<?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-6528149960367383296</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:41:00.465+05:30</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Bhai'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Outing'/><title type='text'>MAVERICK - The Thought Begins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-5493678310799712594</id><published>2011-12-02T20:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:05:07.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Comeback!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, I would like that the subject holds true for me and let this be my comeback to writing. &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I wrote something, I don't even remember me scribbling anything either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year and a half and if I look back some big things have happened since. Couple of best buddies got married, my elder brother too took his vow's (well no one thought he will ever have a love marriage). But the best thing what I think of is, me inking myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spent a lot of time to finalize the design and then spent some more time in convincing my parents in order to get the tattoo done. Finally a Tribal Leo was inked on my right shoulder on 16th April 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this I cannot pick up things which changed anything in my life, it's the same as it was a year and half before. Well, I think I have stopped nourishing the small moments. &lt;br /&gt;So, let this be a change again in my life, which can teach me to enjoy everything that is happening around me. More than anybody else, I would like to write for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till next time, I am signing off. &lt;br /&gt;-Anup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-5493678310799712594?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/5493678310799712594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2011/12/comeback.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5493678310799712594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5493678310799712594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2011/12/comeback.html' title='Comeback!!!!!'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4857233871227144162</id><published>2010-07-30T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:00:10.524+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>The Immortals Of Meluah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/TFJxUHxTB5I/AAAAAAAACNU/QNuWEoefJW8/s1600/Shiva.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/TFJxUHxTB5I/AAAAAAAACNU/QNuWEoefJW8/s200/Shiva.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never though that I would end up buying this book. The most impressive feature which attracted me was the cover of the book and an unusal title 'The Immortals of Meluha'. The cover shows Shiva, with a muscular built, few war scars and a trishul, which I must say was impressive. &lt;br /&gt;The author here is trying to produce an image of the Lord Shiva as a human with flesh and bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Shiva is a tribal leader from Tibet and is persuaded by the Suryavanshi's to join them to Meluha (Indus Valley as we know it today) to fight against the Chandravanshi's who were helped by the Naga's. Author has also tried to explain some of the features of Lord Shiva, like the blue throat, the Natraja pose and things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is well paced but is sluggish when the author tried to used modern words at many places, he should kept it simple or should have used traditonal words instead. The fight scenes should have been more elaborated, he has cut kept it short and many of the characters seems to be pure fictional, specially when he was trynig to explain the Naga's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is really good for a debutant and hope the other 2 books of the trilogy (yes it is a series of 3 books) is as catchy as this and elaborate the characters a bit more and make us understand more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would ask every reader to notice that, the author is another in thel ist from IIT/IIM. Yes, Amish is from IIM, no wonder why all Indian authors need to come from IIT/IIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate this book as 3 stars, worth a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4857233871227144162?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4857233871227144162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/07/immortals-of-meluah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4857233871227144162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4857233871227144162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/07/immortals-of-meluah.html' title='The Immortals Of Meluah'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/TFJxUHxTB5I/AAAAAAAACNU/QNuWEoefJW8/s72-c/Shiva.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6297074598567756088</id><published>2010-07-12T14:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:10:29.534+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Johnny Gone Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/TDrdLsaDLQI/AAAAAAAACM4/75mzcAYeA9M/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/TDrdLsaDLQI/AAAAAAAACM4/75mzcAYeA9M/s200/untitled.bmp" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one short and sweet book, with fiction added at appropriate places. This is an exciting book if one is reading this kind of book for the first time. Karan Bajaj seems to have taken the inspiration to write this book from 'Shantaram by Gregory Roberts' only difference being Shantaram was more of an autobiography and his life in Mumbai (the city of dreams), whereas Johnny Gone Down is totally fictional and the author has taken the liberty to take the character around the world and narrate the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, this book is about Nikhil Arya and starts in the yerar 1975, an Indian guy who completed MIT and was on the verge of joining NASA. The story is about the decisions he made in his life span which ended in taking him to different places around the world.&lt;br /&gt;First to Cambodia where he became the victim of Khemar Rouges coup and ended up loosing his arm. He also learnt the biggest lesson in his life, "We can just do the things and rest depend on our Karma and have to accept it".&lt;br /&gt;Then his escape to Thailand, where he accepts Buddhism and becomes a monk.&lt;br /&gt;Then to Rio de Janeiro, where he quits his monk life and becomes a part of the local mafia, doing all sort of wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;Then his escape to Minnesota - USA where he creates a revolution over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Then back to India, where at an alumni meet he realizes his life has not been that bad and was special in one way. This is where the story come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author has narrated the story really well, switching between the present and the past was showcased beautifully. At places he drags a bit too much and at places he has abruptly ended his journey, like his stay in USA. The author has also shown the character as the one who can do extraordinary things and at times this does not digest well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, this a good book to read and I would rate this 3.5 on 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-6297074598567756088?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6297074598567756088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/07/johnny-gone-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6297074598567756088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6297074598567756088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/07/johnny-gone-down.html' title='Johnny Gone Down'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/TDrdLsaDLQI/AAAAAAAACM4/75mzcAYeA9M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4302600826503680170</id><published>2010-05-16T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:06:42.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Holding Tight</title><content type='html'>Generation of flowers holding each other tightly, which we humans don't do in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/S--DBJshg6I/AAAAAAAACLY/2YiHG62gxqg/s1600/DSC_0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/S--DBJshg6I/AAAAAAAACLY/2YiHG62gxqg/s320/DSC_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4302600826503680170?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4302600826503680170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/05/holding-tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4302600826503680170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4302600826503680170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/05/holding-tight.html' title='Holding Tight'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/S--DBJshg6I/AAAAAAAACLY/2YiHG62gxqg/s72-c/DSC_0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6535432367041562463</id><published>2010-04-23T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:41:48.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Farewell Mail by Manoj</title><content type='html'>It's an emotional day today as one of our Gang member, Manoj, is leaving today. &lt;br /&gt;Manoj, also referred as &lt;strong&gt;Mamachan&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;Devil&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;Over&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;Mr Philosopher&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;Mr Defence&lt;/strong&gt; and list will go on. He has been one of the most prominent character of our GANG and will be missed deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the farewell mail sent out by him to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject : Last of my memorable days in HSBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is last of my memorable days in HSBC and like the old English proverb says -All good things must come to an end. It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I thank god for such an wonderful opportunity. For the past few days, I have been doing some retrospection to understand the gravity of my decision and which I would like to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Reasons why I still don't want to go.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ) Magnanimous Managers :&lt;/strong&gt; I know a simple thank you would never be suffice for nurturing and mentoring me into the person I am today. You inspired me to never give up and stood beside me whenever I committed blunders, while at the same time appreciating and celebrating with me my success. I got to learn a lot, especially how a good manager should be, and I am pretty sure that if destiny permits me a opportunity to work again for you, I don't have to think twice before accepting it. But alas I don't have anything to give back except my simple and humble Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Ingenious and amiable Colleagues :&lt;/strong&gt; You guys have been simply awesome. In the past 3 years that I have been here, I know that if it were not for you guys I would not have accomplished so much. Every time when I have approached you with a knotty problem, you have put in all your effort to find a solution though sometimes you yourself would be neck deep in work. I appreciate the favors that you have bestowed upon me all through this period and I sincerely hope that in future I get colleagues at least 10% good as you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Understanding Client :&lt;/strong&gt; There is a general saying in IT consulting that it's impossible to get a good client and a good manager together, but I guess I was among the lucky few to get both. Thanks a lot for appreciating my work, for keeping realistic expectations and for the infinitude amount of help in my work. Also, I am sorry for any shortcomings in my work and for sending you bulky emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Courteous acquaintance's in GLT:&lt;/strong&gt; Though most of the time we have interacted only with a hello and a smile or may be sometimes a small discussions at the tea stall or lift, but even these small interactions gave me immense pleasure. I hope I catch up with you again sometime in the journey called LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) My Cubicle mates:&lt;/strong&gt; I know I am a very noisy person and it can be quite disturbing sometimes, but you guys never complained and took it silently. Thanks a lot for putting up with me and for the "Good mornings" every morning, and I am pretty sure going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Extra curricular activities :&lt;/strong&gt; These events were certainly the mood boosters and I am proud to have been part of such initiatives whether it may be sports, in which we won the first RBS cricket tournament and conducted the inter team volley ball tournament, or the mega CSR event, in which we won the 1st and the 2nd prize for collecting lot's of money for CSR activities. Thanks a lot for including me and for the memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Table Tennis Arena and Friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks a lot guys for the wonderful time and for advising me on my TT skills. It was a jolly good ride and the best place in HSBC GLT to relax after work and to meet new and interesting people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Lavish Parties and trips :&lt;/strong&gt; The first thing that comes to my mind when I recollect the memories of my past office parties and trips is "Wow was it real or fantasy". One more luck I have is that most of my team members are party freaks and so every one makes sure we have a hell of a time. So more than the food, the drinks and the DJ, I guess it was my team that made these events special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)My First Company:&lt;/strong&gt; No one can forget anything that he gets for the first time in life, whether it may be his first bike, first girl friend or first job. And so I am pretty emotional about this , but you are already acquaint with that feeling right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Immediate Friends :&lt;/strong&gt; I know you guys are going to hit me hard for putting you at the bottom of the list, but irrespective of where I put you, you all are going to remain closest to my heart now and forever. During my tenure in HSBC, I have spent more time with you guys than with myself. I am going to treasure all the very moments I spent with you guys especially all the Friday night parties, team and dinner time discussions and ofcourse the jokes that we cracked on eachother.What more should I say, I guess Emily Dickinson's quote " Saying nothing...sometimes says the most." says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am I going ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has given me a small window of opportunity to realize my dream and, if I don't take it now may be someday I will turn 80 and will have to ask myself the question - What If ? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be pursuing my Masters in Business administration at Great Lakes Institute of Management in Mahabalipuram (Chennai), India for the next 1 year.If possible, I would like to add you all to my Orkut or Facebook friends or acquintance list or alternatively you could use my personal email address - manojmakkatt@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night! - The Truman Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À bientôt (See you soon),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manoj MAMACHAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I won't say goodbye my friend. For you and I shall meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-6535432367041562463?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6535432367041562463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell-mail-by-manoj.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6535432367041562463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6535432367041562463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell-mail-by-manoj.html' title='Farewell Mail by Manoj'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-8899942554899158767</id><published>2010-04-15T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:42:38.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Love, A Rather Bad Idea...All It Gives A Lousy Hangover</title><content type='html'>Yes, even I was wondering the same, have I read it correctly and is this the title of the book. Seemed different and that is how I ended up buying up this one. The book is written by Anirban Mukherjee, an IITian, who is narrating an incident, happened at the time when IITians do all NON-IITian things. &lt;br /&gt;This is when he introduces our main character, Samar and his bunch of friends Pranav and Skimpy. Life was all time high for Samar, as he had a good looking girl, Jiya, by his side and he was also heading the race to become the head of the student body (General Secretary) in IIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book tells the story is three parts, first with the introduction of the characters and the collage life, especially that time of the year which all ITians wait for.