt;a href="http://sooper-crack.blogspot.com/"&gt;random access  &lt;/a&gt;about it . I will let these people vote if they want me to put the crazy thing I did on my blog.If all of them are okie with it , then I will post it.But even if one says a no , then I will not post an article on what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To other bloggers and readers - Guys break your heads and make guesses . Let me know what you think I did to impress her .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112774529005628297?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112774529005628297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112774529005628297' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112774529005628297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112774529005628297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-thing.html' title='Crazy thing ??'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112748352158132063</id><published>2005-09-23T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:26:35.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some good news</title><content type='html'>Hey people ..I have got some good news to share -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) Vacation - I had been planning for a vacation for quite some time but I wasn't sure if I had get leave.Of course , I am not used to asking permissions and this made things difficult.On tuesday evening , I walked to my boss and "informed" him that I will be on leave for the rest of week and before he could say something i walked away from him :-). I feel sorry for my boss because he has got to put up with me ...and at times I wonder if I am getting pampered at office :-) .I just hope that I am not fired when I go back to office on monday :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) Chinna Veedu ;-) - Ever since I had started working , my dad has been trying to educate me on saving money .He hadn't been successful..atleast in the initial few months when I had started working .By the 20th of the month I could have spend all the money and could go to my dad for more money :-) .So my dad told me about the "chinna veedu" concept . Well ..what he meant was that I should invest in property ..err...a house or so .The chinna veedu concept got my attention .Okie ..if you guys dont know what "chinna veedu " means ..hmm..it is actually means a small house ..and also it refers to "keeping a mistress" . My dad was referrring to a small house .So guys , I have invested in chinna veedu , as in, a 2BHK apartment in the outskirts of the Chennai city .The registration was done on wednesday .It means that I am the owner of a 2BHK apartment . I can't believe this !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3)&lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-at-first-sight.html"&gt;Cute thing &lt;/a&gt;- I met the cute thing the other day !!! yahooooooooooooooo...You might recall that last time when she had extended her hand to give a handshake I had asked her "how did you know I was going to ask for your hand" .This time things were different . I had planned to use handshake as an excuse to hold her hand and I extended my hand.She gave me a no-funny-statement-please look and shook hands for less than 5 milliseconds :-(( . ..okie ..am exxagerating a bit.Neways , it wasnt the best way to go .I guess one meeting and few phone calls had created an impression about me ...and it wasnt all that nice impression.She thinks that I am capable of doing crazy things and I lived upto her expectaions .I did something very crazy the other day and I really surprised her . She had just one word to describe it and the word was "wwoooooooowww" . She had a long smile on her face for a loooooonnnnnnggggggg time .I am flying people :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112748352158132063?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112748352158132063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112748352158132063' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112748352158132063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112748352158132063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-good-news.html' title='Some good news'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112713120937671197</id><published>2005-09-19T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:32:22.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At office - polambals</title><content type='html'>Normally , I prefer to work between 8 to 5 .Few weeks back , I surprised myself by taking up more responsibilities and working for long works.I actually kinda enjoy my new responsibilities and am really hooked to work.I even worked on 2 saturdays in a month . Thats a great thing considering that am a strict no-no when it comes to working in the weekend .And to add more , I have been working so much that I use a stopwatch to time I how long I am in the restroom.That shows my dedication .No..no..there is no new good looking babe in my office whos been my motivation.Trust me ..I am really working hard. Is it that hard to believe ?&lt;br /&gt;After getting "dewercs" (thats "screwed" spelled backwards ;-) ) , we landed up in soup.Its one of those things , when everything goes wrong and its no ones fault.And attending the meeting is like attending funeral.We had such a funeral today .Everyone was so serious.The school boy in my found this very funny.Though I was trying to control my laughter , I couldn't supress my smile.I got a stare from my boss and I looked away.The school boy in me surfaced again.I was going to say "boss ..I didnt do anything ..for that matter ..I didn't even work" . But luckily , I controlled myself this time and didn't make things worse. phew !!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had relax by watching RGV's "james" .But my boss has given more work.Guess Nisha kothari has got to wait.But hey ..we had planned to watch Nila today..I mean watch A..Ah..;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Vee-Jay - Its more of a coincidence that I am writing sequel to "at office " .Trust me !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112713120937671197?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112713120937671197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112713120937671197' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112713120937671197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112713120937671197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-office-polambals.html' title='At office - polambals'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112684314231896141</id><published>2005-09-16T09:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:23:54.