<?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-6863775598268152856</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:41:09.245+05:30</updated><category term='pissed off with the world mood :)'/><category term='Heartburn'/><category term='idea'/><category term='mobile p'/><category term='me'/><category term='office'/><category term='peace'/><category term='behaviour'/><category term='upbeat mood'/><category term='happyness'/><category term='music'/><category term='language'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='appa'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='life'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='people'/><category term='energy'/><category term='slang'/><category term='society'/><category term='corporate life'/><category term='fiction - complicated'/><category term='anger'/><category term='fun'/><category term='yellow'/><category term='love'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='judgment'/><category term='update'/><category term='Arbit'/><category term='friends'/><category term='breakups'/><title type='text'>Randomness!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8395902403360819685</id><published>2011-12-29T14:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:31:49.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if age is catching up</title><content type='html'>Close Friend: Wat u doin?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Work!&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Wat wrk u doin&lt;br /&gt;Me : Proposals.&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Maadu maadu&lt;br /&gt;Me : How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Me good&lt;br /&gt;Me : What doing?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Timepass&lt;br /&gt;Me : Where?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Home&lt;br /&gt;Me : Raja na office?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Me : How come? Office closed for a week aa?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: No&lt;br /&gt;Me : And btw, are ameya and sakshi still going around?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: I'm chumma taking off&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: No dude&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: I told u long back they broke off anta&lt;br /&gt;Me : Illa lei. Don't recall. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Gone case, I hav told u 3 times, 1st time wen we went to mahab, 2nd time in cosmo, 3rd time in La Casa, this is 4th time&lt;br /&gt;Me : Seriously! Don't recall ya.&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Tats y I called u as gone case&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: :P&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Or r u self centered?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Anyways they broke up in Aug saying not compatible wit each other&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nin thale. Gone case only I am. He's okaa?&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: I'm stil in touch wit ameya, sakshi decided to stay secluded, I dint force&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Ya ya he is ok&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: Very stable guy&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: He did feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: But he feels this is better than living in denial&lt;br /&gt;Me : I always had a feeling they're a mismatch.&lt;br /&gt;Close Friend: :). This is the 4th time u saying the same&lt;br /&gt;Me : :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-8395902403360819685?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8395902403360819685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8395902403360819685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8395902403360819685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8395902403360819685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wonder-if-age-is-catching-up.html' title='I wonder if age is catching up'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1056962389279037335</id><published>2011-12-22T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:01:31.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winters</title><content type='html'>No wonder I love this time of the year. Winter makes you want cozy things - the well used rug, the soft foot cloth, the blazing fire place, the shot of vodka, the slow effect of scotch, the barbeque grill, the feel of hot coffee on your palms when you clutch the tumbler, the fluffy sweater, the sound of Christmas, the recall of the year gone by, the lack of work at office, the festive mood, the lights at 5pm highlighting it is dark so early, the mufflers, the bright skull cap, the expectation of spring, salted almonds, fog in the morning from your mouth, the feel of the scarce sun on your back.Oh, I love winters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-1056962389279037335?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1056962389279037335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1056962389279037335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1056962389279037335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1056962389279037335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2011/12/winters.html' title='Winters'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7031354289316222367</id><published>2011-12-18T19:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:35:31.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mainstream</title><content type='html'>It is silly to dismiss the mainstream in the name of just wanting something better than average. I have seen most such cases fail - miserably. Mainstream has always meant something - power. And for power you need to be good. I have immense respect for people who are powerful and popular in the mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elite can never have power. They might have money and influence but real power is in mainstream. The elite live scared without perspective lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sort of explains some of the conflicts I face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7031354289316222367?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7031354289316222367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7031354289316222367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7031354289316222367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7031354289316222367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-silly-to-dismiss-mainstream-in.html' title='Mainstream'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7962133634450318209</id><published>2011-07-09T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-09T17:29:48.642+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Losing your way around</title><content type='html'>You see, running your own firm comes with it's sets of own problems. And not all of it merely operational. Many of these problems or issues are philosophical. Babu and I were speaking today about art and why such uncreative things survive. And how Shahrukh Khan is a terrible actor but a terrific salesman. Well the point why I blogged is, survival and what is great need not be the same. It might just be possible that SRK started with a very noble aim of doing great stuff but may be lost his way in his fight to survive. It is not an easy choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7962133634450318209?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7962133634450318209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7962133634450318209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7962133634450318209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7962133634450318209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2011/07/losing-your-way-around.html' title='Losing your way around'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6801564242212336687</id><published>2011-02-21T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:54:16.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>to feel free</title><content type='html'>That is the best feeling in the world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6801564242212336687?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6801564242212336687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6801564242212336687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6801564242212336687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6801564242212336687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-feel-free.html' title='to feel free'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8235568313482281677</id><published>2010-10-11T14:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:48:34.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>run baby run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am itching to run away, to run with single minded devotion to do what I need to get done to be free, to be independent and live the way I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait is almost over, I can see the end - Yippie - I want to run away from the madness that my life has been for the last three years and a half now :)&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/6863775598268152856-8235568313482281677?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8235568313482281677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8235568313482281677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8235568313482281677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8235568313482281677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-baby-run.html' title='run baby run'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7690308507139296983</id><published>2010-07-15T06:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:32:59.665+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a distant land</title><content type='html'>I sit in a distant land...&lt;br /&gt;With no one close in sight...&lt;br /&gt;And I think what is life without the people who love... even if it is heaven!&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be in hell with people I love than in heaven alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7690308507139296983?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7690308507139296983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7690308507139296983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7690308507139296983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7690308507139296983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-distant-land.html' title='In a distant land'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-4043765879839161242</id><published>2010-06-21T16:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:33:42.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off with the world mood :)'/><title type='text'>a new to do list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made a new to do list today - a list of things that will get in the way of me doing the things I want to do. I am going to get rid of them, and I will tick it off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have decided to not talk to people about what I want to do anymore. I will just do what I need to do. And all those guys who keep telling me what to do can goto bloody f*****g hell! I guess it is upto me to do what I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big BAH to all you bums who get in the way!&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/6863775598268152856-4043765879839161242?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4043765879839161242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=4043765879839161242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4043765879839161242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4043765879839161242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-to-do-list.html' title='a new to do list'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3896842299560124133</id><published>2010-06-18T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:42:50.578+05:30</updated><title type='text'>somethings do not change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been shopping and I have realized that what I decided 2.5 years ago was correct. I am made for certain things. I should shut my trap and do what I have decided I should do. Just keeps getting complicated.&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/6863775598268152856-3896842299560124133?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3896842299560124133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3896842299560124133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3896842299560124133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3896842299560124133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/06/somethings-do-not-change.html' title='somethings do not change'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1976093674007288474</id><published>2010-05-24T14:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:40:22.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>intense boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am bored. In a basic, fundamental way. I don't know where I caught it or even when, but I am bored like never before. It is an intense boredom. I find myself incapable of doing anything remotely useful. I am frustrated in a way that nothing - nothing that I had planned is falling into place. I am not used to such events - I am more used to having things my way. And this has somehow resulted in boredom. Which is not at all a good sign! Move it - come on; get something going!&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/6863775598268152856-1976093674007288474?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1976093674007288474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1976093674007288474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1976093674007288474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1976093674007288474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/05/intense-boredom.html' title='intense boredom'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7377825834286406118</id><published>2010-04-29T22:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:08:31.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have to always be busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to always be busy. Otherwise I will go mad!&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/6863775598268152856-7377825834286406118?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7377825834286406118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7377825834286406118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7377825834286406118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7377825834286406118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-to-always-be-busy.html' title='I have to always be busy'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2193142480683666574</id><published>2010-04-19T12:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:06:19.881+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appa'/><title type='text'>my darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Appa is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me when I was walking into office today of when I will leave. And when I told him that I was just getting in, he said oh I should have asked you when you left home in the cab :) He is so cute, aint he!&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/6863775598268152856-2193142480683666574?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2193142480683666574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2193142480683666574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2193142480683666574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2193142480683666574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-darling.html' title='my darling'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8160015833063435840</id><published>2010-03-31T14:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:17:31.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the great fortune of listening to a very senior person in this company. He is by far the best I have seen in this context. It is always a pleasure to listen to what he has to say. He spoke about a lot of things that are right and that are not right and what it will take to do well in the future. But there is one thing that he said which stuck as it is very relevant for me at this point in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He said, if there is no risk, there is no strategy. Any thing that is termed as strategy without any risk is simply life insurance. All you do is pay premium to live. It is useful only if you die, defeating the purpose of strategy, which is to ensure you beat them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think this has long lasting implications on what we are doing today. There has to be risk in what you do. It is only then that you can reap long lasting rewards. And you have to plan for the next 25 years, not make some money in the future. And what you define has to change the game. None of this has any moentary implications. No strategy should be built on money. It has to make monetary sense. But then nothing monetary as a goal. It is detrimental to play the money game. It is important to good work. To do things to change the way the market works. To do big bold things. That is what we need to do. Babu, I cannot agree more with you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-8160015833063435840?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8160015833063435840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8160015833063435840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8160015833063435840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8160015833063435840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/03/strategy.html' title='strategy'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8325354870916534593</id><published>2010-03-12T10:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:16:18.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>convincing them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got home early enough yesterday. And I was planning to sit down to talk to appa amma and P about what it is that I am going to do. I think they deserve to know what it is that I am going to do and I need to have there approval. So post dinner, with the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;" deadline looming in the background, and after many attempts to start the conversation along these lines, we all sat down after closing the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them many things: of how much time this is currently taking and why it makes sense to do EN full time. Some of them are that we are hitting a certain scale, that moonlighting is too tiring, and that we need to do this full time to realize its true potential. Amma questioned that timing of quitting and expressed the fact that it might make sense to quit a little later, after having built a certain corpus for all sorts of reasons. But then there is the fact that what corpus is good enough? How much is security. And there are kids. I am 25 now, to be 26 by time I leave. If I want to be a father when I am 28, it gives me 2 years to establish a constant, stable income. Each month extra I take, the closer I am to that deadline. I need to have this established by the time I am 28. That is the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma said she is ok with all the reasons, but then kids should not be a concern. And appa said he will pay my phone bills for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I finally explained to them why it is that I want to go from madness to madderness as appa calls it, why it is that I want to throw away a very good salary and get back to creating something on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons of why I want to be on my own are clear: There is independence, there is a chance to create something of your own, of simply the chance to be your own boss. There is all this. And there is so much more money. But most importantly there are 2 reasons why being on your own is so good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You prove to yourself that you can exist on your own, that you have it in you to be by yourself and be big and powerful and that you do not need the corporate world to be cocooned in to be safe and survive. I want to strong and hard and a fighter to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have the talent, I have the guts to throw it all away and do something on my own. But most importantly I have the circumstance of not needing the immediate financial security that a job offers. Often many people do not have this freedom from cash flow. Also, not many have talent and not too many have the guts. I have all 3 and in good measure. It would be a shame to throw this wonderful opportunity away, to shy away from what can be big and great and may be set an example of using opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do this. Really. For all the above the reasons. And I want to be big and brave and powerful but most importantly I want to live life on my terms and conditions. Go for it, P told me, and that she will see me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may be madderness is better than madness :)&lt;br /&gt;I love the three of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Get well soon P&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/6863775598268152856-8325354870916534593?