&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by the part where Samar tries hard to win the G-Sec. The feeling of getting to the top makes him blind, self centered and selfish. This is when things start to fall at wrong places for him, and life takes a drastic turn where he ends up loosing all his close friends.&lt;br /&gt;Final part, when he realizes what he has lost in the horse race and his efforts to patch up things with all his friends, but at a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is fun to read, a light hearted one with a bit of fiction added here and there. The only problem is I couldn't get why this name was chosen for the book. The book also comes with a tag line saying "He could've had everything. If only he had said 'Thank You'.". But I feel, "He could've had everything, if only he had said 'Sorry'.". The start of the book is a bit draggy, but then goes on till the end with a steady pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict for this one will be 3 stars, worth reading especially when it comes at just 100 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-8899942554899158767?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/8899942554899158767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-rather-bad-ideaall-it-gives-lousy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/8899942554899158767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/8899942554899158767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-rather-bad-ideaall-it-gives-lousy.html' title='Love, A Rather Bad Idea...All It Gives A Lousy Hangover'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4569712766829430124</id><published>2010-04-04T16:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:40:38.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>The Reluctant Fundamentalist</title><content type='html'>This is first time I am reading Mohsin Hamid, so really wasn't sure of what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is about an encounter between an American ('you') and a bearded Pakistani ('Changez') in a restaurant on the streets of Old Anarkali road in Lahore. This is a story of just one evening where Changez narrates his experience of America. He talks about his graduation, his first job, his high flying career and his love life and how things change&amp;nbsp;since the attack on the World Trade Centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book stands by his name 'Reluctant Fundamentalist'. Changez is an unwilling fellow, he has been hesitating to take decisions throughout, and if he takes any, he still has doubt about those. And post 9/11 shows his fundamentalist character. He leaves his high flying career and decides to settle in his hometown, Lahore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story telling in the book was really good, this is the first time I have seen such a story telling. The pace of the book is really slow and it never grips you because, while reading you are sure of what is in store next. If the author wanted to display the trauma of post 9/11, he could have it by taking some other real life characters, who have actually gone through the suffering. The character in the book haven't gone through anything, he is a person earning a healthy salary and just decides to quit America because of his religious thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say one can happily avoid it, if one wants to unless you love non-fictional a lot.&lt;br /&gt;My Verdict would be just 2 stars. One for the story telling and other for the character which I liked the most, 'Erica'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4569712766829430124?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4569712766829430124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/04/reluctant-fundamentalist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4569712766829430124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4569712766829430124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/04/reluctant-fundamentalist.html' title='The Reluctant Fundamentalist'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4488688083566457617</id><published>2010-03-16T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:55:15.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Oh Shit, Not Again!</title><content type='html'>The cover of this book said it's a National Best Seller, and the abstract written at the back of the book tempted me to buy this when I was just going through the racks of books at the Crossword. It also held the caution in the first page saying&lt;br /&gt;'Beware before you read......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you may die laughing......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry to say this was a complete disappointment. I have completed the book in one day not because I enjoyed or it gripped me, it was only because I didn't wanted to invest another day reading this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author, Mandar Kokate, seems to have written this as if a deadline of couple of days was given of him to complete the book. The story revolves around 5 friends and the narrator being a character called Raj. Really don't know, what was expected from him, because in the entire book all he could think about was sex, a typical sex starved guy who could not control his manhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was far more than fiction, I will say the entire story was hypothetical. It didn't had any real life similarity.&lt;br /&gt;Things like moving on to a new locality, then a porn movie being mistakenly played in front of a grandma, falling in love, again falling for other married woman, then again falling for his cousin, then seducing and kissing each one of them, then a dramatic murder, a divorce, an attempted killing, mixing vodka and sex pills in the soft drinks in a party and finally suicide. All this things happening in a matter of 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody so STUPID to believe all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandar, shows how desperately he is trying to become an author. My suggestion will be, write some realistic stuff, and please please please do not try to imitate anybody, because there will be only one Chetan Bhagat, only one Ravi Subramaniyam etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Verdict 1 Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please avoid reading this book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4488688083566457617?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4488688083566457617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-shit-not-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4488688083566457617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4488688083566457617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-shit-not-again.html' title='Oh Shit, Not Again!'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-3217844906284075000</id><published>2010-01-20T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:48:09.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>2010...so far</title><content type='html'>Its been two weeks now since the calendar started showing 2010, and it has just flown by. At this pace it wont take much time for the calendar to show 2011, and this saddens me. I really wish something good to happen this year and make me remember this year life long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, the first two weeks passed on nicely. In the first week itself there were two parties one at Curve in KP and other at Invitation 365. Had loads of fun in the latter one, as it was Ronny's marriage party which eventually turned out to be more or like a TTMM :) one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two of my very good friends celebrated their birthday last week. So wishing them a very happy birthday again, first to Amol (14th Jan) and to Ashish (16th Jan). Also one of my good friend Nambi have become an Uncle (his sister gave birth to a baby boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am most happy about the first two weeks is that, I have been following my resolution without fail. I have been going to swimming daily and am also continuing my work out in the evening. The only thing is, this makes me impossible to keep my eyes open after 11 at the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this nothing much have happened, so can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So signing off (this word have been taken from RK) at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-3217844906284075000?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/3217844906284075000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3217844906284075000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3217844906284075000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010so-far.html' title='2010...so far'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-618269973431246439</id><published>2010-01-08T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:35:08.619+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics - Dil Toh Bachha Hai</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been listening to this song a lot, and I am just loving it more and more.&lt;br /&gt;This is from the movie ISHQIYA, where Vidya Balan looks mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;The song is Dil toh Bachha Hai and sung exceptionally well by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lyrics goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aisi ulji nazar unse hatt ti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Daant se reshmi dor katt ti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Umar kab ki baras ke safaid ho gayi&lt;br /&gt;Kaari badari jawani ki chatt ti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Walla ye dhadkan bhadne lagi hai&lt;br /&gt;Chehre ki rangat udne lagi hai&lt;br /&gt;Darr lagta hai tanha sone mein ji&lt;br /&gt;Dil to bachcha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Dil to bachcha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Thoda kaccha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Haan dil to baccha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Aisi ulji nazar unse hatt ti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Daant se reshmi dor katt ti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Umar kab ki baras ke safaid ho gayi&lt;br /&gt;Kaari badari jawani ki chatt ti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Ra ra ra ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisko ptaa tha pehlu mein rakha&lt;br /&gt;Dil aisa baaji bhi hoga&lt;br /&gt;Hum to hamesha samajhte the koi&lt;br /&gt;Hum jaisa haaji hi hoga&lt;br /&gt;Hai zor karein, kitna shor karein&lt;br /&gt;Bewaja baatein pe ainwe gaur karein&lt;br /&gt;Dilsa koi kameena nahi&lt;br /&gt;Koi to rokey, koi to tokey&lt;br /&gt;Iss umar mein ab khaogey dhokhe&lt;br /&gt;Darr lagta hai ishq karne mein ji&lt;br /&gt;Dil to bachcha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Dil to bachcha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Thoda kaccha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Haan dil to baccha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisi udhaasi baithi hai dil pe&lt;br /&gt;Hassne se ghabra rahe hain&lt;br /&gt;Saari jawani katra ke kaati&lt;br /&gt;Piri mein takra gaye hain&lt;br /&gt;Dil dhadakta hai to aise lagta hai woh&lt;br /&gt;Aa raha hai yahin dekhta hi na woh&lt;br /&gt;Prem ki maarein kataar re&lt;br /&gt;Taubah ye lamhe katt te nahi kyun&lt;br /&gt;Aankhein se meri hatt te nahi kyun&lt;br /&gt;Darr lagta hai mujhse kehne mein ji&lt;br /&gt;Dil toh bachcha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Dil toh bachcha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Thoda kaccha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;Haan dil toh baccha hai ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this one, hope you all will like this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-618269973431246439?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/618269973431246439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/01/lyrics-dil-toh-bachha-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/618269973431246439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/618269973431246439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/01/lyrics-dil-toh-bachha-hai.html' title='Lyrics - Dil Toh Bachha Hai'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-3332997258916900897</id><published>2010-01-01T14:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:27:06.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>What a Year !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>What.......a year it had been. It started of with me, B and AT enjoying the fireworks at the London eye on a chilled weather. The 14 minutes of spectacular fireworks. And for a fact not many might have noticed this, but the clock was put behind by 60 seconds at the midnight and we noticed that, at the Big Ben.&lt;br /&gt;I went on to spend the first 4 months of the year in London and enjoyed the stay to the fullest, specially the Snow Fall. Playing all over the snow with&amp;nbsp; bare hands, making snow fall, also using the snow of the balcony as our natural freezer; it was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2x39FmyKI/AAAAAAAAB1s/XJrgmyTocUc/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2x39FmyKI/AAAAAAAAB1s/XJrgmyTocUc/s200/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2yq9aT-xI/AAAAAAAAB10/0Zb-dZwjC_8/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2yq9aT-xI/AAAAAAAAB10/0Zb-dZwjC_8/s200/IMG_0359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2zlTaJHNI/AAAAAAAAB18/yJJxSp4Cgh4/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2zlTaJHNI/AAAAAAAAB18/yJJxSp4Cgh4/s200/IMG_0357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back to Pune, I just had a gala time with colleagues and used to party ever now and then. There were many events, the birthdays, the promotions (yes, I was promoted in April) and all other for just no reason. Then came the Hyderabad trip, where we went to KD's place. This was the first time, I had gone out with my friends outside Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz20TmdzO6I/AAAAAAAAB2M/NEW8zawfN4E/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz20TmdzO6I/AAAAAAAAB2M/NEW8zawfN4E/s200/Picture+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz20CN_u66I/AAAAAAAAB2E/WpT4S2TMXGM/s1600-h/tempx302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz20CN_u66I/AAAAAAAAB2E/WpT4S2TMXGM/s200/tempx302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my Big B came here for his visa stampings during Diwali. I had my house warming at that time. But the stealer of his Pune visit was something else which I will be posting at some other time ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz21bfutQuI/AAAAAAAAB2c/usfy8iYp5yU/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz21bfutQuI/AAAAAAAAB2c/usfy8iYp5yU/s200/DSC_0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The year ended with me piercing my ear, it was a shocker for my mom. And on the last day, my collage friends made my day. It was just a perfect end for the year. I met with most them almost after 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz21h9adCTI/AAAAAAAAB2k/evUkwI3IZJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz21h9adCTI/AAAAAAAAB2k/evUkwI3IZJQ/s200/IMG_2493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 1 year since I have started blogging and I am really happy with it, that I am still continuing it. I have also started reading after a gap of few years and I am really enjoying it. I have read many book this year and just finished with 'The Winner Stands Alone' yesterday (the review I would give in goodreads.com). I have also been listening to a lot of Malayalam and Tamil songs. I would definitely take this on to the next year as well. Also, I have came up with few resolutions and would hope to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this year had bought me a lot high in many ways but there were few downs as well, which I would like to forget it. But yeah, I have learned couple of things from those lows.&lt;br /&gt;But I am really glad that I have managed to reconnect with few of my very very old friends and I am also happy that my bonding with many of my office friends have become more stronger. And it is my friends and my family which helps us to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a Very Happy New Year to my Mom, dad and to my Big B. And the same to my friends B, RK, KD, MM, GTM, Sam, Mahi, Ronny, VM then to my School friends Raki, Sandy, Rip, Vic, Reems, Mallya and last but not the least to my engg gang Jay, Joshi, Yaddu, Pappu, Sammy, Karwa, Mickey and Amol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-3332997258916900897?