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>For the past few days mes been hooked to working .And so couldnt post much articles out here .But of course I read as many blogs as possible and try to put my comments .Some of my comments "are a bit too long"/"needs more attention" and I decided to post it here instead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysticmelodies.blogspot.com/2005/09/adventures-of-missing-phone.html"&gt;sudhanarayan&lt;/a&gt;- I happened to read a post by Sudhanarayan regarding losing cell phones.I realise that most of us are very casual about that . We just go about buying a new one .I must warn you that this might lead you to trouble.I know a guy who had lost his cell phone and which resulted in him getting arrested .Serious !!!Am not joking .He had lost his cell phone .Actually speaking he wasnt sure if he had lost it or his roomies were using it .He didnt care much because he was using a prepaid connection and in the worst case scenario he could buy new cell and a new connection.Two days after he had lost the phone , he was picked up by the local police and was accused of calling up a girl and talking "shit" to her .The girl's dad was a pretty big shot and this made things worse for this guy .Of course , the police beat him up (yeah ..imagine him in his undies and begging for mercy ) .Luckily , the culprits had called the girl even after this guy was arrested .So he was released later.His only consolation ...he was beaten by lady constables.:-) .So better be careful guys ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://priyaunplugged.blogspot.com/2005/09/pappara-pappara-paen.html"&gt;Priya&lt;/a&gt; - Priya has taken the responsiblity of starting our rowdy gang.Currently , five of us , ie) , myself , priya ,preethi, sukhanya and random access are the core members of this gang .We could like more ppl to join us .Of course , there are some issues to be addressed ..such as defining "rowdism" .Since Priya is busy with cutting hands and legs of our rivals and mes caught with some work in office , I request the other members or the wanna-be members to put a post defining "rowdism" and the entry criteria for the group .&lt;br /&gt;The group members and wanna-be members please recommend the bloggers who deserve to be in our group.And also do suggest us name for the group.We did get lotsa suggestion regd this .Do pour in more.May be we will announce a gift (eg : kathi , cycle chain etc ) if we select the name suggested by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@priya -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vettypaiyan.blogspot.com/2005/09/missunderstanding.html"&gt;awakeningcoma &lt;/a&gt;is definitely worthy to be in our gang.Do read his article on mis[s]understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://visithra.blogspot.com/2005/09/snitch-and-pawn.html"&gt;Visithra &lt;/a&gt;also looks worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vineshks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vinesh - I dont think I need to talk much abt him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do let us know your decision :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112684314231896141?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112684314231896141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112684314231896141' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112684314231896141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112684314231896141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112666669616238929</id><published>2005-09-14T08:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:28:16.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>French Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got this forward from a friend which had tips about the french kissing.Well ..I am sure that I have got your attention now ;-) .Remember , this is only for the young and '18 till I die ' attitude people.So all the oldies and kela bolts please stay away from this post .Don't tell me I didn't warn you.And of course , if you are sathyaraj's fan and you still consider yourself to be in high school , then you can read it too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Am not sure if you will find it informative and enlightening or you had go "&lt;em&gt;hmmmmm..dude tell me something new " .&lt;/em&gt;If you think you know better , then do add your thoughts in the comments ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;French Kissing tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a guide to basic kissing, i.e. you learn the basics and get the basics right, then experiment and try different styles and more advanced techniques. The basics&lt;br /&gt;1. Brush your teeth, get a good bath, nicely groomed and clean and fresh, before meeting the other person. There's nothing worse than kissing the rear end of a garbage truck&lt;br /&gt;2. Get into a comfortable position - you can't kiss if your back feels like it's gonna break. Suggestion - Sit side by side on a comfy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hold your lover , firmly but gently - don't cause pain. Suggestion would be to hold the shoulders, the neck or gently on the side of the face, one side or both sides.&lt;br /&gt;4. Move your faces closer. Don't bump noses. Suggestion would be the guy angle his face slightly so you don't bump noses.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss gently, normal closed lips kissing, and close your eyes. Closing your eyes increases the sensations you feel, and also sets the mood.&lt;br /&gt;6. Continue kissing gently. Get comfortable with simple closed lips, lip-to-lip kissing before going anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;7. If fine till here, tentatively, slowly and lightly draw your tongue across the other person's lips.&lt;br /&gt;8. Chances are from here, if the other person lightly parts her tongue, slowly explore the other person's tongue in a light licking motion.&lt;br /&gt;9. The tongue has a very sensitive surface, which is why tongue to tongue is the essence of french kissing.&lt;br /&gt;10. After you've tried lightly licking the other person's tongue, you can try sucking on it, wrestling with it ( see if you can hold it to the floor of her mouth ) and other things like that.&lt;br /&gt;11. Explore the other areas of the mouth. Especially the roof of the mouth. Lightly lick, or tickle the area with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't bite. whatever you do, don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't swing your tongue round and round like a windmill. Explore lightly, don't drill your way through.&lt;br /&gt;14. Breathe through your nose. Breathe through your nose. I say again, breathe through your nose.&lt;br /&gt;15. Follow so far? You can lightly use your hands too, lightly rubbing the other person. Suggestions, along the waist, along the back, the arms, especially the inside of the arm, the neck, maybe running your fingers through her hair. Again, don't cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;16. Continue kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S : Hey people , &lt;a href="http://calvinstolemybrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;welcome a new blogger &lt;/a&gt; .Have a look at his blog and do encourage him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112666669616238929?