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8325354870916534593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8325354870916534593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8325354870916534593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8325354870916534593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/03/convincing-them.html' title='convincing them'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2879772230341037048</id><published>2010-03-12T10:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:16:02.894+05:30</updated><title type='text'>of what it is that really gives me a high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have often wondered what it is that makes me tick and want to do good work. I thought may be it is a promotion or salary or my boss's approval. Unfortunately it is none of these I realized. My greatest kick comes from cracking a problem. I am at heart a problem solver. I solved 2 problems in office and it gave me a big high yesterday. These were somethings that I was struggling with for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what takes EN down sometimes is that we find workarounds for problems, not solutions. And it is only that long that an attitude like this can last. I think the way to take EN to the next level to find solutions to problems we encounter. This has to be done on 2 levels. One is to find solutions that the clients have, students and institutes have. The other is find solutions to the problems we encounter when we sell to them. And these are what will give me a kick. But more importantly, it is this that I think will make EN to take off.&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/6863775598268152856-2879772230341037048?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2879772230341037048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2879772230341037048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2879772230341037048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2879772230341037048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-what-it-is-that-really-gives-me-high.html' title='of what it is that really gives me a high'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3739937162713281799</id><published>2010-03-03T15:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:37:54.138+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Focus is critical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am going through a phase when all I have to do is focus. There is no choice but to focus. There will be many many distractions. And some of them will be very attractive distractions. And even positive ones. But then the choice I think is clear. I need to keep my head on my shoulders and do what it is that I have set out to do. And do the required things to be inspired and motivated enough to do what it is that I have decided to achieve. The next few months will need me to have this focus. And it is this focus that will decide if I will make it in what I am trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am training my mind to let me have this single minded focus and attention. For it is in this focus and attention that great things can be achieved. And all great things have small beginnings. I am rapidly beginning to believe that this is a sign of great things to come, it will take everything that I can give but it will become what I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything that can be a distraction to move me from the chosen path is a strict no no. Amen!&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/6863775598268152856-3739937162713281799?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3739937162713281799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3739937162713281799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3739937162713281799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3739937162713281799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/03/focus-is-critical.html' title='Focus is critical'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6670516900144582792</id><published>2010-02-09T15:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:23:57.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>of why this madness</title><content type='html'>BABU: interesting I don’t have need for a lot of money. I want to do things on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: on your own is the only way to make more money I want money so that I can get power and then I will change the fucking world lunch now....talk later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: that is silly. money and power are unconnected. people are the only way for power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: babu money plays a role&lt;br /&gt;don’t know if u get it&lt;br /&gt;also defines wat kind of power u want&lt;br /&gt;I do not want gandhi power baba amte power I want jairam ramesh power. it needs money&lt;br /&gt;food beckons bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: ok. enjoy food&lt;br /&gt;Btw I want power when young so I cannot wait for money&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: babu money is easiest to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: so I am not that worried about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: with money comes power think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: no money has nothing to do with power. I mean what do you want to do with power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: be useful to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: for starters, primary education.... useful way... not like government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: primary education is useful. but not the govt given one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: they do it in scale... but the way we get educated is important....I want children to grow up unbiased or less biased that is an area that will be worth working on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: less biased to what&lt;br /&gt;I cannot quite fathom what you are saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: the usual sense of right and wrong, good and bad, what life means to people chill chill we will discuss later for now I want money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: I am chill ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: ok that is a very important thing that you told ya&lt;br /&gt;We have been throwing around words like education and public policy for a long timei want to understand if we actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I doubt exact definition I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: we all mean it mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: and I think right now I am too tied up to think about it but it will happen small chewable goals babu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: exactly we need to start defining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: earn enuf to quit and do full time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: I know all that at times I get angry&lt;br /&gt;I mean really angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: so let us park this definition for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: at what I have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: angry abt what? What have u become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: small, miniscule object living the well defined life that bothers me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: it will change soon we make certain mistakes... it takes time to recover&lt;br /&gt;simple, for example I shud have never bought that car. I could have quit now....but I did and it is hampering my progress now....I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: yeah. That is an example that quite explains it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: frustrated too but it cannot be helped too much I am trying my best to get out of this in a shape to be able to do all that I want to do so just stop thinking for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: in a way you are correcti mean there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: there are many defenses to this anger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: *no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I am just finding the fruitful one...like they say, inaction is also an action....choosing not to act is also a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABU: correct lets quicken ya babu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: sometimes I feel I am wasting every second sitting and running after things that will have no value....exactly babu.... we need to push this.... soon as possible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6670516900144582792?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6670516900144582792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6670516900144582792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6670516900144582792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6670516900144582792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-why-this-madness.html' title='of why this madness'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2551598251853811576</id><published>2010-02-03T15:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:59:17.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>of the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is bus day in bangalore. And i took the bus to work. And I will take the bus home in the evening. Yay! Am so proud of myself :)&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/6863775598268152856-2551598251853811576?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2551598251853811576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2551598251853811576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2551598251853811576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2551598251853811576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-bus.html' title='of the bus'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6369314104834076403</id><published>2010-02-02T14:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:12:51.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I have stopped caring, i feel a burden has lifted. Time to make things happen.&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/6863775598268152856-6369314104834076403?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6369314104834076403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6369314104834076403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6369314104834076403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6369314104834076403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/02/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-947596806120506435</id><published>2010-01-31T08:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:19:42.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fufe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked from behind and fufe became fubu! Zubi dubi .... LOL!&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/6863775598268152856-947596806120506435?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/947596806120506435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=947596806120506435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/947596806120506435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/947596806120506435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/01/fufe.html' title='fufe'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5875960923176778851</id><published>2010-01-27T12:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:39:56.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The first true test of the choices I made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early this week saw the first true test of the choice I have made so far. Of what I left to look forward to a better world, defined by what it is that I want. I made this choice 2 years ago, the first acid test has really come only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is promotion time in office. And I am not being given one. All is well on the work front. But they see me as being negative. May be I am just saying the truth. But they cannot take it, so they find me as negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is besides the point. The point is that somewhere I still care, and I want my efforts to be recognized. But the whole basis of shifting here and doing what I wanted to do was that I do not care how this goes. It is interesting that there is a part of me that still cares. May that is what is slowing things down for me. I think I should stop caring completely :)&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/6863775598268152856-5875960923176778851?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5875960923176778851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5875960923176778851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5875960923176778851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5875960923176778851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-true-test-of-choices-i-made.html' title='The first true test of the choices I made'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-9128351345854087027</id><published>2010-01-08T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:00:35.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Times they are a interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a interesting time in office. Everybody is doing what they are supposed to be doing this time of the year - pataofying their bosses. And it is very interesting to what extent people are willing to go to please their bosses :) I am not tempted to do the same, but it is a little difficult to keep losing out in the race out. I am learning to. I want to write more but it is just not flowing!&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/6863775598268152856-9128351345854087027?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/9128351345854087027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=9128351345854087027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/9128351345854087027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/9128351345854087027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/01/times-they-are-interesting.html' title='Times they are a interesting'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-4469664508080045433</id><published>2010-01-04T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:22:42.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It will take everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The strain is beginning to be felt already. It is going to take everything that I have to keep this going. But I will give it what it takes!&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/6863775598268152856-4469664508080045433?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4469664508080045433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=4469664508080045433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4469664508080045433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4469664508080045433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-will-take-everything.html' title='It will take everything'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2272144681784850281</id><published>2009-12-30T12:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:23:10.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Resolution time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I normally do not make these; but this year is very good.&lt;br /&gt;I had grand plans for making resolutions; I even played out the resolutions in my head. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Clear Loans&lt;br /&gt;2. Become Independent&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;4. Call people often enough&lt;br /&gt;5. Crank the ENgine&lt;br /&gt;All very work work work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my school friend suddenly decided to die. Not that I knew him very well or liked him enough. I quite disliked him only. But I was shocked by the intensity of the anguish I felt. And that is when I began to realize that when people go, you actually begin to see the nice things in them and begin to wish them good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the resolution that will top the list is that I will stop hating/ disliking people. Atleast I will honestly try. It will be difficult in a lot of cases, but still. It would not be a resolution if it was easy would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace. I wish I had kept in touch better, even if he did not :(&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/6863775598268152856-2272144681784850281?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2272144681784850281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2272144681784850281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2272144681784850281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2272144681784850281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-time.html' title='Resolution time'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6040948539567142883</id><published>2009-12-30T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:47:10.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First payout</title><content type='html'>The best 20k I ever got! Yay! I hope there will more and bigger :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6040948539567142883?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6040948539567142883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6040948539567142883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6040948539567142883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6040948539567142883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-payout.html' title='First payout'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3417989346786817928</id><published>2009-12-24T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:45:59.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Getting married can be quite taxing. Which is why I have sort of been out of action. But I am back now. There is still some tiredness left in me, but I am getting along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is a make or break year. I have big plans for 2010. I hope they come true! Amen!&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/6863775598268152856-3417989346786817928?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3417989346786817928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3417989346786817928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3417989346786817928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3417989346786817928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7630745894997459692</id><published>2009-10-17T08:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:51:06.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>No one understands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one, I mean no one understands what it is that I am going through! And somewhere I feel very sad about it. But in some ways it is also a nice thing... I can do what I want to unhindered!&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/6863775598268152856-7630745894997459692?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7630745894997459692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7630745894997459692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7630745894997459692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7630745894997459692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-one-understands.html' title='No one understands'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5919383756650230722</id><published>2009-09-29T15:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:05:59.332+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>country roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is almost an eerie feeling of deja vu. I remember sitting in good ol' Delhi office of my last employer and play country roads, take me home. It meant a lot then, just the longing to be in Bangalore, at home, amidst people I loved and who cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got that. And for a while, the song stopped pulling at the raw nerve. It seems to have found one again and I know not why. Something is not feeling right, something tells me I am in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing, for the wrong goals, with the wrong means, for the wrong people! What a waste of time it is all beginning to feel. And I need to do something about it. Country Roads will hopefully make me find whatever it is I am looking for!