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/3332997258916900897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3332997258916900897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3332997258916900897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-year.html' title='What a Year !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sz2x39FmyKI/AAAAAAAAB1s/XJrgmyTocUc/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-1742558818073229870</id><published>2009-12-21T18:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:14:15.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Departure</title><content type='html'>Here another story of his life have been closed, and his worst fear have come true. He was just hoping a while ago, that his fear should not come true, while watching the setting Sun. But, he should have understood the pattern, which life had shown him in all these years. Life always follows a sequence and it is upto us to understand it. He has always lost the people whom he had loved, but still he went ahead and dared to get close with her, without understanding that he will have to loose her at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He understands that, no matter how beautiful the story is, it has to end. A story cannot go on for ever. But he didn't expected this story to end in such a way. It ended right in front of him and just couldn't stop it. One small message had changed everything, and the moment he received it, he knew, that things cannot be the same again. No matter how hard he might try, it will not change anything, and he realized that life has again won with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just cant wait for the night to fall, hoping against the hope that everything will be normal between them the next day, but it isn't. He is just trying to pacify himself by saying, 'to start a new story the old one has to end'. He knows, it will be very difficult for him to get over it. As somebody said 'Girls cry and just move on, whereas boys don't cry and they live with it'. And he knows, he will have to live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-1742558818073229870?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/1742558818073229870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1742558818073229870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1742558818073229870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure.html' title='Departure'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-5889851808694118131</id><published>2009-12-15T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:16:00.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>It's winter, and the Sun have began to set early than it used to a few weeks ago. He, doesn't want the sun to set so soon, or rather doesn't want it to set. He had always loved this view, and never had enough of this. And with winter approaching, it gives him altogether a different pleasure. The cool breeze, a thin layer of chillness, the birds flying in an arrow shape back to their nests and the splendid view of the Sun, it looks a bit bigger than it used to, always takes him back to all the happy moments he has spent with the people he had loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had nourished all those moments very close to his heart, because his life have always been overshadowed by the departure of the loved ones. The evening tells him that he is in love, but he is afraid to believe it, as he doesn't want her to leave. All his loved ones have left him one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just hopes, that the new found love should not end like the setting sun and again turning his life into loneliness, but is it really love which he carries in his heart, or is it something he is not yet aware of. But life has taught him to think beyond this and he understands what it is. His mind has always played trick with him, and he thinks this is just another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he just wants to drift away from this thought and enjoy the last beam of light which shines just before the sun goes down the mountain. Another day has passed by with her thought flying in his mind, with not sure of what is stored for tomorrow for him, but he hopes he will find the answers and will enjoy the sunset peacefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-5889851808694118131?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/5889851808694118131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunset.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5889851808694118131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5889851808694118131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-8647024826095742996</id><published>2009-11-24T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:48:06.518+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My Story of Joining GLT</title><content type='html'>Here I would like to share my memories of the those 3 days, which proved to be a turning point in my life. I really, really thank GOD for making it happen. &lt;br /&gt;This is how the story unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th July 2006 (T minus 1 Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Noon Time (The Phone rings): &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with S at the ABC in search of few books. I was then thinking of giving SCJP exam. As, I had just finished giving my final practical exams, and, with no placements I had no other idea of what to do next. My brother was then doing a Kerala outing with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the phone rang and I could see my Mom's call flashing on the sceen (ofcourse it was S's cell as I didn't a cell then). I called my mom back, and it was then she told me about my brother's friend who had called up informing about the Walk-In which was about to happen the other day. The word Walk-In sent in cold shiver to my brain, as I was afraid to see large number of guys hanging out at one place for a job.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I bought a book for the certification (which I havent opened yet till date) said goodbye to S and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evening Time (You have got a mail):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this time I wasn't sure about going for the Walk-In, and it was then my brother called from Kerala and asked me to go and attend the walkin (I was always scared of my brother). I called up that friend (Subbu) who forwarded me a mail with necessary details about the time and place.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see that the rounds would start by 7 in the morning and it was somewhere in SB Road and as usual I didn't knew the place.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I slept for the day and cursing that I would have to get up very early the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th July 2006 (T Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Early Morning (Morning Panic):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up very early in the morning somewhere around 4 and hurriedly got freshed up and was ready to leave by 5, to catch the first local. Got down at the Shivajinagar station and somehow managed to reach the place by 6:15. I was amazed, because I couldn't see many people out there, I waited for another 20-25 minutes but still there weren't many people waiting outside. &lt;br /&gt;Actually this made me happy, as I thought there would be very few people to compete with. &lt;br /&gt;So at 6:45 I thought of going in and it was then my jaws dropped open. There were hundereds of people waiting inside a very big hall. After 7 the HR guys asked all the people to move out and asked us to come in patiently for the aptitude test. Suddenly I could feel the rush of hundereds of people and I started panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Late Morning (Survival of the fittest):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was very fit in those days (I still am ;-) ) and it helped me to push people and move ahead, otherwise I would have never made it till the gate. It was then I saw a girl getting squeezed in the crowd and I helped her move ahead making way for her. This was noticed by the security guard, and he, pulled me&amp;nbsp;in too, and finally I managed to get in where the HR guys were collecting the resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Afternoon (Pay Back Time)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't managed to sit in the first round of aptitude and was kept waiting for more than a hour for the first batch to get over. It was then I realized that a reference was must inorder to appear for the aptitude and it was then I came across very weird people, who just refused to share there reference's. Finally it was pay back time and the girl whom I had helped to get in, gave me a refernce, a name of a person whom I didn't knew and gave me an 8 digit employee number of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Late Afternoon (The Stress)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the aptitude we were again kept waiting for another hour for the results to be out. They started calling the names and asked them to go to the other room. I was praying and wanted them to call out my name, but GOD had other plans, and they didn't called out my name. &lt;br /&gt;I was stressed out as I thought I didn't made it and was thinking what am I going to do next. &lt;br /&gt;But then striked the other plan of GOD, the guys who were still waiting in the room were selected. And I just couldn't beleive myself. I had felt two complete opposite reaction of myself in just a matter of few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evening (Walk in the Park)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then called for the technical interview, again almost after waiting for another hour. Thanks for the Linux project which I did in the final year, made my interview very easy. Because Linux is one such subject, in which very few people have got knowledge about. Then, there was HR interview again after an hour wait. These interview were just a like a walk in the park. And later we were asked to to fill a form giving our contact details. And I left for the day, pretty much relaxed without realising what's stored in for me for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th July (T plus 1 Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whole Morning (Quiet Morning)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday morning, so I got up a bit late, and the first thought which came to me was about the interview which happened a day before. I was not sure what to expect, I was completely blank and tried to keep myself calm. So, I spent the whole morning quietly watching TV, with one ear on the phone wondering, &lt;br /&gt;whether would it ring today with a good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Afternoon 3:10pm (Phone Rings Again)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do remember the exact time when the phone ringed. I was watching something on the TV. My heart skipped a beat as I attended the call. The same lady called me, who had taken my HR interview. She gave me the good news about me getting selected for GLT and asked me to reach office by 4:00 pm to collect the offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;I hate repeating this sentence, but can't help. Even here I didn't knew in which of Pune does Kalyani Nagar comes. I rang N, one of my collage friend and he dropped me at GLT and left with my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evening (Feeling of happiness)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the office building feeling lost, but definately with a sense of happiness bursting inside me. It was the most happiest moment in my life till date. My first walkin and then collecting my offer letter. My joy knew no bounds. I was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;There we were instructed about the technology we would be working on. It was the one which I had never heard of, and we were asked to join GLT on the next day. But that didn't mattered me. &lt;br /&gt;I was on Cloud number 9 and felt so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can ever forget those 3 days of my life. It just changed my life and I am really happy that it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-8647024826095742996?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/8647024826095742996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-story-of-joining-glt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/8647024826095742996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/8647024826095742996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-story-of-joining-glt.html' title='My Story of Joining GLT'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4852257142053508725</id><published>2009-09-27T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:30:02.223+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Standing Over</title><content type='html'>What a tiring weekend had been this till now and when I am tired I like listening to some good songs which have some heavy beats in them, and the one I am listening to is the Theme song of Blue at a high volume. It feels as if it is takes me to a trance mode where I enjoy myself a lot, with my mind relaxing to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when, I tend to think about myself and the people around me, and how our life's interact with each others and we carry on with our day to day things. Each people stand at different places, some being very good and dear friends, with some we hold grudges and their are few others whom we don't bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I hate the most are the ones who always try to Stand Over on their sub-ordinates. We can see these type creatures everywhere, and my office is no exception. And these people make it worse when they call their so called heroic act (cowardliness, for me) as professionalism. I see few of my colleagues who are always being walked over by their seniors and they just don't retaliate. &lt;br /&gt;I remember one golden rule of street fight and I guess it applies everywhere, rule being "Never go onto your back foot, and if you ever go, then hit back real hard". I feel, the moment you let somebody stand over you, it is the same moment you show your greatest weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to keep this short, as I don't want to loose my trance state of my mind as I still want to enjoy some more music. I just want to urge my friends, guys don't let ever anybody to stand over you. One should always fight back, no matter if you fall, you can always stand up and learn, and that is the only way to go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4852257142053508725?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4852257142053508725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/09/standing-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4852257142053508725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4852257142053508725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/09/standing-over.html' title='Standing Over'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-1801648739760024719</id><published>2009-09-13T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:23:30.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>City and Town</title><content type='html'>It feels to be good back to the place where I actually belong, and that is Pune. After two weeks of holidays in my native place in Kannur (a district in Kerala), I realized how much a Punekar I have become, and how much I miss the Pune City. It doesn't mean that I don't like my native place, place where I was born, I like it very much, and the main reason for it, which I believe, is because the place is not a city yet, its just a small town like place. A place where the roads are narrow, a place where you won't find much traffic, not much people with high fashionable branded clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pune is a place which have always changed with time, and it has always amazed me. The first time I was away from Pune for long, was in 2006 when I had gone to London. Pune did changed in those 6 months, and now I always sense that change happening in the city and I also sense that change creeping into me, which a city does to its own people. But to my amazement, my native place haven't changed, it still looks the same to me. the only change happened are the number of houses which are being bought up people with their hard earned money from the Middle East countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in the changes which a city does to its people, and I have seen that. The people in the city are always busy and does not find time for any body else. The eyes of majority of the people speak the same language, and it tells us that I does not care for anybody else. But you won't find this in a village or in a small town like Kannur (my native). Their eyes are different and they speak a different language, a language which is spoken by majority of the people. Their willingness to help others. I have felt it and can relate it with an example, the way the conductors behave in the buses. It is because of their simple eyes, I guess, I remember the face of every conductors I have in the last 2 weeks, and I dont remember the face of the conductor of the bus in which I traveled from Panvel to Pune. But with said so, I agree by the saying "All five fingers are not same".