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112666669616238929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112666669616238929' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112666669616238929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112666669616238929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/french-kiss.html' title='French Kiss'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112652372629756084</id><published>2005-09-12T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:46:17.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best pre-birthday bash !!!</title><content type='html'>I feel sorry for my friend because she celebrates her birthday when the world mourns for the 911 attack.Basically its a tragedy that she came into existence in this world.And more tragedy that she was born on sept. 11 .Its kinda jinxed ...Not just to her but also to her sweet friends .Yes people , the cute girl I was supposed to meet ..the day I was really looking forward to , flopped ...I couldn't meet her.The cute thing's relative met with an freaky accident and I believe its all to do with my friends luck which got rubbed on me.... orey feelings mams :-((.So guys can laugh as much as you want .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weekend was not all that bad because my friend decided to celebrate her birthday in a meaningful way.And she did it in style.On saturday (the day before her b'day ) , she called me to say that she was going to visit an orphanage in kottur .She had decided to sponsor food to the children for that particular day.Myself and three of her other friends went around 1 O'clock .The kids were praying in the prayer assembly hall.We waited till they finished praying and then we started serving them food.Not a single kid touched the food even though the food was kept on their plate .They all stood and prayed together.They thanked the lord for the food and then thanked our friend and her family for providing them food.It was really a touchie and moving experience .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were pretty happy go jolly type.They were curious about the ear stud I was wearing and they started talking to me . One of them was also named Jagan and we made friends quickly.You should have seen the kids helping each other ..especially the elder ones.I don't think I ever ate my lunch without picking up a fight with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids face lit up when they were served ice cream and choclates.It was really nice to see them smile . I think I could remember this weekend for that one day (of course I prefer to forget the Rendezvous with the cute thing that never took place and like to make it up for that ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my friend - I know you are reading this ...I do pull your leg often and say things that might irritate you .I know I have never said anything nice to you .But you should know that you mean a lot to me .You are second most sweetest girl I know (the first one is your cute friend ;-) ) .And yeah ..your gift and a hug ..is waiting for you da.Will give it to you next time we meet (Jagan late-ah gift kuduthalum latest-ah kudupan ;-) ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112652372629756084?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112652372629756084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112652372629756084' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112652372629756084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112652372629756084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-pre-birthday-bash.html' title='Best pre-birthday bash !!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112627201030817579</id><published>2005-09-09T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:50:10.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chennai again</title><content type='html'>Friday again ....and its time to catch a train back to Chennai .I go to Chennai every alternate weekend - and everytime I look forward to the trip.This time I am more enthu  about going to Chennai due to 2 reasons :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#)my friends birthday falls on this weekend.So we will have great time partying.&lt;br /&gt;#)remember the &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-at-first-sight.html"&gt;"love at first sight girl"&lt;/a&gt;   ? I will be meeting her again (hopefully) .Machi ,&lt;br /&gt;avala nenachavey manasula minnale payathu .Just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update after I come back from Chennai .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112627201030817579?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112627201030817579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112627201030817579' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112627201030817579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112627201030817579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/chennai-again.html' title='Chennai again'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112617676165244788</id><published>2005-09-08T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:22:41.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At office - in debt</title><content type='html'>I am in debt and I am enjoying repaying it .I recommend you too borrow some money and enjoy the feel of repaying it back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a map of Bangalore.I am new here and I dont know my way around.Not that the map shows the way to commute (most of the roads here are one way and they change the rules very often  ..so the map may not be all that useful) .But what the heck ..I wanted it ..So lets get going . I found a map book in a local book store and it was priced around Rs.50 .I didn't have cash on me and they didnt accept plastic.So I borrowed money from my colleague and got the book.I am still repaying the money !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats that I do that makes it interesting ? Once in every 2-3 days , I keep a Re.1 or 50 paise coin on her table (ie her work place ) .If its not her day ..and if shes very unfortunate , then she finds a 10 paise coin on her table .This irritates her .This has been going on for one and half months and I have managed to repay Rs.6 .I still owe her Rs.44 :-) .And every time I keep some coins at her desk , I tell her how much I have repaid and how much I still owe her.Shes  frustrated . She told me its okay if I don't pay her back.But thats not fun ..or is it ? I rejected her offer then and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and am looking out for 5 paise coins now ..So ppl ..go and borrow money ..and ensoi the sadistic pleasure of returning back the money :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112617676165244788?