&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/6863775598268152856-5919383756650230722?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5919383756650230722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5919383756650230722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5919383756650230722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5919383756650230722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/09/country-roads.html' title='country roads'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3438324517948121089</id><published>2009-09-16T12:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:19:43.207+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>it is easy to be ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is very easy to be ordinary, have low ambitions and lead a simple life of joy and happiness. I wonder if such a life can be content and fulfilling. This thought arises from the fact that when you are gone, nobody will miss you, not a single soul will ever stop their life because you died. This is but natural behaviour. So what is it that you should do so that people will always remember you, so that you leave a good imprint on the world and its history and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to say, there is a lot of satisfaction in being there for all your people, doing the right things, doing the required things and just leading a satisfying life! It is very important, but it is relatively easy to do. It takes a lot to be great, to leave an imprint on the world, so that when you go, people will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the case of Alexander the great! By 32, he conquered much of the world and died, that he still is considered amongst the greatest rulers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the case of Saint Thyagaraja, he changed the world of Carnatic music. Not only did he absorb the entire past of Carnatic music, but also set the standard for carnatic music for ages to come. Even today, the structure he gave to Carnatic music holds. He defined Carnatic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the case of Neil Armstrong. He will always be remembered for setting his foot on the moon - the first time ever by a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so few great men like this in the history of mankind. And they are the only ones who will be remembered beyond their times. And they are difficult to be like. It takes a lot and I think that is what I want to be. I want to leave a mark on the world, and I dont want to be just remembered by a handlful of people and be forgotten after they left the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as they say, easy to be ordinary!&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/6863775598268152856-3438324517948121089?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3438324517948121089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3438324517948121089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3438324517948121089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3438324517948121089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-easy-to-be-ordinary.html' title='it is easy to be ordinary'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1360302793157199348</id><published>2009-09-13T21:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:28:07.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction - complicated'/><title type='text'>Somehow, it gets complicated - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As he sat in his car under the shade of the wide banyan tree of the drive-in restaurant sipping a strongly brewed south Indian filter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaapi&lt;/span&gt;, Yash always wondered why it all got so complicated, separately at work, at home, in personal life and as a combination in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work he knew was never going to be easy. He had accepted that he would set aside his ideals and ensure his boss was happy! He was going to get that promotion, he wanted the position, the role and the money very much. He was not desperate for it, but he thought it was good to have. The business class flights, the 5-star hotel stays, the pretty secretary were all things to look forward to. The Deputy Director position was close by and he was just 29! One of the youngest to make it there. And he knew he had played his cards well. The boss was happy, more than happy with him -  he had traded some personal favours and he had the boss all aligned. His boss was indebted to him both professionally and personally. Yash had saved his boss's skin more than once and this made the promotion to the DD position a given. And Yash never wondered why he had to do all of this in spite of the fact that he was very good at his work. Somehow, he was so corporate an animal, the sucking upto instinct came to him easily! Good for him. But it was suddenly getting complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home was always peaceful; Yash knew he could always bank on appa and amma. Amma more since, being the youngest of 3 sons, he was the apple of her eye. He could get away with a lot of things. Coming home openly drunk to a brahmin family that shuddered at the thought of alcohol, all the night long parties, the charges to cops for drunken driving, rash driving, red light jumping and so on, for a long time., since the B.Com days.. All this was absorbed by home. He never showed it, but he had given back; each time there was a crisis, Yash had dropped all that he had on his hands and been there, more solidly than his other 2 pious opportunist brothers. And the less said about the silly sister, the better. The ungrateful thing had just done what she wanted and gone off to the USA. He loved home and he was there to stay. And he knew, it was shelter that he could always come back to. But it was getting complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yash had virtually no personal life. He was the always the boy from the rich industrial home. He was always the guy who was there for his friends, and his friends were always around. When not partying at the usual pub or the latest disco, Yash was fixing someone else's problems. He was there to pay of the debts of a college buddy or getting the bail for another or getting the next one to the hospital with a broken head. This set of friends, who often used Yash, was his only personal life. Yash was fiercely loyal; even when he thought he was being used. And he was almost always there. He never had time to himself. Most nights were short, due to all the parties and were often mass sleep overs at his place or someone else's in a deeply passed out state. Yash never had time to himself, except the half an hour drive in his black BMW 3 series to work. It was the only time he had to himself. He was happy with this, being public property and the life style could not sustain a partner. But now, this was changing; making it complicated.&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/6863775598268152856-1360302793157199348?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1360302793157199348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1360302793157199348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1360302793157199348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1360302793157199348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-it-gets-complicated-1.html' title='Somehow, it gets complicated - 1'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2080266561505001298</id><published>2009-09-13T21:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:24:18.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>aint i glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact that my aunt, uncle, cousin and another aunt stay 5 min walk away is amongst the few other things the most comforting things in my life. The others are appa, amma, home, p and fufe :)&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/6863775598268152856-2080266561505001298?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2080266561505001298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2080266561505001298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2080266561505001298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2080266561505001298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-i-glad.html' title='aint i glad'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7988425752965423080</id><published>2009-09-07T13:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:16:59.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Morning After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a concept of the morning after; how you feel the morning after is the best indicator of how an incident happened. An incident might give you a brilliant high, the glory, the attention, the sheer excitement, the people, the kick of doing what you did, the spotlights, the honour, the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once the make up is off, the spotlights are off, the costumes sent back and when the exhaustion sets in, and you have to face the real you in the mirror and live life with the people who matter to you, if you still feel good and at peace with yourself, you did the right thing and if you dont you know you made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never judge by the hype in the moment. Face the truth when you look at yourself the morning after :)&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/6863775598268152856-7988425752965423080?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7988425752965423080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7988425752965423080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7988425752965423080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7988425752965423080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/09/morning-after.html' title='Morning After'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6558784931355627762</id><published>2009-08-17T13:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:57:33.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate life'/><title type='text'>when it really sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I happen to just get out of a meeting where all the managers were discussin hiring and i was asked to represent my manager. It was awful! They are so artificial. And talk about people like objects and are extremely judgemental about people's capabilities without knowing them! I dont know if I want to be there!&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/6863775598268152856-6558784931355627762?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6558784931355627762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6558784931355627762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6558784931355627762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6558784931355627762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-it-really-sucks.html' title='when it really sucks'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-4326580313126919665</id><published>2009-08-12T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:23:30.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>transcend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I too could go through a washing machine and come out alive, like my transcend flash drive.&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/6863775598268152856-4326580313126919665?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4326580313126919665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=4326580313126919665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4326580313126919665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4326580313126919665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/08/transcend.html' title='transcend'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2674263876537458378</id><published>2009-07-28T10:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:03:22.263+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>F the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;F*** the damn world! F*** them all! I don't want to stop what I want to do because some good for nothing idiot lazy ass idiot does not do this job well! Or that babus are trying to keep blaming our own self for laziness. I am going to do what needs to be done and that I will do! Even if it means screaming at people, not sleeping enough, getting fatter or whatever else. It is not possible that what I want to do can be dependent on someone else making a phone call! F*** them all! Thanks M for that lovely lovely line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can see I am pissed!&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/6863775598268152856-2674263876537458378?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2674263876537458378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2674263876537458378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2674263876537458378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2674263876537458378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-world.html' title='F the world'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-4670466914118583898</id><published>2009-07-24T16:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:00:22.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dont I love my friends :D</title><content type='html'>tea: ley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:50pm coffee: tells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:50pm tea: y lost ur mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:51pm coffee: yeah i did! long ago. did you not know :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:51pm tea: oh stale news then :P:P i thot nenne monne kalkondyeno antha :P:P :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:52pm coffee: :P:P how can u lose it twice? it is like virginity.... goes only once ;);)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:53pm tea: ROTFL u jus equated ur mind to virginity?!?! how base :P:P u hd lost it long ago indeed :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-4670466914118583898?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4670466914118583898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=4670466914118583898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4670466914118583898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4670466914118583898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-i-love-my-friends-d.html' title='Dont I love my friends :D'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2600528241992864750</id><published>2009-07-22T21:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:06:57.041+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>they always tell you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rohit knew the signs when he saw them. He could see them ever so often. They stared at him everywhere. And some of the signs were dangerous. But somehow he just went on and on, along the dicey path he had chosen. He kept to it, and it was becoming clearer that he could not ignore the signs any longer!&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/6863775598268152856-2600528241992864750?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2600528241992864750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2600528241992864750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2600528241992864750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2600528241992864750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-always-tell-you.html' title='they always tell you'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8100054622903516594</id><published>2009-07-22T21:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:51:34.306+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>unstable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last few weeks have been tiring. And I am not able to keep my mind at anything. There is work piling up everywhere and it is annoying me. But I cannot seem to be able to get all of it done. Which is not a good sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I wonder why ;)&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/6863775598268152856-8100054622903516594?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8100054622903516594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8100054622903516594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8100054622903516594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8100054622903516594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/unstable.html' title='unstable'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5513228694452504584</id><published>2009-07-20T08:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:04:35.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>listen</title><content type='html'>when the whole world tell you something, it is probably true :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-5513228694452504584?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5513228694452504584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5513228694452504584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5513228694452504584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5513228694452504584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/listen.html' title='listen'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5027035984032928025</id><published>2009-07-17T08:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:21:45.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>long lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 of my closest friends from school refuse absolutely refuse to pick the phone!&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/6863775598268152856-5027035984032928025?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5027035984032928025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5027035984032928025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5027035984032928025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5027035984032928025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-lost.html' title='long lost'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-4382676820855287028</id><published>2009-07-10T08:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:59:02.801+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>whatay life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not kidding. I got home at 5:50 pm yesterday and that was because the routing guy in office goofed up. I should have been home 5:35pm! But I guess you cannot get everything. But that is not the point of this post. All the above was for people to feel jealous of me. Muhahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the whatay life part. I had not run in the morning. So I decided to go running. And it was rainy. So I wore my biker's jacket (sad that I do not have a bike) and went off. My colleagues at office shared some awesome English music with me and I decided to put it on my I-pod and started running. And some point during the return run, over a flat part of land it started drizzling and began to get very windy; cold windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as my sweat pores worked hard to get out all the heat from my body, there was this amazing feeling as the wind blew over and played its games with me. And I thought, what a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kill, maim and murder to be able to run down a windy wet road at 6pm everyday! Whatay life!&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/6863775598268152856-4382676820855287028?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4382676820855287028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=4382676820855287028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4382676820855287028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4382676820855287028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatay-life.html' title='whatay life!'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2627977112984104705</id><published>2009-07-07T11:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:31:52.867+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4th step</title><content type='html'>My baby is getting faster :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-2627977112984104705?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2627977112984104705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2627977112984104705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2627977112984104705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2627977112984104705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-step.html' title='4th step'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-405751469509483944</id><published>2009-07-07T11:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:18:54.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Nice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today so far has been a nice day. And a little crazy as well.