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I love Pune, the Pune city, because the person I have become today is because of the city, but with my roots still finding its way to Kannur. As a person, I would like to keep on changing with the pace of the Pune city and would like my eyes to speak the language of Kannur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-1801648739760024719?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/1801648739760024719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-and-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1801648739760024719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1801648739760024719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-and-town.html' title='City and Town'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-2503881036859199241</id><published>2009-08-23T17:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:36:02.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Anup - Served Fresh and Hot</title><content type='html'>Another lazy Sunday is passing by, but the good thing is I happened to eat few 'modaks' as it's Ganesh Chaturti today. Though I am writing this a bit late, but still I would like to call this as my Birthday Post. I just tend to write few things about myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; My name Anup and my nick name is......don't have any, anyways my name is just a 4 letter     word so why short it further.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;I couldn't pronounce 'R' when I was a child. So I would say 'car' as 'cal', this is not all, I had my own list of funny words, like 'bashashe' for 'namaste', 'eehhh' for 'food'. Really don't have any idea from where these words came to me.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I have been wearing specks since my 3rd Standard. It started as -0.25 but now its -5.75 and -6.00. Damn I am virtually blind without my specks.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; First thing one would notice about me is the scarcity of hair in my head. And I hate when people point out saying this, as if I don't know about that. People don't you have anything else to look at.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I had my first email account when I was in my third year engg. I couldn't think of any good name, so I named it 'brave_anup' and it went through in the first go.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; There was a guy in my 12th tutions who taught me how to sign. The way he signed for me looked really good, but when I started adapting it, it started to look pathetic. Still I use the same signature.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I was very proud of my muscles during engg. because I did worked very hard for that. But it's all gone now, and its been almost 8-10 months I haven't gone to gym.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I enjoy reading, and have been reading a lot since last 6 months. I have also started to love Malayalam and Tamil songs, I should thank Bala for that.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I have never deeply madly loved any body apart from my family members and I don't have a girl friend. I liked one girl in my college but it never went through.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I did my schooling from IGHS and would not like to remember those days. I am in contact with few friends, but still I would not like to remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I did my 11th and 12th Science from SMV college and would also like to forget those 2 years. I avoid having communication with those friends.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I did my engineering in Computers from DYPIET and those 4 years just flew by. If given a chance I would like to re-live those 4 years. Those were the best days of my entire educational life. I had great friends and I am in touch with most of them.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Now I am work with the World's Local Bank and thats HSBC, as a SSE. My interview is not less than a story.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I just cannot imagine myself without my office friends. I have been started enjoying life only with them. And we are a big group.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I have been to on-site twice or in RK's words 'saat samunder paar'. And I can honestly say, I know the streets of London better than Pune, the place where I have been living since last 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; The only female I respect the most after my mom and nani is Kanchan, she was my senior in college. And now I don't know her whereabouts and we have lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; My brother is an inspiration for me in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; My mom and nani are the like icons for me, people can learn from them how to live a life even when you are surrounded my difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; And last but not the least, I believe in the 'Power of Dreams'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing myself a belated Happy Birthday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-2503881036859199241?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/2503881036859199241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/08/anup-served-fresh-and-hot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/2503881036859199241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/2503881036859199241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/08/anup-served-fresh-and-hot.html' title='Anup - Served Fresh and Hot'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6624812940680094067</id><published>2009-08-22T01:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:30:21.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My Silver Jubilee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been few weeks I haven't written anything and that is because I was expecting (yeah exactly EXCEPTING) to write my 25th blog on my 25th birthday and what better would it be than to write about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I have been typically myself and didn't posted anything, and by the way I celebrated my 25th birthday on 18th of August, so here I am writing this post but not about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day didn't started off very well, I had to push my bike a lot as it was punctured and damn it costed me 120 bucks for many other reasons. Then the whole morning I felt like sleeping, so in the office I was nagging NS (yeah she is the tester of one of the project and damn I dont know much about that project), then I didn't had my lunch as I went on to see my new house (yes guys my new house,and I know I haven't talked about it yet, but may be next time in detail) then kept myself focused completely in work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now as I am writing this, I am few pegs down, had my dinner, and these guys are making a lot of hulla hops over here, specially BS and MM. This is the second consecutive Friday where I am doing my night out, but I won't like to stress myself, as I need to go to office tomorrow and complete some of my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But people I promise to post my incomplete blog may be by early next week, serving me hot and fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada to all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-6624812940680094067?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6624812940680094067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-silver-jubilee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6624812940680094067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6624812940680094067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-silver-jubilee.html' title='My Silver Jubilee'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-7318774796787771416</id><published>2009-08-02T16:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:59:42.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day</title><content type='html'>This first Sunday of August, well it was since I guess Thursday, people started forwarding the friendship mails, and I was like what happened to these people, why all of a sudden all of them are forwarding the mails. Then what, Google zindabaad, then it striked me, ohhh....its Friendship Day this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Well its also the first Sunday of my birthday month, this month I will be completing my Silver Jubilee, GOD, really can't believe that I am 25 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its a very normal Sunday for me, got up late, watched TV, read, listened to music. Friendship Day didn't bring anything new to this Sunday, except the number of forwarded messages which kept on coming in my cell. I even don't know whether all of you read the forwarded messages, and does it really mean anything to you all. But yeah, I like when anybody messages me, it at-least shows that the person remembers you and still treats you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Small things like this doesn't seem to be important but they really do matter in life. sometimes a simple 'Hi' over a phone conveys a lot a thing and it does not cost you a fortune to say it over a phone. So, going forward I have thought to keep in touch with all my good friends. It's not like we have forgotten them but we just tend to ignore to contact them, the reasons may be many, but we must overcome the reasons and be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like wish all my friends(the school friends, college friends, the office team mates and all the other &lt;a href="http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends-long-lost-one.html"&gt;Long Lost Friends&lt;/a&gt;) a Very Happy Friendship Day. I would to end by saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;never hesitate to start a new connection but always keep the old connection going&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my School Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3aw7sxTI/AAAAAAAABzU/7iF3rrv_P5M/s1600-h/DSCF5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3aw7sxTI/AAAAAAAABzU/7iF3rrv_P5M/s200/DSCF5191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325832777418034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the perfect pic which can describe all of our college mates, isn't this funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3qQNGM2I/AAAAAAAABzc/jWyBnjWa0Gw/s1600-h/College+Identities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3qQNGM2I/AAAAAAAABzc/jWyBnjWa0Gw/s200/College+Identities.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365326098869924706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my team mates, with whom I have enjoyed a lot in last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3z9drCjI/AAAAAAAABzk/FRCpIuv1Zbs/s1600-h/Team+Mates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3z9drCjI/AAAAAAAABzk/FRCpIuv1Zbs/s200/Team+Mates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365326265637866034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-7318774796787771416?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/7318774796787771416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-friendship-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7318774796787771416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7318774796787771416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnV3aw7sxTI/AAAAAAAABzU/7iF3rrv_P5M/s72-c/DSCF5191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-698025927323180641</id><published>2009-07-29T18:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:29:34.507+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Hyderabadi Weekend</title><content type='html'>The week didn't started the way I wanted to, but, it had ended in the best way I could have ever thought. The new week bought fever to me, and had to take a day off, and this damped my mood of writing this post. Now, feeling much better specially after playing badminton last evening (I have been mentioning about my badminton since last few posts, isn't it) and TT today. The F/E always reject whatever we say and unnecessarily we have to look into unwanted things, and in this way, most of day have been consumed. But whenever RK saw me, I was never on my Green Screen, damn his timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM was finally able to recover the deleted pics from his camera and uploaded it. It felt so good. This guy deleted all the pics which were taken in Hyderabad. Here it comes, YES, I had been to Hyderabad last week. The City of Pearls, City of the Nizam's, City of Biryani and whole lot of stuff which it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now along with that I would like say, which I had observed in the city, few things which I didn't expected.&lt;br /&gt;First would be definately it's traffic. I always thought, Pune have got the worst traffic, but I was amazed to see that people can drive much worse than that. It seemed people enjoyed breaking the traffic rules, they won't bother to give indicators before they take the turn and the cab (which we had booked for a day) gave us a real roller coster ride on the roads, which was buzzing with traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second would be girls. Yeah you read it correctly. The city lacks girls. During my 3 days of stay I couldn't find a single beautiful girl out there. Girls don't you people exist there, what I saw were either small girls or children with their mommies, no teenage girls were hanging out anywhere. Damn, no good girls to look out for in the city, is image I have carried along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBFGqY49LI/AAAAAAAAByU/OE47gsLuIzY/s1600-h/tempx162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363863136958477490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBFGqY49LI/AAAAAAAAByU/OE47gsLuIzY/s200/tempx162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBE2V_zHYI/AAAAAAAAByM/X2ImqoTODXg/s1600-h/tempx36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363862856606621058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBE2V_zHYI/AAAAAAAAByM/X2ImqoTODXg/s200/tempx36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was perfect, we couldn't even realize and three days just flew by, and we were back in the office on Monday morning. The Film Studio, Fort, Parks and all were just spectacular. The food which were served were just utterly utterly delicious, all those vada's, bhondas and do I need to tell about the Biryani's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBHbljQSFI/AAAAAAAAByc/UFQU32PUrMg/s1600-h/tempx235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363865695460280402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBHbljQSFI/AAAAAAAAByc/UFQU32PUrMg/s200/tempx235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, to have many more such amazing weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-698025927323180641?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/698025927323180641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/hyderabadi-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/698025927323180641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/698025927323180641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/hyderabadi-weekend.html' title='Hyderabadi Weekend'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SnBFGqY49LI/AAAAAAAAByU/OE47gsLuIzY/s72-c/tempx162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-8400968191146444022</id><published>2009-07-15T14:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:19:56.255+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Forwarded Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I dont check the forwarded mails in my Inbox, unless they are interesting. So at any time one will find 90 to 100 unread mails over there.