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112617676165244788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112617676165244788' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112617676165244788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112617676165244788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-office-in-debt.html' title='At office - in debt'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112600248998258885</id><published>2005-09-06T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:43:11.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vee-jay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vee-jay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://srivatsanmurali.blogspot.com/"&gt;vatsan &lt;/a&gt;tagged me.So here I go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Be someone’s idol (if someone takes you as his/her idol , then you have lived a good life)&lt;br /&gt;Start my own business&lt;br /&gt;Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;Buy as many bikes as possible .Mes crazy about bikes !!!&lt;br /&gt;Learn horse riding&lt;br /&gt;As a software engineer , I have worked in lots of project.Someday I could like to know what I was doing !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can do!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make more friends&lt;br /&gt;Grow my hair long&lt;br /&gt;Go for jogging&lt;br /&gt;Be a bit formal .Mes very casual&lt;br /&gt;Get back to dancing&lt;br /&gt;Read as many books as possible&lt;br /&gt;Watch plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can't do!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being frank&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people who show off&lt;br /&gt;Drive a car&lt;br /&gt;Be emotional&lt;br /&gt;Speak in one language for a long time . I mix english and tamil&lt;br /&gt;And at times hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in train&lt;br /&gt;Keep my eyes off a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart/intelligent talks&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth nature&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t be possessive in nature&lt;br /&gt;Should be very independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you say most!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angey thaan Jagan nikkuran&lt;br /&gt;Edhoo da&lt;br /&gt;Freak&lt;br /&gt;Sappi matter-u&lt;br /&gt;Kalambu ..kalambu kathu varatum&lt;br /&gt;Naan engineer illai ..porrikki&lt;br /&gt;Super appu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven celebrity crushes!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genelia D’souza (‘BOYS’ movie le vara kattai )&lt;br /&gt;Genelia D’souza&lt;br /&gt;Genelia D’souza&lt;br /&gt;Genelia D’souza&lt;br /&gt;Genelia D’souza&lt;br /&gt;Genelia D’souza&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven people you want to take this quiz.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vikramkural.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vikki &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com"&gt;Preethzzz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://voyager.rediffblogs.com"&gt;Shaanawaz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poomanam.blogspot.com"&gt;Silverine &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeevan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cutefreaky.blogspot.com"&gt;Cutefreaky &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysticmelodies.blogspot.com"&gt;SudhaNarayan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie , So if you are not sure what tagging means (I didn’t know ..had to find it out from Vee-Jay ) then let me explain.Basically you go about answering all the “seven….” And put it on your blog.NO..No..you can’t stop there .You will also have to find and list seven scapegoats .I have been honoured by two people who used me as their victim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that the above furnished details are true to the best of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;And also any reference to any living or dead person is purely intentional .(the above are borrowed statements ..not mine ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112600248998258885?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112600248998258885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112600248998258885' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112600248998258885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112600248998258885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112592760277684049</id><published>2005-09-05T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:10:02.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The best way to propose!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I got a video forward from my friend.It was a nokia ad in which a guy sends pictures to his girlfriend through his cell phone.The pictures when put together conveys the message "will you marry me?" .It was a very cool  and  romantic kinda ad.This set me thinking .Imagine if you take great pains (normally everyone does ) and you get a negative answer from the other person.For people like me who are used to hearing "no" , it is perfectly fine (actually I prefer a 'no' to  a 'yes' ....no no ..its not the sour grapes story ).But if you are not okay with a no ? Well , then you must hear to how my colleague's friend proposed.It is the best way to go about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero and his love interest studied in the same class in an Australian Univ.They knew each other but you couldn't term their relation as "close friends " or anything of that sort.He was  determined to propose to her.He knew that she could jog every day at a particular time.He went and waited for her at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now start your stopwatch&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;He  :  I love you.Do you love me ?&lt;br /&gt;She :  hmmmmmmmmm...&lt;em&gt;takes about 2 secs and then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : No.&lt;br /&gt;He  : Okie ,fine.  Goes about his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now stop your stopwatch.&lt;br /&gt;It took all but 4 odd seconds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How cool  was that ? I think it was super cool .He didnt waste time in deciding how to propose to her .And he didnt waste his time nor hers telling her how much he loved her and why she should accept it.No talks that could irriate the girl .No boring lectures about love.It was just straight and point blank shot.If she did love him or had a crush she could have said something like "why you asking me " or a "yes" but surely not a very "definitely  no" kind of answer.He says he could have reacted the same way if she had said yes.He claims he couldnt have been carried away.And how did react to the negative answer ? he went back to his ways.No time wasted cribbing about it .The reason - He says no point in feeling sorry for a relation that never was.Thats some attitude !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112592760277684049?