&lt;br /&gt;1. I ran off in the morning so that I dont have to miss my run because I am meeting MT in the evening&lt;br /&gt;2. Bomande called me and asked me about tax issues when I was half asleep. I answered; damn it! I should be a tax consultant :p&lt;br /&gt;3. I spoke to SRK and as usual it was nice&lt;br /&gt;4. I threatened A to call me enough&lt;br /&gt;5. The weather is awesome and I am drinking nice coffee as I type this&lt;br /&gt;6. But what does take the cake is I insulted PJ by telling him he is beginning to sound like me (and I dont believe that he told me I dont call enough!) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-405751469509483944?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/405751469509483944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=405751469509483944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/405751469509483944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/405751469509483944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-day.html' title='Nice day'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7582518333139016192</id><published>2009-07-06T12:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:02:32.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>no conditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gaurav had been in this relationship for 5 years now. He was this sort of person who had lot of people in his life, he loved them very dearly. Friends, family and finally but most importantly his significant other with whom he shared a steady relationship for the past 5 years. Gaurav is the sort who loved very strongly, each relationship was very special to him; it took a lot from him, he invested a lot in each of them. And they were very important to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the one that mattered the most, he was very different. He never saw an up or down. It was intense, but a sustained intensity that seemed to last for long time and something he felt would never never go down. And as she said, he expected very little which while was awesome in many many ways, was not so great in some. But she did not complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes he wondered about this. She was so much a part of his life that he just accepted, even when things changed. He waited patiently when she was cranky, she went off into her own world and when they felt like strangers to each other. But somehow, this love was so strong, so secure and stable that it never shook, may be just a little. It did not have the crazy high of a drug, but brought the security that only home brings and for this they loved each other very very very deeply. Thank god they thought many times, we're glad it worked out the way it did!&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/6863775598268152856-7582518333139016192?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7582518333139016192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7582518333139016192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7582518333139016192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7582518333139016192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-conditions.html' title='no conditions'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2664566809116187807</id><published>2009-07-06T10:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:15:32.035+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am back from the annual Skal gang trip to chickmagalur. I am happy about it because I got to speak to the guys and the usual good times was there. I wish NAK and PJ were there. From next year onwards the most important person of my life will also be there :) and that feels nice. And I hope A and A will also be married by then so that P and I will not be the only married couple around. C'magalur is an awesome place in the rains. I do wish though that Bomande and V were not so serious when we could have had so much fun while we could have made such fools of ourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing is that I spoke to V like I never have in my life before and it feels nice to know someone more than you ever did before. A good trip, and I hope we can keep the once a year thing. Aint I glad my friends are there! And A should call me more, he simply should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope we all get our bonuses this year :D&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/6863775598268152856-2664566809116187807?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2664566809116187807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2664566809116187807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2664566809116187807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2664566809116187807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2343363381897824274</id><published>2009-07-02T21:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:04:20.792+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sec 377</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came home today and amma announced that Sec 377 was toned down. I am very happy, this was long due and I do hope apart from decriminalization, which is like the worst thing to do, our society can respect and integrate the sexual minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was I sat down with appa and amma and discussed this issue. They took it very naturally and though in slight discomfort, they too seemed to welcome the decision. Boy! They are broad-minded for their age!&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/6863775598268152856-2343363381897824274?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2343363381897824274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2343363381897824274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2343363381897824274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2343363381897824274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/07/sec-377.html' title='sec 377'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5821169434482571570</id><published>2009-06-19T10:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:25:15.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>eye lock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a wild disco night. Drunk people were dancing away to the loud peppy music of the DJ. The disco lights were making wild patterns on the floor. They were both at opposite ends of the disco. But they both had the same strong feeling that someone special was across the floor. So they left their respective partners and gravitated towards the centre of the floor. And then it happened. Sometimes you just know that it has happened. As they stared into each other's eyes, there was the brilliant spark of realization that they had waited for this moment forever. This was it. This was the person. Without a single word, they locked hands and walked away... forever!&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/6863775598268152856-5821169434482571570?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5821169434482571570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5821169434482571570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5821169434482571570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5821169434482571570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/eye-lock.html' title='eye lock'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-416154505684995736</id><published>2009-06-16T14:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:12:24.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>cafe city centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He walked in to the coffee shop in the middle of the city. Wow! he thought, this place is so nice. He was grateful that cities have these pockets right in their over crowded centre where either the government decided to own it or the wonderful owner was not lured by the money that real estate was going to fetch him and decided to keep serving good old fashioned coffee in chipped china and with waiters who seemed like they hadn't had a bath in a few years. But the sheer amount of open space made the place seem like heaven amidst all the noise, pollution and congestion. Even people on the road seemed like intruders; there were just so many of them on the roads just like animals, cars and dirt and grime. The beggars made it worse. And at night, the pimps and hookers made it colourful. But the cool shade of the large banyan tree right in the middle of the open air cafe brought a huge smile on his face; he had chosen the rendezvous point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there for an interview. Interview of a person of some stature. Nothing huge or fancy about her, but she was a winner in her own right. She had, to put it simply, stood the test of time. Her novels never reached the NY bestsellers list, but that did not deter her from pouring out the travails of a woman in India. She wrote novel after novel, highlighting the good and bad things (more bad things) that happened to women in India. And finally the recognition was hers. The local government had recognized at her old age, the contribution she had made to the womens' rights particularly and modern literature in general. And she chose to express herself in English, a language not her native and definitely not the native of the women she highlighted in her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she write in English, he wondered? It simply made her inaccessible to a vast audience that would have resonated with the way she felt and what she conveyed in her books. May be she never intended to reach them, may be she never thought of it as women's rights but looked at the whole issue with an indifference and only chose it because there were enough case studies around for her to easily make stories out of them. May be she was not creative at all; as is expected from most writers of books; may be she was just a special kind of reporter. Worse still, may be she never sympathaised with the women she wrote about; they probably meant nothing to her. She could may be write about cockroaches or global warming in the same way that she did about the oppressed women. And because someone who felt about oppression read her novel, they decided to make her a person who stood for all of this; womens' rights and all. May be she is like some of the people who can be branded as "cooling-glass-liberal". This he thought would be the ideal thing to speak about.&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/6863775598268152856-416154505684995736?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/416154505684995736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=416154505684995736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/416154505684995736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/416154505684995736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/cafe-city-centre.html' title='cafe city centre'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2301003294013337583</id><published>2009-06-16T12:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:04:09.431+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>the fiction series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am starting a series of articles that will be labeled "fiction". It is a series of articles depicting various types of people I have met. Incidents I have heard of and discussed. But they are all changed beyond recoginition. So do not bother trying to find out who it is based on&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/6863775598268152856-2301003294013337583?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2301003294013337583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2301003294013337583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2301003294013337583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2301003294013337583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fiction-series.html' title='the fiction series'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-45263772428461878</id><published>2009-06-15T19:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:19:02.203+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bitch and I were drunk; not the usual high, but the rare occasion where I am out of my mind. Completely gone :) and we were on an old fashioned swing, sitting cross-legged across each other and asking babu to swing us back and forth, back and forth. The alcohol when you swing, makes you wilder and madder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the how important we are to each other and how we never find enough time for each other, we spoke about a very serious thing; I wonder how we managed in our drunken stupor. But we did and it was very important a topic. It was that of independence. Not in terms of constitutional rights but independence in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love binds us to the person we love; more so when such love is romantic and it is expected that we depend on the person we love. This is in contradiction to what a lot of people strive for and stand for: the fact that they are strong-willed independent individuals; that they can sort out their own issues, bend their will they way they want to come up with incredible things; to pull themselves up on their own when they are feeling down; to never cry or breakdown and so on and so forth. In some ways, independent people build a fortress around themselves so that internal struggle can never be seen. But is that something that will let you be what your lover wants you to be. Love is often described as two bodies-one soul, of being able to read each other's mind and just know what to do, to let go and trust completely; and sometimes in an obvious way. Independent people can love and can love very deeply; but it does not show always. They have a wall around them, and their character does not let them bare it all, not even to their most loved ones. And that often causes a lot of angst and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no solution to this, no right and wrong; but my take is that there is an immense satisfaction in the fact that you can depend on someone so much that you can let go of something that you have stood for so long; may be that is why they say love makes you so humble. To every independent person; I say let go of it my man and give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This independent tendency is more with men than with women. That is just my observation.&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/6863775598268152856-45263772428461878?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/45263772428461878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=45263772428461878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/45263772428461878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/45263772428461878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/independence.html' title='independence'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2396080228979113106</id><published>2009-06-09T22:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:33:22.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>of what is really wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was wondering in office of why I feel like loser these days; loser is a strong word and I do not normally use it for anyone let alone myself; but the whole bloody point is that I have begun to feel like that for sometime now. And it is not even that I am doing loserly things or loserly things are happening but I feel like one just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as I thought about what I have become, I realized why. May be the analysis is wrong but I think I have it right. Here goes why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been an achiever; I did well right through school and college; I was the apple of everyone's eye, especially the grown ups. There was a lot of respect as I stood for something. All this happened because I always wanted to be different from the rest, a cut better, a mile ahead and an hour earlier. And added with the fact that things had to be perfect in all that I did, I think I managed to stand out pretty well. This was till college (read BE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the MBA days; the days when I craved for anonymity. I wanted to be one in the crowd, an ordinary guy with no great ambition; just doing enough to stay afloat. And because of this I missed a lot of opportunities. But it was not something that I minded so much at that point in time. Nor do I mind it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being one in the crowd is not me; it is so against the kind of person I am, the things I stand for. I have always stood out; by achieving something that others thought or found difficult. And that gave me my kick, the motivation to do good and bold and great things. That is the real me and I miss being that; especially since that I am an under-paid under-utilized business analyst on a loser floor with even more loser colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I need to be happy and true to myself, I will need to get back to doing things that will surely set me apart; make me something that people will be in awe of and that is when I think all the disgruntlement with life will settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby, I know what is wrong and I think I now have a solution to the problem that I have faced so often in the past 4 years, what is it that I really want to do! Amen!&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/6863775598268152856-2396080228979113106?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2396080228979113106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2396080228979113106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2396080228979113106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2396080228979113106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-what-is-really-wrong.html' title='of what is really wrong'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1180044628275181955</id><published>2009-06-04T16:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:46:19.605+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Me bitch and babu; of why i love them</title><content type='html'>It is best read from below to top; i had fun when the emails were exchanged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilan for you 3: chiti chiti bang bang! J&lt;br /&gt;Me: Directorial debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 4:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s companyWORESHT!&lt;br /&gt;Whatay nonsense u baays is speaking….&lt;br /&gt;Now what is the plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 4:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Bitch'; Me&lt;br /&gt;Jabless –One stone killed of so many baards ra. Goog one!&lt;br /&gt;I choose not to do it actually. So chumma writing code whenever I want to J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 4:08 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu; Me&lt;br /&gt;Thu jabless mins go give off kaas ra??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 4:03 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Bleedi whaatay, are we bucking now or we do a sudden arrival there and surprise the shat out of them ?&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore grrls=Ragil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I have no work :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 4:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;You will get close-up shots da…. Full graphic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Bleedi where the yell will I go? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:43 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch@bitch’s company; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise ur car only :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;br /&gt;That we’ll think of laterss…. These peepals don’t seem to have too much bujiness anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:41 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they don’t let us off baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its close to my heart ….but when will I go and pay??&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave at 9…and tomorrow also!! So besht we’ll just go off on Saturday and check in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ra!&lt;br /&gt;Ulsoor is close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Go off and pay no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 3:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu; Me&lt;br /&gt;These fellows are saying they want some advance it sims!!&lt;br /&gt;Bledi…aphice is in ulsoor! Wat to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them we cant go and pay….any other options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 2:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch; Me&lt;br /&gt;Eh gil air and all you not tear ra. Hall ready you getting so bold and all J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book off this!