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is one of the main which was interesting, with beautiful thoughts, and I would like to publish the same in my blog.So this post is for the beautiful thoughts forwarded to me by a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are few on the age, or getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGE&lt;/strong&gt; is mind over matter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you don't mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't matter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2kIuFemOI/AAAAAAAABwI/CU42Dq_0nZE/s1600-h/ag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358619601357674722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2kIuFemOI/AAAAAAAABwI/CU42Dq_0nZE/s200/ag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;You can't help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting &lt;strong&gt;older&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you dont have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to get &lt;strong&gt;Old&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing OLD is &lt;strong&gt;inevitible&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;growing up is &lt;strong&gt;Optional&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some over Love, love towards friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2krpZ_-pI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RsbUQJUzWnM/s1600-h/Lv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358620201396992658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2krpZ_-pI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RsbUQJUzWnM/s200/Lv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling in Love is &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;staying&lt;/strong&gt; in Love is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something very &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2lmk_h4lI/AAAAAAAABwY/-SMlqLOKPQ8/s1600-h/Frnds1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358621213824508498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2lmk_h4lI/AAAAAAAABwY/-SMlqLOKPQ8/s200/Frnds1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereever you are&lt;br /&gt;it is your &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who make&lt;br /&gt;your &lt;strong&gt;World&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having a place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to go - is a &lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to love - is a &lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-8400968191146444022?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/8400968191146444022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/forwarded-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/8400968191146444022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/8400968191146444022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/forwarded-thoughts.html' title='Forwarded Thoughts'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sl2kIuFemOI/AAAAAAAABwI/CU42Dq_0nZE/s72-c/ag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-3024232169197143146</id><published>2009-07-15T14:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:07:41.896+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Terrible Day</title><content type='html'>What a day it had been yesterday!!! Things happened to me as if somebody has penned down a story and fitted me as a character in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, things started to happen right from the midnight. Since past few weeks I have been facing problem with my cell-phone, where I was not able to cancel any call because the key was not responding. Now suddenly the key have started to work and the worst part is, it is always active. As a result, I am not able to make any calls nor I am able to receive any one either. So, just before going to sleep, I had fully charged my cell. Then after dinner, I went to watch some Russel Peters, Jeff Dunham and Criag Fergusson (which my brother suggested me to watch).&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 5:30 in the morning, my cell gave an alert saying the battery is discharged, thanks to the key which is always active. As a result, my alarm didn't work and I ended up getting late. And, this is funny, I really don't understan why, but my mom started arguing with me and ended up saying whole lot of stuff, and that argument went on for some 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with such an amazing start to the day, I wondered what was stored for me ahead. Then I took another handset (which looks like an antique piece) and left for the office. It was pouring down heavily and was enjoying every single drop of rain by riding slowly. Now my shoes were completely soaked up, so most of the time I roamed in the office floor on my bare feet. And, like the same old story (since last 2 months) I didn't had any work, and am acting just like a filler, and still awaiting for the final approval by the business for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, spent my time by going through different sites, played TT, and most of the times was just monitoring the share market. It was just rallying, with ABAN being the top gainer with almost 24%.Wonder if I had bought some more a day before, then I would have been a happy man. Damn my Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while going back, again it started to rain heavily, but now I just tried to flew through the road, instead of going slowly. Mom, was a bit OK in the evening and thankfully didn't mentioned anything about the morning incident. I didn't talked much as usual because I wasn't feeling that good, thanks to the morning incident.&lt;br /&gt;Then, late evening I went to play badminton, and tried playing back-hand a lot. Damn, its too weak and I really need to improve it a lot. N have started playing back-hand really very well. Then again on my way back home it rained heavily, now I really doubt whether the Rain God loves me or does he have something else in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before going to bed, I showed few snaps which bhai had uploaded over the net, and after that I went on to a deep sleep, but only after watching few more of Craig Fergusson, because I really wanted to end the day on a happier note after it had such a bad beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now eagerly waiting for the weekend to arrive as I would be completing my 3 years in the present company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-3024232169197143146?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/3024232169197143146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/terrible-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3024232169197143146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3024232169197143146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/terrible-day.html' title='Terrible Day'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-7825853948779630159</id><published>2009-07-13T13:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:45:34.651+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A Weekend to Lonavala!!!</title><content type='html'>Another weekend flew by, and it's Monday again. But the weekend wasn't bad, it was a bit happeningnThough it didn't started the way I wanted to, but still everything fit into place very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend happened to be long weekend only for me, as I was bedridden, because of some junk food which I had in my office canteen. I had my evening snacks on Thrusday and went home, but during my entire ride my stomach was grumbling. Even after that I went on to go and play badminton. That made me complete sick. It was planned that we would be going to Lonavala on Saturday, and I really didn't wanted to miss the trip. So, I did what I can do best, I didn't go to office on Friday and took a complete rest. Watched an old Malayalam movie in the morning, then went on to read 'Not without my Daughter' (it's an amazing biography about a woman and her daughter who are trying to escape from Iran). Meanwhile Gautam confirmed the timings for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started of really well, though I had an upset stomach but it didn't dampened me. I was on time at the pick up spot, and we began our drive to Lonavala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SlrsYJ15EBI/AAAAAAAABvw/yhWhCXQD3C8/s1600-h/DSCN3671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357854606413598738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SlrsYJ15EBI/AAAAAAAABvw/yhWhCXQD3C8/s200/DSCN3671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenic beauty was amazing, all the mountains were lush green, and covered by clouds and it was raining consistently to add on to the beauty of the weather. As we were heading towards the Tiger Waterfall, the fogs became more dense, with just about 5-10 meters visibility, and we were thoroughly enjoying, the music playing in the vehicle was adding some spice to the jovial mood we were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Slrsy8f1vhI/AAAAAAAABv4/wyl-Al8YbcA/s1600-h/DSCN3690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357855066687913490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Slrsy8f1vhI/AAAAAAAABv4/wyl-Al8YbcA/s200/DSCN3690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As were heading towards the waterfall, we could just hear the music which water was creating but were not able to see the waterfall because of the fog. The pressure was really good and to add on, the water was chilled. We got ourselves soaked in the water for more than hour or two.Then we moved on to the BhushiDam, but didn't enjoyed that place as it was very crowded as if a procession was in place. It was late noon, and we all were started to get hungry, thanks to all the 'masti' which we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Slrs8YB117I/AAAAAAAABwA/S47QDXQdTtk/s1600-h/DSCN3701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357855228697106354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Slrs8YB117I/AAAAAAAABwA/S47QDXQdTtk/s200/DSCN3701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a place for a good decent lunch for 14 guys and on a weekend in Lonavala, itself is a task. But we finally managed to find place in RamaKrishna. To the amazement KV paid for the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bought some Chikkis and left the place, I reached back home by 6:30, took some rest and again went to play badminton at night, and had a good game. Meanwhile, S called up regularly the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a lazy one, exactly the way how I wanted to. Got up early, downloaded few songs, did some chatting with bhai, read the book, watched TV, then again chatted, TV, book etc..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the coming week, that's because I will be completing my 3 years in HSBC, so looking forward for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-7825853948779630159?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/7825853948779630159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-to-lonavala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7825853948779630159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7825853948779630159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-to-lonavala.html' title='A Weekend to Lonavala!!!'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SlrsYJ15EBI/AAAAAAAABvw/yhWhCXQD3C8/s72-c/DSCN3671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6598607353313632795</id><published>2009-07-06T23:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:41:38.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>School Days:- Yaadein Tazaa Ho Gayi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SlThUDaZMzI/AAAAAAAABu4/ryhZYTpGKeM/s1600-h/DSCF5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SlThUDaZMzI/AAAAAAAABu4/ryhZYTpGKeM/s320/DSCF5191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356153591480005426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post I did mentioned about the School reunion, yes, finally it happened on Sunday. Excitement was really gripping, as I would be seeing few of them after 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;So, in this post I would be talking about those who made it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part over here is, we 15 people are very much in Pune, but never thought to meet in this last 9 years. People in small groups always used to meet up either in Pimpri or FC Road.&lt;br /&gt;Latish had initially planned for this reunion almost a year back but it never happened, and now this happened exactly when he is not around here, he is in Dubai working in some Shipping company. He came to our class in 9th Standard. He was the most 'tapori' kind of a boy in our class. But he is very kind hearted. And moreover he looks like a typical South-Indian guy with nice mustache, leaving behind all the 'taproiness' which he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the people as and when I did meet them on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh, he is one guy with whom I have spent my whole childhood, We have grown up together in the same locality. Now he did his Hotel Management and is working in a firm in Pune, which has to do something with the Sales stuff. We have always bee in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reema, I remember her from my first standard. She is a sweet, good looking and a big time chatter-box. She always used to compete with me in studies. She was (and is) the most active girl I have ever seen in my life. She did her MCoM and is now pursuing her MBA from Symbiosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandeep, or commonly called as Sandy. He is quite but gets very hyper when somebody provokes him. And Rakesh is really good at this. He has now opened is own frim which outsources work from some of his US clients, and his approach is really impressive. Hope his does really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripin, this guy came to our class in eighth standard. He did his hotel management and did his training in US if I am not wrong. Now he is back in Pune and don't know what is he doing, because he didn't waited for long as he had some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramya, now this news about her came as a shocker, Latish got engaged to her. Nobody from our group could believe it. She was the most silent and lovable girl in our class. And I am really happy for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav, he was the Joker of our class. Complete fun loving boy, and would always try to make others laugh with his instant one liners. Now, he work with some firm and also have his own PC hardware shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shailesh, the image which I carried for him before we met on Sunday was the same one when we  were in school. But, he is the one who have changed the most. He looks like a definite politician and he is really trying to get into the same, with the help from his family members. Sounds impressive isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhasker, he was one of the most simple and innocent guy of our class. He would not even utter a word like 'kuthe' (Dog in Hindi). He is still the same and is working with one of the leading Mechanical Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita and Gita, these were the two girls who always used to hang out together. Rita was the steady performer in the class and the most reliable one when it come to home work and craft. Gita, would always try to match Rita's steps. Now, both of them work with an IT firm in Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajeev/Sameer, now these guys were not from our class, they were from the other division. But I know Sameer very well, he was with us in our tuitions in 10th, but, with Rajeev, its only Hi-Bye kind of a relationship. We never had an actual conversation in school and I am pretty OK with it and that's because I never appreciated the attitude which he carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky, now he was the one who arrived late among the boys, and he is the one who got married first among our boys. Yes, he lost his bachelor hood. He is doing good and is also working with an IT-security firm, if I am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about the 14 people who made it on Sunday. We all had a great time together, recollecting many of the mischievous we all did and were still doing some pranks in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;At times it felt we all are still the same. But as we say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Everything does not change, but, somethings do'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we have more of such kind of reunions in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-6598607353313632795?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6598607353313632795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-days-yaadein-tazaa-ho-gayi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6598607353313632795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6598607353313632795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-days-yaadein-tazaa-ho-gayi.html' title='School Days:- Yaadein Tazaa Ho Gayi'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SlThUDaZMzI/AAAAAAAABu4/ryhZYTpGKeM/s72-c/DSCF5191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-1085040315814931026</id><published>2009-07-05T00:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:13:52.729+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>To Adi Sir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sk-i2MmBd4I/AAAAAAAABuw/5215eXi9dVk/s1600-h/adi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sk-i2MmBd4I/AAAAAAAABuw/5215eXi9dVk/s320/adi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354677533944149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are flying by, and here comes another weekend, and as usual I don't have much to do except that we some 15 people from our School (that is the 2000 batch pass-out) are planned to meet, but will have to wait and see how many are going to come. So, rest of the time I will do my best by just lazing around in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend started by reading a blog of Aditya Sir, where he have narrated his past 5 years by Walking down the rain. And it really feels good to know that people don't forget you despite being just met twice or thrice.