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112592760277684049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112592760277684049' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112592760277684049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112592760277684049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-way-to-propose.html' title='The best way to propose!!!!'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112572671160972408</id><published>2005-09-03T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:21:51.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At office</title><content type='html'>They wanted us to attend training this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us didn't want to attend the training because we thought there are better things to do than going back to classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said lunch will be provided for those who attend training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week we all had free lunch :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side effects: Mes working on a saturday :-((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112572671160972408?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112572671160972408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112572671160972408' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112572671160972408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112572671160972408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-office.html' title='At office'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112549936988914878</id><published>2005-08-31T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:21:26.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mustafa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something that I always take pride in talking about is the big circle of friends I have got and also my ability in making new friends.My friend list includes not just people from my school and college but also people from different walks of life eg: auto drivers,local politicians,internet cafe owner, 6 to 60 year old kids :-) ..etc.The problem with having such a big circle of friends is that it is tough to spend time with all .Of course,I stress on the quality of time I spend with them and not the quantity of time .And this results in lots of memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had met some of my friends.One of them had come with his girlfriend.That was the first time she was meeting us and I guess she will remember it all for a long time.It was so obvious that she was very possessive about him  and this set the right atmosphere for a practical joke.One of our girl pals put her arm innocently around the chap and started talking in a very "caring" manner.This got our friend's girlfriend fuming.Then we all started talking about his crushes and all the crap he did for them.I guess this must really got on her nerves .She cursed him and went away.We didn't stop there - we didn't let our friend to go behind her and console her.We forced him to stay with us and be the butt of all our jokes.He really had a tough time consoling her .Neways,she is now used to our group and also to our jokes.She describes us as 'pleasantly irritating' .Obviously we all took it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we took our practical jokes a bit too far.We once attended a christain marriage .In the marriage ceremony they ask the people who have gathered there if anyone objects to the the marriage.And when this question was asked , around ten of us raised our hands.You must have seen the reaction of the people who had gathered there, especially the groom .We acted as if we were yawning and stretching out our hands but I don't guess we were all that convincing in our act :-) .The groom is still looking out for us .The other time , in a hindu marriage , we played savvu molam kuthu song ( the song played in the funerals in Chennai ) and we danced to it .The bride and the groom also joined us.It was real fun.I cherish all these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our lives have changed.Due to hectic work schedules,committments and responsibilities it is getting tougher to meet my friends.And also most of my close friends are scattered allover the world now.We mail or talk over the phone and all of us one thing to crib about -missing our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could do away with all our committments and go back to the old days.But this is not practical.But what can be done is making new friends .I am not saying that I will forget my old friends.All I am saying is I got to accept reality and move on with life.After all we need friends to share our happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11847925-112549936988914878?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112549936988914878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112549936988914878' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112549936988914878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112549936988914878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/mustafa.html' title='Mustafa'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112532454458346299</id><published>2005-08-29T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:39:05.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>Do you guys believe in love at first sight ?I do .May be thats the reason why I have  lost the count of number of times I have fallen in love at first sight ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet my college friend on saturday .It had  been a long time since I had met her and I was really looking forward to meet her  (Well ..I knew that she was coming with a pretty girl ;-) ) .I was late by few minutes and they were already waiting for me at the restaurant.So  I hurried to the place in order to avoid getting blasted by my friend ...I was in for a real surprise.Her  friend was extremely cute and very sweet looking.I could hear &lt;em&gt;poopol..poopol  &lt;/em&gt;(its the background  score  from  the tamil movie 'minnale' played when the heroine is introduced ) playing in my mind.I was oothifying (staring ) at her with my mouth open.I realised that my friend was trying to introduce her  to me and the pretty thing extended her hand to give a handshake.I don't know what got into me ......I took her hand and said "how did you know I was going to ask for your hand" . Well..she gave me a weird look and smiled .I am not sure if it was a what-the-heck kinda look or if she smiled at my supposedly smart opening statement but her smile did make me fly high.Now you might ask me why do people  fall for someone they don't know .I could argue back saying that if someone can impress you in few seconds than she is definitely worth the trouble.Again, you might say that the love at first sight has more to do with looks than anything else.I could again argue that the love at first sight is more to do with instinct than just plain looks. So , now you may ask than why I have fallen in love (at first sight) numerous times.The answer to this is that I am in love with the idea of falling in love but I don't want to be in love.Being in love is something I could be better off avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;   I couldn't want these first sight loves to continue till the vaseegara song or any duet song .It is not meant  for that.It is just for pure 'entertainment'. Of course , I am careful not to send any wrong signals which might hurt/irritate the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S:I didn't realise that the 3 lines in my &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/homesweet-home.