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woodrichu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 2:47 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu; Me&lt;br /&gt;Woodrich boys are saying 1200 per head for stay, lunch, dinner and breakfast!!&lt;br /&gt;But ees ofter the airports!! Wat do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 1:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Reply off da!&lt;br /&gt;Or it is this sideof town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 12:39 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Shall we go to Kunita buddhiranis house and ask for some mahney- Self dev fund? J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleedi where are all those resorts?. Shall we go to Taj Kutteram? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 12:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;There is cilub cabbana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 12:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Bitch'; Me&lt;br /&gt;Bais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat at all finding places this Helyenka side! Share off your valuable suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 3:06 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu; Me&lt;br /&gt;Which hunkill you are talking about ra bledi beedi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 3:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Google for elim resorts :)&lt;br /&gt;Try calling that holiday village also :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bleedi hunkill has been acting like a damager, simpleeee talkin !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 3:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Send number…..&lt;br /&gt;I will call and fix it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 2:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Oh drunk curds, I fought off with that guy ra :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 2:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch@bitch’s company; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibekaaa dahlin! Pleaje book off same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 2:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wok! Just you put one plan and tell me – I will let you know if there is any place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 2:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5k overall mins?? everything a?&lt;br /&gt;Each wont have to spend 3-4 k ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 1:59 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch&lt;br /&gt;It was 2.5 k overall da! I think that is enough…. I don’t want to ispend off some 3-4k each of us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 1:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Bitch'; Me&lt;br /&gt;That it was 2.5 k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 1:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu; Me&lt;br /&gt;Just you ppls telling me how much this old place was on kanakfur! There are places on bannerghatta road and hosur road!&lt;br /&gt;These places are be some 2-3 k!! wok wa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 12:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Grrls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW grrls is now a word which actually means high maintenance girls.. So good going you three J&lt;br /&gt;Bleedi ungil whatay not calling wonly. Waste only.&lt;br /&gt;This need not be on Kanakapura road actually, so suggestions if you give off means I booking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 12:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Baay and grrrl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, holiday village is families only…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babu book off something no, quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;What a waste this gil is !!!&lt;br /&gt;And gil is punju! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, tell da!&lt;br /&gt;Am so waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;Ok P*******E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall book of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu@reddygaru.com; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;U will always be the p**p :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Me; Bitch@bitch’s company&lt;br /&gt;For clarity sakes: Threesome mins swa, srin and gil!&lt;br /&gt;Cam work: VD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Me [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch@bitch’s company; &lt;a href="mailto:Babu@reddygaru.com"&gt;Babu@reddygaru.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go, get drunk make noise and leave in the morning J&lt;br /&gt;Songs good no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Bitch [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 4:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Babu&lt;br /&gt;Cc: Me&lt;br /&gt;Ayee naansense baai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tells me the yagenda…wat we are going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Byaby you can mail me sefaratey shy mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Babu [mailto]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 3:25 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Cc: MeGrrls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please confirm off bleedi asap Ragil, so that I can book off.&lt;br /&gt;Swaroop please do the needful with your keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls are expecting.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-1180044628275181955?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1180044628275181955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1180044628275181955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1180044628275181955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1180044628275181955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-bitch-and-babu-of-why-i-love-them.html' title='Me bitch and babu; of why i love them'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-9154876495701086454</id><published>2009-06-04T10:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:48:20.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>the bag repair lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This happened a few months ago, may be 1 month ago, am not too sure; but I will remember it for a long time to come. Why I am going to remember it, I am not really very sure, but I guess when you read the incident you will realize what it is that struck me and imprinted it on my memory. If you get it right, it means you know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this Che Guevara bag, dirty green ('twas green but I guess over 2 years of abuse and not washing it has gotten dirty :D) and something I think is a style statement but most others think makes me look like a beggary scholar; I just love this bag since it is very nice and it is the only thing that I bought for myself from Europe. The bag's handle tore because I had overfilled it with some weird stuff and I was looking desperately looking for someone in my area to repair it for me. But I could not find anyone to repair it. So off I went to good old 4th block shopping complex to get it repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this lady who has a small bag repair shop next to Raghavendra complex, just near the coffee day coffee pudi store. She has been around for a while and appa always says she is the best person to repair bags. I went along there and gave my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Swalpa bag repair maaDbeku. Urgent ittu&lt;br /&gt;Lady: En aagide&lt;br /&gt;Me: Handle kitthoytu, matte zipppu kittbandide&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Torsi (she inspects it and says), naaLe banni saar, madhyana kodteeni&lt;br /&gt;Me: naaLe sunday alva, tegdirteera?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Full week working saar, tumba kelasa ide, bengalurinda ella kade inda janaa bartaare, mg road, yeshwantpur ella kade inda bartaare, paapa allinda ella bandaaga naavu illa heLakke agalla alla, nanna maga oDi hoda, ee vayasallu ishtella kelasa maadbeku, en maaDodu.... naaLe banni saar bag kodteeni&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aaytamma naaLe barteeni, naanu yaavagalu ille barodu, appa kooDa ille barodu&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Gottu nanage neevu channagi, neevu chikkavaru aagiddaginda nodtaa ideeni.... nimma tande kooda gottu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back the next day. The bag was well repaired, looked good as new and she charged me 25 rupees for it. Appa would have been scandalized by the amount but would have agreed as she does a good job. But the icing on the cake was that she found and returned a pair of headphones I had displaced and replaced. God bless her I thought, thanked her and walked away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I guess are genuinely good... and they restore the faith in goodness that most people make you lose so easily.&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/6863775598268152856-9154876495701086454?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/9154876495701086454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=9154876495701086454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/9154876495701086454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/9154876495701086454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/bag-repair-lady.html' title='the bag repair lady'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7517057200092484350</id><published>2009-06-01T10:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:00:54.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>As of now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last few weeks have been mixed. Apart from the fact that I have been able to undo some of the stupid things that I was doing in my personal life, all else is stifling the life out of me, because of the stillness of it all is making to very difficult to carry on; the stillness is on the following fronts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. The biz is going nowhere, there are clashing styles of working, not good enough business development activity, the clients are unresponsive, the cash is just not flowing, too much effort going into what seems to be a no return investment.... may be it is early days, may be there is a lot that will come together to completely make all the effort worth it, may be it is the darkest hour before dawn, may be it is just the damn timing... but the stillness is killing me. There is so much invested here, so much based on the fact that this will work, that this will be big and great, that there will be good work and better money and a thousand things planned and unplanned will happen based on this; the stillness shakes this very assumption, the assumption that this will work; it shakes it enough to scare the shit out of you, making you wonder if this was the right thing to do, if this is really you claim to fame, if this is really what it is all supposed to be! It is going to take every ounce of integrity and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; I have to keep this going, to do what it takes to ensure the assumption is correct. The stillness, I say again, is stifling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Work is bad as usual. There is the usual boss issue and I cannot believe how dumb is he. But that will always be, it is no big deal and there is nothing much that I can do about it. But what worries me more is that the learning curve has stopped. Is it because that I want to stop learning all of this? Or it is because of the 18 month jinx I am hitting? May be it is time to look for a new role, inside or outside, or may be it is time to just say listen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; time and this will be better and the learning will start; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if there is an answer at all! It is going to take a lot to do a good job of what I am doing and that my man is not an easy job! The stillness is in fact annoying here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I so obsessed that I need to keep moving all the time? Why is it that I cannot accept routine and boredom and not getting ahead somewhere? Is it the intelligence, is it that fact that I think too much or is it that I have a restless mind, which constantly seeks, explores, learns, assimilates, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know; I wish I knew. I also want to know is this restlessness good or bad. Is ambition I had suddenly lost and which is back strongly, good or bad? Was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ambition-less&lt;/span&gt; stage better, more fulfilling? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, there are just too many questions and too few answers and in the midst of all this, to keep doing well what you need to do is going to massive strength and will power! I hope I have them both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7517057200092484350?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7517057200092484350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7517057200092484350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7517057200092484350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7517057200092484350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-of-now.html' title='As of now'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8193561423662332051</id><published>2009-05-29T10:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:23:04.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Amma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was in a tearing hurry today, simply because I got up late and was all messed up. The cab guy called when I was done eating hullu, stupid oat flakes man!, that silly thing I am doing to try losing weight, and I still had yummy anna huLi that amma had made and I suggested skipping it, as it was piping hot for me only (it must have been boiling, as Babu and he will tell you that I have almost no heat sensors in my throat!). She said nothing doing, cab will wait and she sent me off to the room next door with the fan running full speed (the maid was cleaning the dining hall and the maid takes preference over all else in the house you see; that is the fate we house owners have come to today, our schedules are decided by the maid/ cook/ butler as applicable) so that I could gulp down the food in a tearing hurry and she so sweetly sat down next to me till I ate it, asked if she was not on time and that is why I am in a hurry (oh hell no, she is never late and nobody can ever be more on time for her son than her) and waited so sweetly till I gulped down the yummy food; she took the plate from me and ensure I drank water and sent to on my way to office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somewhere deep down, I know that there is no rational reason why she has to be putting fight like this at her age, she should be the one who should be relaxing and me the one running around! How how did her generation learn to give so much, without saying a thing, never complaining, always there, always on time, even if the legs hurt, the back aches, sleep beckons, they somehow can always go on and on for the ones they love! Appa is no different, he loves with the same intensity, what happened today just triggered this blog. I just hope some of us will atleast learn to love like them, even a small portion will make our lives so much more worth it. I will always always cherish very deeply the love that I receive from my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll try and tell them how much I cherish it more often....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-8193561423662332051?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8193561423662332051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8193561423662332051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8193561423662332051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8193561423662332051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/05/amma.html' title='Amma'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5520544937060129947</id><published>2009-05-28T11:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:06:32.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>FB analysed me on my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-5520544937060129947?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5520544937060129947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5520544937060129947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5520544937060129947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5520544937060129947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/05/fb-analysed-me-on-my-birthday_28.html' title='FB analysed me on my birthday!'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7259051255174420622</id><published>2009-05-28T10:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:46:47.715+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>we should all read this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes all that you do in life seems of irrelevant that some of these lessons that I came across seem so useful! and yeah some of them make good IM taglines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is something that got forwarded in office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;15. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;16. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;17. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;18. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else&lt;br /&gt;19. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, and then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, ' God, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.' God led the holy man to two doors.. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. God said, 'You have seen Hell.'&lt;br /&gt;They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and lump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, 'I don't understand…' It is simple,' said God. 'It requires but one skill. You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder where 20 and 21 went though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7259051255174420622?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7259051255174420622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7259051255174420622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7259051255174420622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7259051255174420622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-should-all-read-this.html' title='we should all read this'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3054430676430705589</id><published>2009-05-20T13:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:33:52.003+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>Am now working back in a 9-5 job and it is a nice change from what it used to be. I will gym in the evening and i guess i will start seeing sunsets again! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-3054430676430705589?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3054430676430705589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3054430676430705589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3054430676430705589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3054430676430705589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-267486172199573160</id><published>2009-05-17T19:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:17:34.768+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>the weakness in the moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life makes such fools of us, why is it that mankind so stupid that it fails to realize that all weakness is in the moment and a moment of pushing away the impulse can prevent a lot of blunders. A moment of despair can spoil a life oh hope, a moment of anger can kill a lifetime of peace, a second's impulse of recklessness can kill you, maim you. Rationally we all know all of this but it is but nature's way of playing with us, making us do things we should not in spite of knowing that we should not! Life is a bitch, aint it! But like they say, its puppies are cute! And I guess that is what makes it worth it :)&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/6863775598268152856-267486172199573160?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/267486172199573160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=267486172199573160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/267486172199573160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/267486172199573160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/05/weakness-in-moments.html' title='the weakness in the moments'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7724674067077596603</id><published>2009-05-08T08:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:15:24.