&lt;br /&gt;He was my savior during the last year of my engineering, where me and my group were struggling to complete the project work. It's because of his effort we managed to submit my project on time along with a sponsorship certificate and scored good healthy marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met him twice or thrice during that, and that was it and  it's been three years now.&lt;br /&gt;I used to thank him occasionally for all the help he have done, but I am not thanking him now, as I know he won't like it. I remember the exacts word he said to me while we were chatting '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;f you want to thank me, then help somebody when they need it the most&lt;/span&gt;'. I still remember those, and the same he has narrated in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I won't thank him here, it would be just not fair enough from my part and thats the only smallest thing which I can do. So Aditya Sir, I sincerely want to give you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; for everything, and also for still remembering me, and including me as a chapter of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-1085040315814931026?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/1085040315814931026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-adi-sir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1085040315814931026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1085040315814931026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-adi-sir.html' title='To Adi Sir'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Sk-i2MmBd4I/AAAAAAAABuw/5215eXi9dVk/s72-c/adi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-5904456125267037346</id><published>2009-06-27T16:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:16:32.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Think about Something</title><content type='html'>This is what I have been telling to myself since last few weeks, and guess what I have not been able to think about anything new. Here, to think about something , means, to just wander the thoughts freely and it should come up with something new and you can build up a story on that thought, or just about some fantasies. My fantasies are weird, sometimes I think, how good it would have been if I had the power to become invisible, or if I could fly around, then even I would have been a friend of Wolverine and joined his community :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my fantasies are inspired by movies or tele-serials.By watching the movies, it feels what if I had the moves of Hrithik, physic of Salman and style of the ever green Rajni. Girls would be really dying for me if I have those stuff. It would have been so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been able to think about anything in these last few weeks, and thats because, I have been drained out completely mentally and physically, and also I didn't had enough time to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Last week started with one of my brothers marriage, as my brother is not around, so I had to attend that, then the next day I could not go to office because of the palkhi, they had jammed the road, but fortunately S came to my place that day, and we had loads of fun. Then next day, I had to go to Panvel to receive my Mom and again on the next day there was some people protesting on the Highway disrupting the whole traffic. So, I took a 4 day off last week.&lt;br /&gt;And this week started with celebration in the office, with the whole Europe team having a 'Mauj Mela' organised for two days, and being a part of the decoration team, had to spend the weekend in the office decorating the cubicles and on the weekdays decorating the game stalls, which went on to collect the highest revenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the worst part, it hadn't rained here the whole June, which is very depressing. I hope it pours down heavily in the coming week and I would like to come up with something good by next week.&lt;br /&gt;So meantime, I would like to relax and have decided to read a new book which I had bought almost 2 months back and will update on the story once I finishes the book.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Anup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-5904456125267037346?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/5904456125267037346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-about-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5904456125267037346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5904456125267037346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-about-something.html' title='Think about Something'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-1744183676255835840</id><published>2009-06-16T23:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:53:41.296+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Flag Hoisting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SjfjIZWrEZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/4CkeuVIIWW4/s1600-h/CIMG3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347992815910195602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SjfjIZWrEZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/4CkeuVIIWW4/s320/CIMG3211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been always seeing the flag been hoisted on two main occasions, it may be either the Independence day or the Republic Day. As a school going kid, I remember going to school early morning for the Flag Hoisting and then doing the parade in the school ground. Other thing which I used to like is, the Republic Day parade which happens near the Red Fort. The full display of the artillary and the Soilders marching their way to glory, its a spectacular view. The other ocassions where I saw the Tri color being hoisted were at the Olympic Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am writing about this because, few days back I was just going through my pictures, which were clicked during last visit to London during 2007. During my stay there I visited many places, but this one place was special. Every Indian must be aware of this place, its the Mecca of Cricket, yes The Lord's Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;The ground was small to what I have imagined, but the field was lush Green, resembling a green carpet being layed down there. The stand where Ganguly removed his Shirt imitating Flintoff. Its really amazing to be there in the stands, looking over to the pitch.It was a guided tour and as we were going towards the Media Centre, there were flags of all the cricket playing countries being hoisted. I was looking for the Tricolor, but couldn't find it anywhere, it was then I saw that our Flag was lying down and I guess it was the knot which wasn't strong enough to withstand the blowing wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the first time I hoisted the flag, and that too at The Lord's, it was a proud feelingfor me, I had goosebumps all over me and couldn't beleive myself that I was actually hoisting our Tricolor. I really felt proud of myself with the oppurtunity I got, because how many of us have actually hoisted the flag, there would be hardly anyone except the politicians, mostly who do it without the proudness in them, others are the school Principal's, which I am not sure how they must be feeling and few includes the armed force personals who hoist it with proudness. And I was proud of myself and thank god for granting me the chance, which may be once a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay Hind.&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/6528149960367383296-1744183676255835840?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/1744183676255835840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/06/flag-hoisting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1744183676255835840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1744183676255835840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/06/flag-hoisting.html' title='Flag Hoisting'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SjfjIZWrEZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/4CkeuVIIWW4/s72-c/CIMG3211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-2218783184957370360</id><published>2009-06-04T23:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:13:15.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Thirty Question to Dodge :-)</title><content type='html'>Really found this question very funny and interesting. I am picking this up from my &lt;a href="http://anish-nair.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirty-fun-questions-to-dodge.html"&gt;brothers profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Why am I so sleepyyyyyyy (yyaawwwnnnn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;200 Rs and 2 Pounds ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;more(the peacock), chhor (rice in malayalam) and floor thats it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Ghar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjO1CXND4V8&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=CBB80A139B3DA311&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=24"&gt;'Eye of the Tiger - Scorpions (Rocky 3)'&lt;/a&gt; - follow the Youtube Link for the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Nike shorts and a T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;A BIG NOOO and would never like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Nike, Reebok and Red-Tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Its weird but I prefer a Dark room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;He is good, a bit idiot but afterall he's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What does your watch look like?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Got a Fossil, gifted by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Watched Rohit Sharma smashing the ball all round the ground. (India Won by 9 wickets against Pakistan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;It was from Balaji and says 'Partner in Crime, very organised, helpful and truthful are the words that come to my mind when I think about you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;'arre yaar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who told you he/she loved you last?(please exclude spouse , family, children)&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Cant think of anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;My new bean bag :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favourite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;My Engg Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Good Night to my Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Its a malayalam song &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mdkidangath/music/zm0242sW/kalyani-menon-jalashayayil-1/"&gt;'Jalashayayil'&lt;/a&gt;, its a very beautiful and soothing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where did you live in 1987?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;In Pune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;There might be somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Name three things that you have on you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Wallet, Watch and Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What’s your favourite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Without any doubt Pune, but I have also started to like London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;It was to my Granny many years back, and guess what the letter was in Malayalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;I dont have a car, but bike yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;It has to be 'S', today but hung up the call quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Yeah my whole body and its since last Sunday, and thats because, I Swimmed, played TT, badminton, Volley Ball and also started to go to Gym after say, 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Rocky Balboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you been burnt by love?&lt;br /&gt;==&gt;Not burnt, as was able to pull the plug quickly, so just felt the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-2218783184957370360?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/2218783184957370360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirty-question-to-dodge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/2218783184957370360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/2218783184957370360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirty-question-to-dodge.html' title='Thirty Question to Dodge :-)'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-1865967556102428160</id><published>2009-05-29T17:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:09:04.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Trip To Back Home</title><content type='html'>The excitement wasn't gripping me last week. But as the date was approaching nearer and nearer I could feel that, the small rumble tumble in the stomach, whenever I used to think about my flight or about home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid farewell by placing chocolates and some cookies at my desk to all the colleagues with whom I had worked for past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Then after bidding good bye to all, I left for the day a bit early, as I haven't started packing my baggage, and thats because I knew it won't take me long to finish with my packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then instead of packing I went to A's place, we were 4 guys there, made food watched the IPL and slept there.&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning was fun, full of hurry and a bit tensed, I reached home at 8 then slept again for few more hours got up at 11 had my bath and started packing my bag.By around 2 in the noon I finished all the stuffs and was waiting for my Cab to arrive, which was suppossed to arrive at 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine this, a Benz coming to pick you up.  Yes my Cab was a Benz, amazing isn't it and it was the first time I sat in that car. That machine is truely beautiful. No wonder Germans are proud of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;The ride back to the Airport was intresting, and, the intresting factor was in the form of the Taxi Driver, I didn't asked his name nor did he. But he introduced me saying that he comes from Karachi, Pakistan. I must say, that man talked so much and his topics were only ranging between problems happening around in London, India, Pakistan and Afghanistan. And guess what, he even knew who the culprit was, discovery of the Great Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight was at 9:30 and before 5:30 I had by baggage checked in, so I had all the time in the world to roam around the so called Duty Free Shops. I did my shopping from there, and was almost fainted by the prices they charge at the airport. The shops say they are duty free but even a small pack of chocolate was costing 3 pounds more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping I had still some 3 hours left for my flight, so I thought of reading a book 'Before I Die' by Jenny Downham, it was then R called me, and when I told him what I was doing he suggested me not to read books with that kind of topic when you are about to board a flight. Ohhh God, then that was it, I stopped that, and was wondering what to do, suddenly the man sitting next to me started a conversation with me. Now this man also belonged to Karachi, Pakistan and was a psychiatrist and guess what, this man was able to talk more than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, he left for his flight, and I was just killing time, looking here and there, to the people who belonged to different countries, different races, different religion, speaking different languagus. It felt so unique. I wont be able to find this in India again, this Cosmopolitan culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time arrived, as the clock was ticking to 9:30 the boarding announcement happened, and with that the rumbling tumbling was at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;I could already feel like home. This feel became reality the next day when I had to face the burning Sun, yeah the Mercury was raised more than twice, which I faced a day before.