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;  about bangalore/chennai girls could make me feel so 'wanted' .I even got a mail asking me where I saty in Bangalore so that the authorities can be informed to cut cauvery water supply to my house!!! . I will definitely clarify my stance later .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112532454458346299?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112532454458346299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112532454458346299' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112532454458346299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112532454458346299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112497727267946591</id><published>2005-08-25T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:12:19.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home.....sweet home</title><content type='html'>Its been 10 months since I moved to Bangalore .And every alternate weekend , I find myself back in Chennai .The obvious reasons for this is - friends , parents etc.The other important reason being ,my love for chennai city.I don't think I will ever grow tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dudes , I got to catch train no. 2658 .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to list down few things that come to my mind when I think about Chennai :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Nair tea kadai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Chennai , I can assure you that you will surely find these near your place:&lt;/p&gt;a)Andhra style mess&lt;br /&gt;b)Nair tea kadai .&lt;br /&gt;My favourite was the Nair tea kadai in thiruvanmayur.In college days we used to frequent this shop (never knew the name of shop bcos there was no board with shop name ) , especially during the times when our pocket money amounted in paise rather than in rupees .We have spent hours discussing my friends' love affair status,football,cricket (and rarely about college,studies etc) over a cup of tea ...that too in account .The account was setttled once in a month but 'cheta' never complained .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madras_bashai"&gt;2.Madras tamil&lt;/a&gt; (don't miss this link)&lt;br /&gt;Madras tamil nevers fails to bring smile on my face.Initially , I wasn't all that fluent in Tamil.Then I started playing football and things changed. I first learnt all the 'holy' words in tamil and slowly, I picked up the language ( for me its tamil and not Tamzhil ) .Now I am so fluent that I add machi,mamu,sappi matter in all conversations I have with my friends .Most of the times I address the girls as machi .It kinda irritates them and I kinda like irritating them&lt;br /&gt;:-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school days , I used to frequent elliots beach almost everyday.I have picked up conversations with complete strangers , made lotsa friends , played football and even got arrested (actually not arrested but we got warned by the police...but arrested sounds more 'interesting' ) for playing football late in the night.&lt;br /&gt;I think its the beach that adds more beauty to the Chennai city than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.ECR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few times I had been to Chennai , me and my friends , on a routine basis, went to watch movie in mayajaal and followed it by a long long drive along the East Coast Road.And every time we went for the drive, I really enjoyed it. Its a real cool experience and its gets better whenever I go in my yamaha rather than in my friends car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Chennai Girls&lt;/strong&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;The girls in Bangalore are certainly good looking and independent.But I believe the Chennai girls are far more sophisticated and dignified.They are a class apart. (I better stop here !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Shivani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wanted a kid sister.My prayer was answered in the form of Shivani, my eight months old niece .She is the cutestestestest ...sweetestestestest girl I have ever seen .I am totally crazy about her and I have taken oath to pamper her as much as possible .I couldn't care if she grows up as a spoiled brat but I will surely give her whatever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/6717/640/shivani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/6717/320/shivani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivani &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;......Its getting late for Chennai mail train....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be in Chennai tomorrow morning.See ya ppl .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112497727267946591?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112497727267946591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112497727267946591' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112497727267946591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112497727267946591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/homesweet-home.html' title='Home.....sweet home'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112476644679461482</id><published>2005-08-23T08:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:37:26.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yepeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>I am used to flunking tests , but this one has been very humiliating.I should have taken the test three years ago in Chennai, but couldn't take it due  of lack of preparation.And the first time I took the test in Bangalore , I failed miserably. But this time I managed to pass ( "just pass" machi ) .Yes, ladies and gentlemen , Jagan has been authorized by the government to put others' life in danger.He has been given a four wheeler drivers' license :-) ...might as well call it license to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that my friends need a reason to pull my leg or tease me , but they sure made me feel as if it is a sin not to have a driving license (especially  if you are 24 years old ) .So, after all the humiliation,I forced myself to join a driving school.My instructor must have realised that I needed more inspiration and hence he taught me driving near the Joythi Nivas Women's College .But this proved to more of  distraction than motivation.I somehow managed to learn the basics and appeared for the test.The RTO Inspector who had come for the first test was dressed like Saddam Hussain .I guess he must have been wearing a shoe of size 8 and another of size 9 and he said something in kannada which I suppose was equivalent of "mogambo kuss huva" . I was pretty sure , even before taking the test , that I would flunk. And flunk I did.And was subjected to more humiliation from my friends.My colleague even suggested that I take 2 two wheeler license instead of a four wheeler license.Thats it.This was the maximum I could take .And I prepared myself again for the test.I cleared it on on friday.....I have proved myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am planning to take a photocopy of my license and put it on display at my work place.Excuse moi ppl, while I go and celebrate this occasion :-) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112476644679461482?