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chatty autodrivers</title><content type='html'>I hate them, especially when you want to shhut up and think of more important things! Sorry but I have no time to explain the context :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn them!&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/6863775598268152856-7724674067077596603?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7724674067077596603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7724674067077596603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7724674067077596603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7724674067077596603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/05/chatty-autodrivers.html' title='Chatty autodrivers'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1983398656118259045</id><published>2009-04-30T10:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:16:10.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>transcend! Yay!</title><content type='html'>My thumb drive went through the washing machine and it still works :)&lt;br /&gt;yay! Transcend roxx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-1983398656118259045?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1983398656118259045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1983398656118259045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1983398656118259045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1983398656118259045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/04/transcend-yay.html' title='transcend! Yay!'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2342260741293277100</id><published>2009-04-22T18:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:22:10.031+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'>Random Day</title><content type='html'>I had a random day! Fairly light on work, so I got to think of a million things :)&lt;br /&gt;Well not really, but the noticable and interesting ones I will list here:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shalimar the Clown&lt;br /&gt;2. Global warming and all that we can think of is ourselves while Costa Rica had doubled their forest cover in 20 years&lt;br /&gt;3. Of how my natural disposition is to be nice&lt;br /&gt;4. Dubai meltdown and how I am glad I am not there&lt;br /&gt;5. Of why people save happy memories and how that makes them crib and keep comparing to earlier days&lt;br /&gt;6. Of men who wear tight shirts when they should not be doing so&lt;br /&gt;7. Squash and what cardio effects it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more but I think this is coo!&lt;br /&gt;Wish Ani would read this, but he wont and that is sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-2342260741293277100?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2342260741293277100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2342260741293277100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2342260741293277100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2342260741293277100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-day.html' title='Random Day'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3717383963682590789</id><published>2009-04-19T21:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:20:05.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Small things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day, it rained :). I let the car warm up, let the AC bring in the smell of first rains on the wet parched earth come in and listened to Ravi Kiran play something so beautiful that I almost cried :)&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/6863775598268152856-3717383963682590789?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3717383963682590789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3717383963682590789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3717383963682590789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3717383963682590789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-things.html' title='Small things'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7107391853950314954</id><published>2009-04-19T21:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:18:00.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>I think this is an ideal time for me to look back and see where I have come in the past one year. I had the following in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Plan: Well that is in place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight Loss: Well that has happened too, but the flab's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invest: 0, but the marriage fund is filling up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book: No progress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll give myself a 7 on 10 for the past year, and I hope i get to 10.&lt;br /&gt;I think weight and business plan will take importance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7107391853950314954?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7107391853950314954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7107391853950314954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7107391853950314954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7107391853950314954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6859351138399792414</id><published>2009-03-20T21:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:47:25.064+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nice</title><content type='html'>it is going to be so nice to be away for a weekend, no work no worries, the road and then love :) Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6859351138399792414?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6859351138399792414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6859351138399792414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6859351138399792414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6859351138399792414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice.html' title='nice'/><author><name>The lost 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and as usual he was cribbing about how I never call, don’t call back immediately after seeing the phone and so on! And he went on and on and I got pissed and finally i burned my omlette. After that, after all the daama and naacom finally we got to speaking about what it was that was troubling my dear boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;And he has decided to be a bad boy and not get back to caring about what people very close to him think of him. Well that is a good thing to do. Because being a good boy takes its toll on you, in the long run. It is very difficult to be a good boy and do all that you want to do! I have chosen to be a good boy, and i don’t get to do all that I want to do, but I guess I cannot do much about it anyways. I have made a choice and I have to stick by it. There is not much I can do to change that anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;But fufe became a bad boy for something. He fought in his own way, but it did not work for him. He did not get that something. And now he has the choice to be a good boy again! Tempting to become a good boy again, get the love and respect that he craves for, even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;But he has decided, decided to be the bad boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u4:p&gt;&lt;/u4:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-2913196906946566778?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2913196906946566778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2913196906946566778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2913196906946566778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2913196906946566778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-bad-boy.html' title='being a bad boy'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5920406289716901953</id><published>2009-02-01T19:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:21:02.214+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>intensity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw luckbychance today. I loved it! It is a fairly repeated story, but there are somethings that make it very nice :). One is the direction, zoya akthar's sense of detail is intense, farhan akthar's acting is intense; more than that, what is intense is the way he has transformed himself! I am impressed by him, completely, and i must say he inspires! He's done well for himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the final parts of the Australian Open final and though Federer lost; he ,for the first time I remember, broke down at the presentation ceremony, there is so much intensity in the way he looks at him game, that he broke down, the dam burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starkingly different things I saw, but as I look at them, I realize that to be good you need the intensity, the intensity of emotion to go all the way to do what you want to do! The benefits are obvious in the way farhan has turned out and the result of not getting what you want is seen in Federer's case! That is the risk with intensity, it can burn you! That is the only risk, and from what the goodness has to bring, I think it is best to be intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be this way, very very intense about what I want, and I do not know what happened! Something snapped! And the intensity went out; I still care about what I want, but to be complete and to feel the burning desire to get that prized thing is something I want to feel again! I want to feel again the intensity I know where nothing could stop me from getting what I want to get! I want to feel that raw desire again, to feel the flame again to prod me to use the talents I have to get what I want, to want the money, the power, the authority to do good and not be one of the most anonymous people who believe in improving themselves, reading and learning, all this will happen, what is most intense and mostly heady is the feeling of being able to influence people and control the happening of good! I want that back and I see it coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amidst all this churn, I miss most the friend who was my anchor when I used to be that intense! Stupid face, I miss the old stupid face! I want that stupid face back!!!&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/6863775598268152856-5920406289716901953?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5920406289716901953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5920406289716901953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5920406289716901953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5920406289716901953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/02/intensity.html' title='intensity'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1135727442034980613</id><published>2009-01-31T21:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:21:18.068+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>heart ache!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each time I go by the area, my darlingest, favouritest area ever so often (it is the centre of my universe you see) i sigh out loud and it tears my heart apart that we had to leave that area, stupid fools that we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand words that run in mind, imagining a thousand scenarios when this could have been different, a thousand things i could have done to make this different! my heart aches, with the same intensity everytime! sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the ache clears and I realize that the only way is to earn it back and that I will! Here i come 203!&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/6863775598268152856-1135727442034980613?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1135727442034980613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1135727442034980613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1135727442034980613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1135727442034980613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-ache.html' title='heart ache!'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7916562555785622222</id><published>2009-01-21T09:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:26:16.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>sixty seconds' worth of distance run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I begin today with an awesome sense of pride, I realise that it is more today than any other day that I need to keep my head on my shoulders and I cannot but help recall Kipling's beautiful lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtesy: Rudyard Kipling, the great (if i may add)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May I have the sense to be focused and deliver what I have promised :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7916562555785622222?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7916562555785622222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7916562555785622222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7916562555785622222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7916562555785622222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/01/sixty-seconds-worth-of-distance-run.html' title='sixty seconds&apos; worth of distance run'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6843980164390392076</id><published>2009-01-20T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:43:06.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hooorah!</title><content type='html'>We got it! We have a long way to go but as babu says " he he :) super babu. Good start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take the smile off my face :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6843980164390392076?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6843980164390392076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6843980164390392076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6843980164390392076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6843980164390392076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooorah.html' title='Hooorah!'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-4178057867799516783</id><published>2009-01-18T09:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:06:01.703+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile p'/><title type='text'>Good faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So often, in fact most times, unless we mean to be mean, we use good faith as a reason, means and justification for doing most things. If you are a nice person, more often than not, "in good faith" becomes a reason to justify most of your actions. The real motive might be selfish in the sense that you might want something from the person whose good faith you want to keep, may be it is expected that you respect the person, may be you cannot afford to upset the person or most often may be you just care too much for the person whose good faith you want to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important that this whole faith business is where there is no money involved, like in case of a boss-employee scenario, client-vendor scenario or wherever else where the only thing that talks is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes inspite of all the "good faith" things go wrong and you keep blaming yourself for where the ever protecting good faith went! Damn! Well. for one you could be wrong, you might have bungled, you might have not looked at it from the other point of view. May be you were so involved in your own self that you completely missed the point that would have saved the good faith. Or may you just think you know the person, may be you dont and that is why you completely missed the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if all the above is not the reason why things went wrong, then the only explanation can be luck or that you were stupid enough to expect good faith in a place which was possibly never there! Stop blaming yourself and move on!&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/6863775598268152856-4178057867799516783?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4178057867799516783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=4178057867799516783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4178057867799516783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/4178057867799516783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-faith.html' title='Good faith'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-779721287553245494</id><published>2009-01-12T13:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:36:46.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kolahala 2</title><content type='html'>The reason for the post below is that too often i feel all this could have been very different!&lt;br /&gt;Something is spiltting me apart and seems like i have no control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-779721287553245494?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/779721287553245494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=779721287553245494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/779721287553245494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/779721287553245494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/01/kolahala-2.html' title='kolahala 2'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6533869800201038222</id><published>2009-01-06T14:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:49:46.440+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>kolahala</title><content type='html'>there is too much conflict in my head and it is driving me mad. i am not unfamiliar with this but this time is new :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6533869800201038222?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6533869800201038222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6533869800201038222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6533869800201038222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6533869800201038222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2009/01/kolahala.html' title='kolahala'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-536074503189796533</id><published>2008-12-10T20:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:03:12.649+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Relationships are based only on trust. There is no other basis for any relationship. You can ruin anything but you cannot break the trust of a person! And there is nothing else to a relationship :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-536074503189796533?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/536074503189796533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=536074503189796533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/536074503189796533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/536074503189796533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-9077280607469798832</id><published>2008-11-27T20:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:56:10.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just when you thought.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doma and Ajja and megs came home with amma today and the one thing that made me feel the nicest was "I am very happy that you both have taken your parents' consent and gonje ahead. It speaks a lot about the maturity you have" :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it could not get better, it just got better :)&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/6863775598268152856-9077280607469798832?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/9077280607469798832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=9077280607469798832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/9077280607469798832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/9077280607469798832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-when-you-thought.html' title='Just when you thought.....'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5781214701734482175</id><published>2008-11-22T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:36:35.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>Whats the source for determination? How do you get it for many many things that you want to do all at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know right now! Can someone tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-5781214701734482175?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5781214701734482175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5781214701734482175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5781214701734482175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5781214701734482175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-239439992036682143</id><published>2008-11-20T10:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:31:17.