&lt;br /&gt;But it really feels great to be back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-1865967556102428160?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/1865967556102428160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1865967556102428160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1865967556102428160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-back-home.html' title='Trip To Back Home'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6094957327076020595</id><published>2009-04-20T21:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:27:55.240+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Wait.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Seyd3WvZ8NI/AAAAAAAABrU/6ZQSxBx4LOI/s1600-h/Wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806033595232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Seyd3WvZ8NI/AAAAAAAABrU/6ZQSxBx4LOI/s320/Wait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time, he had been waiting for a reply from her. His mind tells him that she loves him, but the other mind always goes on and starts creating doubt in him, does she really loves him? If she does, she would have answered his question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started almost 5 years back, when both were doing their graduation from the same college. It didn't just start in one day. They became friends, then good friends, then became very good friends. But he always liked her more than a friend and wondered whether she also felt the same? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long  for her to understand, and one fine evening he shared his feelings. But she didn't respond, kept mum, infact tried to ignore him which hurt him a lot. So in order to prevent the relation from breaking, he backed off and pretended to be normal as if there was nothing in his heart. But he knew, deep down inside him, he loved her and cannot change that feeling for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flew by, and they both graduated, took different paths in life and carried on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After few months she told him, she is with somebody, and that shattered him, his heart started to weep, but he never let her knew this. He congratulated her and she happily moved on without realizing how much he loved her. He always stood there waiting for her, but she didn't notice and his Wait is still continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tried to bury his feelings for her, but couldn't, as she was his first love and he just couldn't take her out of his heart. So he kept her thoughts deep inside him preserving all the memories he had. And as time went by, she lost touch with him and he wondered whether he should call her up and enquire about her? But he didn't because he knew he will not be able to hide his feelings and he didn't want her to know that he still loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple of years passed by, he cherished those old momories, and last he heard was she went abroad to pursue her Post Graduation and also learnt that she broke up. This gave him a mixed feeling, was sad to hear she broke up but it also made him feel good about it. They started talking again, the Time Zone diference never bothered him, as he always loved to talk to her. The feelings which were deep inside him again started flourshing. He was happy, and one day he shared all his feelings with her, all untold things were told, and here he was again waiting for her reply. She kept mum, but didn't turn away like before, instead, respected his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always beleived 'True Love Waits', and so he is, waiting, for 5 long years.But he is still unsure, are the things about to repeat itself again of will it be a new begining for him or will he be kept waited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This just happen to come to my mind while I was alone doing nothing in my apartment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are just my thoughts, nothing to do with anybody.&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/6528149960367383296-6094957327076020595?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6094957327076020595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6094957327076020595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6094957327076020595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait.html' title='Wait.........'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/Seyd3WvZ8NI/AAAAAAAABrU/6ZQSxBx4LOI/s72-c/Wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-3438396173377978948</id><published>2009-04-14T20:57:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:05:23.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>VISHU - വിഷു</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SeSs12PE3fI/AAAAAAAABrM/RlTCDloYYRA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324570700550561266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SeSs12PE3fI/AAAAAAAABrM/RlTCDloYYRA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SeSsYhXsSiI/AAAAAAAABrE/KskE9YQ5ehM/s1600-h/vishukanni.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324570196733348386" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SeSsYhXsSiI/AAAAAAAABrE/KskE9YQ5ehM/s320/vishukanni.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishu marks the first day of the month Medam of Malayalam Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the calendar year is changed in the month of Chingam - which marks the festival Onam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishu, which means 'equal' in Sanskrit, is the harvest festival of Kerala, and is celebrated in a very grand manner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day starts with the Vishukanni, followed by Vishu Kaineetan, crackers or Vishu Padakam, loads of masti and then the Vishu sadhya, yummmmyyyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishukanni is generally made by the elderly lady of the house, and is believed that the entire year should be as prosperous as the VishuKanni. Kanni is generally set with the photo of Krishna in the middle and with deepams lighting, along with many traditional things with Konnapoo being the most important one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the VishuKanni, elder people give Kaineetam to the young ones, generally in the form of rupees. This is followed by the fire works i.e. VishuPadakam. Also new clothes are weared on this auspicious day and it is called as VishuKodi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, in the afternoon the lunch is served and is termed as VishuSadhya, where traditional Keralite food is made and serevd in a Banana leaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish everybody a Very Happy Vishu (Vishuashamsakal - വിഷു ആശംസകള്‍).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May this year be as prosperous as the VishuKanni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-3438396173377978948?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/3438396173377978948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/04/vishu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3438396173377978948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/3438396173377978948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/04/vishu.html' title='VISHU - വിഷു'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SeSs12PE3fI/AAAAAAAABrM/RlTCDloYYRA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-9075956842735865396</id><published>2009-04-01T00:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:12:43.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Break The Rules!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SdJurjJ4IaI/AAAAAAAABq0/h9iYu6hmIlI/s1600-h/break+the+rules.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319435804328075682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SdJurjJ4IaI/AAAAAAAABq0/h9iYu6hmIlI/s320/break+the+rules.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE - a regulation, a guideline, have always binded ones life. Since the very childhood memories, one can remember, we always live our lives sticking to rules. Rules set by parents, rules set by society and some we don't know who, but they always exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the early school days we are told to abide by the school rules. Rules like, we should not laugh loudly, should not talk loudly, will they implant a silencer in my throat to cut down my voice. If a child is loud in expressing himself, he should have the freedom to express himself the way he want. And if the rules are not followed we are marked as B or C grade students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cmon its time to &lt;strong&gt;Break The Rules&lt;/strong&gt; set by the School!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our society is not far behind. They will have hundereds of crappy rules set, and its really hard to believe majority of them follows them. The worst part is these rules vary from society to society, like people living in middle class locality will have different rules than to those of the higher class. If a guy is talking for long over his mobile phone, immediately people will start making gossips about them, and these can be best seen, where people rent out their homes for clg or IT guys. If one comes home a bit late on friday, its considered to be a taboo in the society. It really doesn't make any sense why people have any objections about this. Specially the aunties of the house. And if we dont follow the rules, we are being treated as the irresponsible people of the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cmon its time to &lt;strong&gt;Break The Rules&lt;/strong&gt; set by the Society!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The so called IT firms too have their own rules set for people. In one hand they will talk about flexibility on the other hand they have their so called policies which kills the flexibility and the free atmosphere. Rules like wearing formals on a particular day, wearing casuals on some other day, should have Tie on this day. Why do these firms follow the so called western working culture so blindly, though on ground reality we both dont have anything in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cmon its time to &lt;strong&gt;Break The Rules&lt;/strong&gt; set by the Companies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really big time now for us to &lt;strong&gt;Break The Rules&lt;/strong&gt;, and step outside the cocoon which had been tightely wrapped by the threads of the so called unwanted rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-9075956842735865396?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/9075956842735865396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-rules.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/9075956842735865396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/9075956842735865396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-rules.html' title='Break The Rules!!!!!'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SdJurjJ4IaI/AAAAAAAABq0/h9iYu6hmIlI/s72-c/break+the+rules.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-2746582490245603137</id><published>2009-03-30T18:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:53:16.006+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>To Bhai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This post is special for me, as in this I would be writing about my brother, so will take time to write this as I would like to make it special. But, I am really bad in expressing myself.....my Mom and Supriya always tells me, that, I need to imporve in expressing myself. So Bhai, I guess you won't mind by the way I will be expressing myself here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always referred to him as 'Bhai', people in my village always give me a different look whenever I say 'Bhai', may be they are right because you never hear a Mallu referring to his elder brother as 'Bhai', it will always be 'etta' (etta means brother). But cmon you village fellows I can't change it now, beause he have always been a 'Bhai' to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has been one of the most influential and inspiring person in my Life. His caring nature towards the family, his command as an elder son, his anger and all other small small things makes him a better person. He is truly an allrounder person, who will do all the work, you name it and he will be like yeah why not, let me try. And I really respect that person in him. Many a times I have tried to imitate him, but realized I can never fit-in in his shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It always feels great when you grow under such a protective environment, nobody bullies you in school (as we both had been to the same school), somebody keeping an eye over you and guiding you what to do and what not to do, but sometimes its irritating thats because, I feel, we loose our independent way of doing things which the elder brothers enjoyed in their young age, but later when we grow up we realize how stupid we were to think like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is also a good teacher for me, I have learnt many lessons from him which no teacher can teach you. In my childhood I was very afraid of dark, he was the one who help helped me to defeat that fear. I was in a very Jubliant mood when I first walked on a dark road all alone, and the reason for that, was you, Bhai. He was the one who taught me ride a bicycle, he taught me to ride a bike. I have learnt a lot by looking at him doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was suppossed to be back to India by 30th March, which is his birthday but his stay in New York have been extended till June. I was planning to buy a birthday present for him, but you know, my mind always becomes blank whenever I think of gettnig a present for him. So, I just thought of writing a post for him instead of buying something, because 'words speak louder than actions'. I know, after reading this he will say 'kya.....likhta hai tu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moreover he is a perfect son for my Mom and Dad, a perfect Grandson for my Nanny, a perfect friend, and more over a perfect brother for me. Thanks for being the person who you are, and hope you will always remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Bhai !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-2746582490245603137?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/2746582490245603137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-bhai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/2746582490245603137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/2746582490245603137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-bhai.html' title='To Bhai'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6044229134041772127</id><published>2009-03-18T21:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:11:35.438+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Its been few weeks now I haven't posted anything on my blog. It's not like I have not written anything, infact I have worte few of them but never felt like posting them here. Don't know why, somtimes its really confusing on what all things to write. I think of a topic and even start dumping the stuff onto paper, but somewhere down the line I loose touch on the topic and am lost somewhere and I am just not able to find my way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because of this reason, I have also subjected the post as '???'. Even writing this I am having a feeling that I may get lost somewhere, but I am determined that I am definately going to post this one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I have planned to rename the title of my Blog to 'MAVERICK' from 'Simply Me - Anup'. Tejaswini have branded me Copppy Cat (mind the triple p in that), the day I gave the title as 'Simply Me' thats because even her title have the same name 'Simply Me'.Now I guess she remove that 'Copy Cat' tag from my name [:)]&lt;br /&gt;Lets come back to 'Maverick'Maverick because I loved the character of Tom Cruise he palyed in 'Top Gun' (he was called by the name Maverick).&lt;br /&gt;It also means 'person who thinks independently'.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly on top of all I love the way it sounds 'Mav-e-rick'.&lt;br /&gt;There is one more word which I like the most and that is 'Deja Vu'. I heared it first in the movie Matrix, and liked the way Neo tells it, then I didn't knew what does this mean. The first thing I did after watching the movie was to check the meaning of the word in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few happening things stored in for next couple of weeks. First is, the project on which I have been working for last 6 months is going live this weekend, so fingers crossed for that. Second is, it's my Big B's (my elder brother's) birthday on 30th. He will definatily be enjoying his birthday in US, guess what he was about to come back to India on 28th but his stay got extended. Lucky Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anup Nair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the post which I wrote and clearly it didn't made any sense to me. The flow jumped from one topic to other without any link. Its only because of this reason I gave the title of this post as '???'