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112476644679461482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112476644679461482' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112476644679461482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112476644679461482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/yepeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Yepeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112467895019357220</id><published>2005-08-22T08:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:21:28.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Englipech</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This question was put in my yahoo school groups mail alias.Have a try at it -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this out and read it aloud ok va ?&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the following blank with Yes or No -&lt;br /&gt;a) ______ I don't have a BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said English is easy? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112467895019357220?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112467895019357220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112467895019357220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112467895019357220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112467895019357220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/englipech.html' title='Englipech'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112435401577242186</id><published>2005-08-18T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:03:36.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>They loved each other very much.She was his junior in college.And for her it was love at first sight.She wrote him poems everyday (and kept it under his table) until he said yes to her.It was a day both could remember for the rest of their lives.He had never been loved so much and he had never been in love before.He knew she was the one and he did everything he could ....and also things which he thought were beyond him.He took a part time job to get her a watch.And every time she looked at the watch , she could remember him.It wasnt the best looking watch she had , but it was definitely worth more than any gift she had received .She wrote his assignments and completed his records.She made him study hard.He could wait for her after college and they could walk to beach every evening .They spend the time having interesting conversation....she spoke and he listened.Then he could walk with her to her home , holding her hand as long as it was safe and they went unnoticed .&lt;br /&gt;     He went to USA to do his post graduation.She planned to join him after completing her under graduation.&lt;br /&gt;     He waited for her at the park .Its been 2 years since they had met.He went 5 minutes before the appointed time.He knew she could be late by atleast 15 minutes.That was the girl he knew .She could come and console him with all her sweet and pampering talks.He missed the sweet things she told him.She came exactly 15 minutes late.She didn't have to console him this time.They talked for few minutes and then he left with a smile on his face.She had come with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      I have known these two people for a long time.And I stand by their decision and am very happy for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112435401577242186?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112435401577242186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112435401577242186' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112435401577242186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112435401577242186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112424802396846509</id><published>2005-08-17T08:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:38:42.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slambook-2</title><content type='html'>The second year was cool since we were the new "seniors".We never ragged our juniors but we did "interact" with them.We asked our juniors not to call us "anna" (elder bro) ,because we didn't want any cute looking junior calling us as brother :-) .Some of the things that we made our juniors do was - take an ant for a walk , say ABCD in the same tone as 'katti pudi katti pudi da' song , take a pen and fill a paper with dots (make sure that there are no white spots ) .I had asked a junior once to eat 6 idly in 60 seconds , then drink 3 glasses of water in 20 seconds and then to run around the football ground thrice !!! .&lt;br /&gt;Our staff were pretty cool , except for a lady lecturer who could easily fit into the description of terrorist.A creative friend of mine, inspired by the movie 'poison ivy' drew a picture of a .ahmm.. a nude girl and showed it across to me in the class. Everyone knows that I appreciate art and I was going to make few comments , when the lady terrorist came and looked over at the picture.She never appreciated our creativity, she even flunked us for writing creative answer.So my friend was sent out of the class .Even though I was spared , I was never in her good books .And my friend...He always avoided her.&lt;br /&gt;The third year and final year were also fun .This college has given me lotsa friends , a job and crushes (I am not talking about her .....) .And yesterday an alumni meeting was held for the passed out students of &lt;a href="http://www.ssnce.ac.in/"&gt;SSN college of engineering&lt;/a&gt;.I didn't attend the meeting.Reason- I didn't feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters (in order of appearance )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Securit Guard (principal) - Is now the college dean .&lt;br /&gt;The guy who wanted to do MS in USA - Is working in a software company&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Romeo(final year senior) - He stills calls me once in a while and asks&lt;br /&gt;me about the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Junior who ate 6 idly - Is now a very close friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Creative chap who drew a nude pic - Is doing his PG in IIM-I&lt;br /&gt;Lady terrorist - Is now married .Still terrorizing our juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Vetti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112424802396846509?