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Carnatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to the free bandwidth that I have, I have now more classical recording s of TNK than I ever did before and it is only improving the state of mind that I am in, the more I listen to it :), especially since the cow and shorty have decided to make my life complicated :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so glad that the forefathers invented music. I think it is time I learnt it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, HBD Mobile P :P&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/6863775598268152856-239439992036682143?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/239439992036682143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=239439992036682143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/239439992036682143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/239439992036682143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/carnatic.html' title='Carnatic'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8993295520884267224</id><published>2008-11-19T13:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:53:57.047+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Of how I would have lived it if I was not all that I don’t want to be</title><content type='html'>This is the theme I think that will make me famous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idea sirjee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Since the pic desire is gone, so is the mandatory pic per post rule :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-8993295520884267224?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8993295520884267224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8993295520884267224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8993295520884267224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8993295520884267224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-how-i-would-have-lived-it-if-i-was.html' title='Of how I would have lived it if I was not all that I don’t want to be'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6084863742185768863</id><published>2008-09-28T12:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:29:29.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Warm Fuzzy feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being with someone you love, laughing without a care in the world, feeling the warm wind in the your face when you walk along the sea, someone hugging you when you have a bad day and really need a tight hug at the end of it, all produce the feeling best described when you eat this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SN8qRVt_nhI/AAAAAAAAABo/4cWgaKSiYEk/s1600-h/chocmousse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250962167913487890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SN8qRVt_nhI/AAAAAAAAABo/4cWgaKSiYEk/s400/chocmousse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bennisonscakes.com/images/tortes/chocmousse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.bennisonscakes.com/images/tortes/chocmousse.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I call it the "&lt;em&gt;warm fuzzy feeling&lt;/em&gt;" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6084863742185768863?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6084863742185768863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6084863742185768863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6084863742185768863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6084863742185768863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/09/warm-fuzzy-feeling.html' title='Warm Fuzzy feeling'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SN8qRVt_nhI/AAAAAAAAABo/4cWgaKSiYEk/s72-c/chocmousse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3453032835518078089</id><published>2008-09-26T13:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:05:47.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paisa and aazadi, to be able to do what you want to do is the most important thing in life! Ultimately, it is only this and nothing else that will let you be happy, for happiness is simply doing what you want to do when you want to do it and this is my only motivation in life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I am getting there, a few years and I will I guess be "happy" and this feeling is a kick, a major kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNyev-DsNRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LbIC51Fpvio/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250245812556674322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNyev-DsNRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LbIC51Fpvio/s400/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture courtesy: &lt;a href="http://gurugilbert.com/wp-content/happiness.jpg"&gt;http://gurugilbert.com/wp-content/happiness.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-3453032835518078089?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3453032835518078089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3453032835518078089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3453032835518078089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3453032835518078089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/09/kick.html' title='Kick'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNyev-DsNRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LbIC51Fpvio/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3979053329295294574</id><published>2008-09-21T20:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:36:28.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pomish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNZi4RAL0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1RPMYF5JOZk/s1600-h/beachhouse11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNZi4RAL0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1RPMYF5JOZk/s320/beachhouse11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248491134523265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pomish and I intend to keep it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-3979053329295294574?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3979053329295294574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3979053329295294574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3979053329295294574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3979053329295294574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/09/pomish.html' title='Pomish'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNZi4RAL0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1RPMYF5JOZk/s72-c/beachhouse11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-425408008118232106</id><published>2008-09-18T12:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:44:03.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to live life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I am back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it seems like I want to be chatty again and continue the randomness that I so prone to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And suddenly now I want to use a lot of images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNH43ff7_-I/AAAAAAAAABI/iO9h-mYRivM/s1600-h/bird+flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247248673095286754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNH43ff7_-I/AAAAAAAAABI/iO9h-mYRivM/s320/bird+flying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this moment this is how I feel, Like the damn bird in the freaking photo next to this line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am flying, sometimes high, sometimes low, but largely I am in my own space. There is little that seems to be coming in the horizon, I have my interactions with others, people I love, people I hate, people I have to talk with to earn my bread, but I am a little in my own freaking world; no connections only. It is like something went dormant, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; seem to care or worry about anything too much these days. Nothing matters too much and I know that whatever are the problems that may come across me, I know that given enough time and effort and more importantly guts and character, things will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the file has given me freedom! A sense of not being attached to so many things that I used to be normally attached to. It is not like&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I am not attached, but somehow it is a different kind of attachment where the only reason for being attached is to have a good time in life. The feeling started a while ago but has steadily grown stronger. The underlying logic is that at every stage, every moment the only thing I want to do is be happy; Not much I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know the above post is not very coherent, that is because the thoughts are as muddled in my head. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if what I am doing is right, but from now on, the way I am going to behave is going to be based on only one principle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are certain things that you have to do; there is not much choice after that. Beyond that, the only way you can have a life is to do what you want to do at every point in time! The difference in how much of your life you live is simply a direct negative function of the number of things that you have to do, due to the choices that you make in life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-425408008118232106?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/425408008118232106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=425408008118232106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/425408008118232106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/425408008118232106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-live-life.html' title='How to live life'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hsGFl87yo-k/SNH43ff7_-I/AAAAAAAAABI/iO9h-mYRivM/s72-c/bird+flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2118899859015358343</id><published>2008-08-26T09:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:05:41.485+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>that long silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes there is a peace and tranquility in your life that you don't want to disturb it by even talking. As I settle into a nice routine of work, weight loss and spending time with people I love, there is this tranquility and I don't want to say anything for a while more :)&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/6863775598268152856-2118899859015358343?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2118899859015358343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2118899859015358343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2118899859015358343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2118899859015358343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-long-silence.html' title='that long silence'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3579005322297420201</id><published>2008-07-05T10:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:19:27.395+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the forth of joolai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was the stupid team outing! Some silly resort, the sillier team members, the crowds from eight other companies, the drunker brawl between us and a second company and then going back to office to do some work that happy venkatan had asked me to do made the day rather drab. Vicky (short for victorious god of the heavens) was sleepy having stayed up in office till 3 in the morning. I just wanted to drop him off and hit the gym to burn the gulab jamoons and ice cream I had eaten. But life had slightly different things in store and aint I glad that life had slightly different plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Vicky ended up talking for over three and a half hours about life, God, destiny, the Gita, his life, my life and a whole bunch of other things. He is a fine chap, and it was awesome to listen to him talk about what he has been through in life and more importantly what he has learned from that and how he applies that in his everyday life and life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot express what I felt after speaking to him, it is something so personal that it can only be felt. But the biggest things are that I feel i have found a friend and something has increased my resolve to study the SrimadBhagvadGita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes in remembrance of this lovely evening I post one of your favourite words (Thanks Rudyard Kipling for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;   If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt; Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt; And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt; And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt; And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt; Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; --Rudyard Kipling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-3579005322297420201?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3579005322297420201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3579005322297420201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3579005322297420201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3579005322297420201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/07/forth-of-joolai.html' title='the forth of joolai'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-825658794183055776</id><published>2008-06-30T10:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:49:30.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the gardener ajji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nice Saturday morning, cloudy day and i met the baays in Jayanagar, put coffee and came back and continued the saga of "keep off the grass".  Karan Bajaj, ex-IIMB's book, lot of which I could relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an ajji came home, an old withered up woman, chewing arecanut all the time. All skin and bone. She probably was good looking, may be even beautiful, when she was younger. But constant poverty, a harsh life and the never ending struggle to make ends meet had made her age, brought on so many wrinkles and removed the glow from her. The mother of five daughters, she offered to clean up the garden, which had grown till my waist, all for hundred and seventy rupees, a meal and probably a saree amma was willing to dispose off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did this backbreaking work for some 4-5 hours. I ended up helping a bit, and within ten minutes I was sweating profusely. But she plodded on, told me men should not touch brooms and how I should not tell the girl I marry I help around as she will then not do anything. Wow! And finally in her own stylish way she said Byeee and wandered off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she left me thinking. For all that I say I know how comfortable I am and understand that people do not have money, something changed that Saturday. This old woman still worked so hard, sheer cold brutal manual labour, I dream of retiring at 35! And she still has the spirit left in her. She might not have the money or the luxury or the comfort. She is old and still works and has probably bought 5 new sarees in her whole lifetime. But she has the spirit. The spirit of that soul, life could not break and that is really the greatness of the soul; the spirit never breaks. You burden it, you give the maximum trouble possible, but it still floats up and gives you the chances ot laugh, like this old lady did when she said her byeee! God bless her, may be he has, because in spite of the troubles he gave her and not me, she did not seem particularly sadder than me.&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/6863775598268152856-825658794183055776?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/825658794183055776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=825658794183055776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/825658794183055776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/825658794183055776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/06/gardener-ajji.html' title='the gardener ajji'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-1468822357518044965</id><published>2008-05-26T10:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:53:57.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>P.S. I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;MONKEY: its monday and u are at office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: A nice run after a long time ..... Feels goooood!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another monkey: i am still not in office &lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: in due time&lt;br /&gt;Another monkey: &lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: P.S. I love you ... the movie &lt;b&gt;:-P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: thanx da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another monkey: &lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: i aint so hopless anymore eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another monkey: i always loved you, you never got it &lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: i think i did&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another monkey: &lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY: hehe &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-1468822357518044965?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1468822357518044965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=1468822357518044965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1468822357518044965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/1468822357518044965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8360934659086988061</id><published>2008-05-25T21:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:53:33.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>There must be something, something that I badly want to do! Where the hell has it gone? Where where where! What happened to all that ambition, passion, everything else? Is this what an engineering and MBA course has done to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be something! I have to have to find it :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-8360934659086988061?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8360934659086988061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8360934659086988061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8360934659086988061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8360934659086988061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6697581277089257315</id><published>2008-05-19T14:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:31:37.495+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Fee'long'ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We stretched and the muscles ached. They cringed for being together and normal and sensible again. But the pain is sweet, it makes being together so much better and if we did not strectch we would have never realized the sweetness of longing. For there is a sweet so sweet, it makes longing worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I am glad, we both like longing, so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just hope what we long for is worth it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-6697581277089257315?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6697581277089257315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6697581277089257315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6697581277089257315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6697581277089257315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/feelonging.html' title='Fee&apos;long&apos;ing'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8886392085570008261</id><published>2008-05-17T10:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:41:20.202+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends, fun and frolic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It is so much fun when bitchy baby and unkills and I get together. The mood is light, the talk is fun and baby always comes up with something poly. Ha ha. It is so much fun that it takes everything else off your mind. I guess that is what friends are for! No wonder I love them so much and want to meet them so much! Love you guys!&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/6863775598268152856-8886392085570008261?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8886392085570008261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8886392085570008261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8886392085570008261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8886392085570008261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-fun-and-frolic.html' title='Friends, fun and frolic'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2337654003954324506</id><published>2008-05-07T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:48:36.