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112424802396846509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112424802396846509' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112424802396846509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112424802396846509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/slambook-2.html' title='Slambook-2'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112418859310208026</id><published>2005-08-16T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:39:37.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slambook - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And yesterday an alumni meeting was held for the passed out students of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ssnce.ac.in/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SSN college of engineering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ................&lt;br /&gt;My first day at college could easily be the most memorable day in my college life - for the wrong reasons.On the day of admission , me and my dad went to the college which was located 25 Kms away from civilization.We saw some half constructed buildings but found no signs of any life (excluding the tall grass and the cows grazing on them ) . I went and asked a security guard(who standing in front of a small buliding ) where the college actually was ( i meant the classrooms etc ) .The security guard replied that that was the college and he was the college principal !!!&lt;br /&gt;We were ,then led to a hall to complete the admission formalities.I was soon joined by another guy who had come with his parents , aunt , uncle and grandma for college admission.Come on dude , the college is a bit far off from the city limits , but then using this as a good excuse for some kinda excursion trip is a bit too far . At that point of time , I didnt realise that this guy could become a good friend of mine.He started talking about writing GRE and doing his Ms in the USA.I just gave him a funny look and turned away .Here I was ,sitting and wondering , if i would complete four years of engineering at this place and this guy..ahhhhhh. I just sat there cursing my fate and the unfortunate events that led me to join that college.&lt;br /&gt;The first year in college was easily the most memorable year in college life ..and this time for the right reasons.We were the "outstanding students" , in the sense , we were sent out of the class for not doing our assignments or for talking in class etc .And the times we were in class, we acted like real engineers - we launched several paper rockets which crash landed on some lecturers and then again , we became "outstanding" students.&lt;br /&gt;Our seniors , especially the second and third years were totally harmless and very sweet . But the final year students ...no comments .The final year students could ask the guys from our class for money and use that money to bug gifts for the girls of our class.We used this to our advantage.Whenever we were hungry and were lazy to walk to the canteen , we followed this steps :&lt;br /&gt;#)walk out of the class with a beautiful classmate(??) and make sure a final year student(Romeo) sees you.&lt;br /&gt;#)Romeo will surely call you  over.The girl now tells Romeo that she is hungry and wants some chocs/snacks.Romeo will ask you for money now.&lt;br /&gt;#)give money to Romeo (mostly quarters and 50 paise coins ). Romeo chips in some more money and sends his friend to buy the chocs.&lt;br /&gt;#Romeo sends you back to class and tries to impress the girl .&lt;br /&gt;#)The friend of Romeo comes back and hands the chocs to the girl&lt;br /&gt;#)The girl gives some excuse like shes got some class to attend and comes back to class.&lt;br /&gt;#) you give the girl her share of chocs/snacks and eat the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The second year..................will continue in the next post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/poetic.html"&gt;long time addictions &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vikramkural.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vikkki &lt;/a&gt;was pretty close to right answer .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112418859310208026?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112418859310208026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112418859310208026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112418859310208026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112418859310208026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/slambook-1.html' title='Slambook - 1'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112385382569122191</id><published>2005-08-12T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:32:41.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poetic........</title><content type='html'>Recently , I have been addicted to reading blogs.And this , being my first attempt at writing blogs , I have decided to write on my long time addiction.Read on ........&lt;br /&gt;The other night , at around 10:30 , me and my friend went out to eat ice cream.I had ordered a choco dip and my friend had ordered a vanilla .We were walking back to my house with a group of girls ( I guess they were software engineers returning back late from work.They stay near to my house) , when it started raining all of a sudden .The girls started running to find a shelter .Me and my friend , stood in middle of the road watching them .It was the most beautiful sight we had ever seen.And Very poetic too........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I said I will be writing on my long time addiction.Now its upto you to guess what my long time addiction is:&lt;br /&gt;a) ice cream&lt;br /&gt;b)getting drenched in rain(mes true chennaite)&lt;br /&gt;c)girls :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847925-112385382569122191?l=jazzunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/112385382569122191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847925&amp;postID=112385382569122191' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112385382569122191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847925/posts/default/112385382569122191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/2005/08/poetic.html' title='Poetic........'/><author><name>Jagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632427905064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6404/977/400/jazz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847925.post-112047764351153448</id><published>2005-07-04T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:17:23.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/6717/640/jazz1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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