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Washing away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the cyclones swept through his life, he kept wondering what will remain and finally he figured that amongst all that he had, only 2 remained, and remained forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes that the 2 will never, never change for he loves them too much.&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/6863775598268152856-2337654003954324506?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2337654003954324506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2337654003954324506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2337654003954324506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2337654003954324506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/washing-away.html' title='Washing away'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-5817027994602747945</id><published>2008-05-07T22:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:46:07.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>Selling Out</title><content type='html'>I keep saying people sold out for money, careers and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I sold out for happiness and peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-5817027994602747945?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5817027994602747945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=5817027994602747945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5817027994602747945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/5817027994602747945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/selling-out.html' title='Selling Out'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-6740194291023444034</id><published>2008-05-02T15:19:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:36:30.910+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>They just dont heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone called today. This someone had once inspired a post by me earlier in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had gotten over it, that I had pushed the pain away, and cleansed my soul of the hurt to be a free-er individual. I dread the further encounters. One part of me says I am so glad it is still important and that the relationship matters and that the old ties are renewed. But I know that the niceties and fun and laughter is not permanent, it will disappear as though it never was. And it leaves me hurting, fuming, broken (well may be not, broken is a strong word) and sore all over again and just when I am about to heal, the call and the meeting happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should expect less, but that does not happen. Some things are just fixed, they really can’t be changed. It just won’t be the same if you change what the person is to you. It is different, to put the person in a new role in your life, even if you know that the current role was not meant to be. It is not a position or a responsibility in a company right, it is about emotion, about people and the way you feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried and God knows I have tried to heal, but no avail. The hurt just does not go. I guess they sometimes just don’t heal :(&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/6863775598268152856-6740194291023444034?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6740194291023444034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=6740194291023444034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6740194291023444034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/6740194291023444034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-just-dont-heal.html' title='They just dont heal'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3076371193032389790</id><published>2008-04-22T09:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:47:43.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>'Mad'rid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no particular reason why this post is inspired and it was just one of those days when somethings just enter your mind and refuse to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking down the streets of Madrid and I saw this picture perfect couple. And they were breaking up. The girl walked off and it chilled me to the bone when I saw the pain on the guy's face. May God not give anyone such pain!&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/6863775598268152856-3076371193032389790?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3076371193032389790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3076371193032389790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3076371193032389790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3076371193032389790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/04/madrid.html' title='&apos;Mad&apos;rid'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2833602012276212422</id><published>2008-04-16T08:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:53:33.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual I was driving home through Koramangala. The traffic was heavy and I wanted to get home as soon as possible, it had been a long tiring day. So had been the immortal Scorpio guy's day. It was a sharp turn and I "nugged". And his mammoth machine scratched my little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see it is just a car, so I drove off, without even wanting to wait. But he kept following me, and ensured finally that I parked. I got off apologized and he took my license number phone number and name and told me he will take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it was partly my fault as well, but I honked and he did not hear it. I even apologized and offered to pay for the damages. But what scares me is the fact that he was so angry. There is so much angst and hatred and frustration that it shows up this way, you flare up for so many small things. It is not only dangerous to the person, but also to people around him/ her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from bad lifestyle, excessive work, estranged relationships and what not! But it is scary where we are headed as a society if such anger can be provoked, for such simple reasons. After all, it is just a car that got scratched!&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/6863775598268152856-2833602012276212422?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2833602012276212422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2833602012276212422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2833602012276212422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2833602012276212422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/04/scary.html' title='Scary'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2156515961685526987</id><published>2008-04-15T22:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:48:48.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Ambition</title><content type='html'>I lost it in the middle and was sort of settling into a life without one when all of a sudden i find that it is in something so material :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 203 it is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-2156515961685526987?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2156515961685526987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2156515961685526987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2156515961685526987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2156515961685526987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/04/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-3992518139626734849</id><published>2008-04-09T12:52:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:47:48.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Effort - Result syndrome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too much work are happening! But the results are not proportionate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been busy like mad for a like a long time now, may be 3-4 weeks. I have been on two trips, one to a nice JLR resort and the other to the ever lovely Ooty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I got my new chevy Spark! Nice and red and lovely. And that unknown RJ from Radio Single told me I should call my car Minisha! Bah! Whattay name for such a nice car! It is a nice handling beauty and I just hope the mileage improves. And now that I can plug in my music player and have some of my most favouritest music on cds. So now full hip-hop drives only through the city. Btw, the beauty drives well even at 140 :) and that is something I just love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There there, there I drift again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some 4 weeks of sustained effort on all fronts, I got very fidgety last weekend. So much that I became quiet and all! And disturbed and got into my shell where I appear like I am happy and mad, but inside is like the churning of the violent sea hitting hard on a rocky cliff in Norway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the long walk with VeeDee happened! Walking around Jayanagar, eating hasarebele masala and peanut masala, drinking kaapi in daily bread but more importantly walking around for 2 hours and clearing up your head helped. Patience dawned again and may be, for greater gains, it takes more time and even greater patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Blasting muzzy is so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-3992518139626734849?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3992518139626734849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=3992518139626734849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3992518139626734849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/3992518139626734849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/04/effort-result-syndrome.html' title='Effort - Result syndrome!'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-7366211610647512468</id><published>2008-03-28T12:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:07:08.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upbeat mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>It is such a lovely day</title><content type='html'>Awesome day it is :)&lt;br /&gt;Skipped the gym for my body was so sore and I did not go.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called pranks and kajus and had such a ball talking&lt;br /&gt;And then I listened to some awesome songs on radio&lt;br /&gt;And I dont believe that there are so many nice kannada songs :)&lt;br /&gt;So work is going on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can see the general upbeat mood with all the smileys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-7366211610647512468?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7366211610647512468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=7366211610647512468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7366211610647512468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/7366211610647512468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-such-lovely-day.html' title='It is such a lovely day'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-2338796883441792117</id><published>2008-03-25T13:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:05:24.943+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a brilliant weekend in Ooty. Lovely weather, nice car, decent roads, no urgency and lovely company. The drive was awesome and the rain and mist made it beautiful. The food rocked as did the hill station as well as the chocolates, of which I have so much, so drop in home if you want some of the 9 types of chocolates that I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this is ok, and I would have enjoyed it anyways, even if I was alone. What then made it so nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made it so special is that it brought back so many feelings and committments that were pushed to the back of our minds. I, actually, we realized that the friends from college are still as important, if not more, at this point in time. We need each other, if not for anything else, just say "I love you for what you are and I will be around if you need me." Just a confirmation of the fact that we can be liked, that we are nice people, and that there is someone who is just a call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us in the group are in love and will be married sooner or later. But we still need these friends, the good old friends from engineering days who will always be there, like us for whatever we are and will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this trip, we realized this and this one thing, makes the whole trip so so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch people, for nothing else in the world, not all the money, cars houses or holidays will take us through a rough patch in life, or even more simply, make us feel like the most special people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wish this was a post in a physical diary, the ink would have smudged. Che che!&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/6863775598268152856-2338796883441792117?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2338796883441792117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=2338796883441792117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2338796883441792117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/2338796883441792117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863775598268152856.post-8988357753100726157</id><published>2008-03-19T17:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:32:29.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mulldall</title><content type='html'>Sent at 5:04 PM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Me: loosu&lt;br /&gt;what ya doing?&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: why man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sumne&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: nothing da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: karma&lt;br /&gt;same here&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: super&lt;br /&gt;and am hungry as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sooper&lt;br /&gt;go eat&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 5:08 PM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: no i will wait till 6&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: why?&lt;br /&gt;muhurta naa?&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 5:08 PM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: he he.. more hungryness is good&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: gawd!!&lt;br /&gt;whattay englees&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: ass ip year anglich ij vely gowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: myadness&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: shule ij&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: bad ba&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: yakke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: dont voverdo eet&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: en is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: good lord!&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 5:10 PM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: illa pa&lt;br /&gt;gowd lword it is&lt;br /&gt;clock the spelling i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: clock?&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: watch da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: eet eej spalling&lt;br /&gt;karma kanda&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 5:12 PM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: maidness eet eej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ur a maid?&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: kelsadavluness&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;lei&lt;br /&gt;thu what is the chat da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: whats that kelasa thing!&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: kelsadavlu- ness&lt;br /&gt;maid-ness&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: gawd&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: lets learn new language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: madness&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: we are killing all languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: not happening&lt;br /&gt;keeling baby keeling&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: and eet eej longwage&lt;br /&gt;simpsimply u says arbit stuffs&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: type madod kastha&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: harbit hactually&lt;br /&gt;kastha?&lt;br /&gt;thats weird&lt;br /&gt;kashta is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: halbit hactually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ha ha ja&lt;br /&gt;ha LOLLOLLOL&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: LOTFL&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOTFL only :)&lt;br /&gt;soopal zoke&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: huchs we arse&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: madness&lt;br /&gt;ares is ok&lt;br /&gt;arse is bad bad word&lt;br /&gt;we are then clazy bums!&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: who says&lt;br /&gt;clajy btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: clayjee&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: bombs!!&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: is betters&lt;br /&gt;boms&lt;br /&gt;bombs is bad&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: bongs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: boms is good&lt;br /&gt;thats a synonym&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: he he&lt;br /&gt;lei we need to see doc&lt;br /&gt;else we speak like this and we are sclewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i nose&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: himesh reshammiya&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: leshmmiya kaNo&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: LOL&lt;br /&gt;we dont call animals names child&lt;br /&gt;reshammiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okie dokie&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: thu poda&lt;br /&gt;lets talk in kannada&lt;br /&gt;english is bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: onkey donkey&lt;br /&gt;sari heLu&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: in mele inda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sari&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: illa andre obsession agute idu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: taavu heLodu hechha? naavu keLodu heccha&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: nam bhaSe bari 2 akshara agute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what?&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: saar film dialogue hodi bedi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hoDedu aaytalla&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: nam language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: longwage&lt;br /&gt;uddasambaLa&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: mangluru kannada sari ide maraya&lt;br /&gt;enchina savi idu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: illa maarey eLedu eLedu maataadtaare&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: :P&lt;br /&gt;kudlan elada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what?&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: kudlu man&lt;br /&gt;kuldu elada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hair raising&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: most definately&lt;br /&gt;this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: now go&lt;br /&gt;tolags&lt;br /&gt;i need to does wowrks&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: you too&lt;br /&gt;madi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sure :)&lt;br /&gt;madi alvo maadi&lt;br /&gt;madi is pure and orthodox&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: altha madko belu&lt;br /&gt;*beku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay saar&lt;br /&gt;now to be goings&lt;br /&gt;VEEDEE: jasti aaitu&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863775598268152856-8988357753100726157?l=laramble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8988357753100726157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863775598268152856&amp;postID=8988357753100726157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8988357753100726157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863775598268152856/posts/default/8988357753100726157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laramble.blogspot.com/2008/03/mulldall_19.html' title='mulldall'/><author><name>The lost word</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02996025154143317286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