. I hope I will come back next week and really write some good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-6044229134041772127?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6044229134041772127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6044229134041772127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6044229134041772127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-7975678714862067353</id><published>2009-02-22T01:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:06:44.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Filmy Tag</title><content type='html'>Ok now this is the Tag Started by Tejaswini, so here it is for you Tejaswini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Which was the movie that you had waited for with anticipation and turned out to be an utter dud?&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; The movie is Villu....its a Tamil movie starring Vijay and it came out to be a remake of the movie Soilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Which was the one most ridiculously stupid movie you watched in a theatre and then thought that you might as well have thrown that money in a well for all it was worth?&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; I watch only handpicked movies, and the most bakwas one was Trimurti, which released in my school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- If you had to be in a movie or a scene that you would want really really to be something that happened in real life, which would that movie or scene be and which character would you be?&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; would have wanted myself in the shoes of Sarkar, with so much of power I would have smoething good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Write three songs that would tell me what you lovvvvvvvvvve to do in your spare time...&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; Really difficult, cant think of three songs, coz currently 3 things I do is Cook, read/watch movie/write, and just think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Name a movie you actually thought was better than the book or atleast did justice to the book...&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; I believe it has to be The Kit Runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- You are on a desert island... you found the island genie who granted you on wish that he would bring one person to join you on your exile... You have told the genie who you want that to be... apparently the genie isn't all that magical... he went to get that person and you are waiting for the procrastinating genie to get back with that person... What song do you sing while you wait?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; It will be a Mallu song 'Kadhayille Rajakumaran' movie 'Kalyanaraman'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- One song on your IPOD/mobile that was a huge hit a few months/years ago and the radio stations used to play every hour and seem to have forgotten all about now that you tend to listen to often enough&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; 'Tera Mera Rishta Porana' movie Awarapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- One song that reminds you of somebody or a group of people... Do inform why it causes you to reminisce...&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; Its the famous song 'Sutta' coz we (entire class) sung that song during our farewell with some guys playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- The one movie you saw most recently and which lived upto all your expectations if not more...&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; 'Slumdog Millionare' it really did touched to some extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- The one song you have heard atleast twice today... either on the radio or the cell or on TV...&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; I may be another mallu song 'Aayiram Kannumayi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Question: In view of today being Valentine's day... Well it was when I started thinking of this tag, type down song which is meant to be romantic, but the lyrics make you think otherwise (There are a lot of Govinda songs I know, but try to think of a song not many people would know or think of)&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; Yaar I cant think of any (as its 5:30 in the morning) for the bonus answer, but will definately pen it down if I think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I have completed the Tag, I would like to Tag my brother &lt;a href="http://anish-nair.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-7975678714862067353?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/7975678714862067353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/fimly-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7975678714862067353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7975678714862067353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/fimly-tag.html' title='Filmy Tag'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4160412943209070068</id><published>2009-02-19T21:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:13:44.171+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friends - Long Lost One</title><content type='html'>When ever we say FRIEND our mind instantly run over and try to collect the names of all the good friends we are in touch with. But how often do we think of those people who were our friends at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Friends may be those of our school days, or guys from our old neighbourhood, or from collage or from some other place. But they are all now &lt;strong&gt;Long Lost Friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chain of friendship changes, it always does, it happened to me and and I guess it happens with everybbody. Its like when we are in school, we feel that, the entire class is my friend and we may neverloose them, but when we step out of school, we tend to make new friends in colleage and slowly down the line we stop thinking of the school friends and this cycle goes on and on. Same happens when we get into a job and keep switching them, we always have a big list of &lt;strong&gt;Long Lost Friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we go through our memories we may definately find many moments of our life where we must have had fun, had fight, had done weird things with these friends but now still they are &lt;strong&gt;Long Lost Friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the long run, we are only left with few handfull of friends, whom we say they are our best buddies and try to forget our &lt;strong&gt;Long Lost Friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post of mine I would dedicate to all my Neighbourhood friends, my School friends, my Junior colleage friends, my Engg friends and to all those friends who were part of my life at some moment but now who are my &lt;strong&gt;Long Lost Friends.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4160412943209070068?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4160412943209070068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends-long-lost-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4160412943209070068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4160412943209070068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends-long-lost-one.html' title='Friends - Long Lost One'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-4450758409295997019</id><published>2009-02-14T06:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:42:35.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Feb 14, this is the date, which brings out smile on many faces and the most awaited day by all the people in love.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am talking about the Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines Day we think of those people the most who have given us the most memorable moments in our life, who brings out smile to our faces.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day where all the loved ones express their affection and love to thier loved ones and build a special connection between themselves.&lt;br /&gt;And its not restricted to youngsters, but people of all genre express their feelings to thier loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to wish all the people in Love a Very Happy Valentines Day and also to all those people who are single and ready to mingle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-4450758409295997019?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/4450758409295997019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4450758409295997019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/4450758409295997019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-1599613845773903406</id><published>2009-01-28T20:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:13:13.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Super Star</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I have seen couple of movies over a DVD and was wondering when we watch a movie what do we really look into an actor, is it an intense acting, or the style of an actor or the combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man I am talking about is all about Style. His style is more powerful than anything else. It is his Style which is being copied across by many stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really an undoubtdly best actor one can ever see and he is Super Star Rajnikant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part may not be his acting, may not be his intense display of emotional roles but what he can deliver on screen cannot be delivered by anyone else and that is &lt;strong&gt;STYLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The way he portrays his role is beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always a fan of Rajni but not that big, but after viewing his few big movies recently, (which included Basha and Padayappa) I realised why people are so crazy about him and why do they idolize him.&lt;br /&gt;What makes him special are his punch dialogue and his style which he displays so effortlessly. No other actor can ever do justice to the role which Rajni does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should really be proud to be in the generation of Rajnikant, to see his acting.&lt;br /&gt;He is a Pure Gold who will never loose its Shine and Glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing these mind blowing performances I would really like to pick up few more Rajni DVD's and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is truly a &lt;strong&gt;SUPER STAR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-1599613845773903406?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/1599613845773903406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1599613845773903406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/1599613845773903406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-star.html' title='Super Star'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-9174419424710906113</id><published>2009-01-11T05:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:00:18.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A Demoralising Week..........</title><content type='html'>This is the first full week of the year 2009 and has not gone well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Monday the office filling up completely after a long holiday, people were busy reading their previous mails, which kept the work low.&lt;br /&gt;As not much things were happening, I then just thought about go on and surf net about some articles or some current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why I went on to read about some bad things which kept me morally down througthoutthe week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one I started with was about Chernobyl Disaster. I never knew it really happened so bad, the first of its kind in human history a level 7 instance on the Nuclear Event Scale.400 times more fall out was released than by the nuclear bombing in Hiroshima.&lt;br /&gt;Really the week started on with a very sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;More details can be found in the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl_disaster"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl_disaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went onto read about the Darfur Genocide, I have read about this in my brothers blog,so was just tempted to read aboutit. It really disappointing to read that one group wants to eliminate the other on their racial basis.Almost 450,000 people were killed in the span of 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this must have been the worst ever to happen, but to my shock I realised worst have happened before this in a place called Rwanda.Things happened their was beyond imagination where 850,000 people were killed in just a spanof about 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;Links of Darfur and Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darfur_conflict"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darfur_conflict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rwandan_Genocide"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rwandan_Genocide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, there came a news about Satyam collapsing in the market by their 5040 Cr Rs forgery in the balance sheet which shocked the entire Indian Corporate industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dont know where the world is going with all these things as we also continouslyhear on news about the GAZA war between Isreal and Hamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the current recession in all the markets and terrorism and wars vanishes with the year 2008 and the new year 2009 to bring smile and happiness to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-9174419424710906113?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/9174419424710906113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/demoralising-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/9174419424710906113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/9174419424710906113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/demoralising-week.html' title='A Demoralising Week..........'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-5729101018255623174</id><published>2009-01-06T02:22:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:14:28.892+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My First Memories.........</title><content type='html'>Here I would like to put down my first childhood memories of my life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First School : IGHS (Indira Gandhi High School)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Teacher : Viju Miss (Thats how we used to call her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Friend : Rakesh Nair (yeah...mallu bonding haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Fight : First Standard. It was with one guy called Pillay and I almost drowned him in a tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Punishment : First Standard, was told stand o the bench and hold my tongue. (enjoyed those punishments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Movie : This has to be Jurassic Park in Standard Third, it was with the entire class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Cooking : Standard sixth, we (we were 5 of them) made Alloo ki sabji and chapatti were made by an aunty where we were cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Teacher I Liked : Vijayanthi Miss, she was my second standard class-teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Cricket Match : I was 12 at that time, I even bowled one over with 2 wickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Picnic : It was Ajanta/Ellora in my third standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Prize : I stood first in the class for the annual exams. This, I suppose was in my First Standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Stage Perofrmance : This was during the annual school functions and I was in Senior KG, I still have the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these are the best few First Childhood Memories I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-5729101018255623174?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/5729101018255623174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5729101018255623174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/5729101018255623174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-memories.html' title='My First Memories.........'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-6111725011183325523</id><published>2009-01-03T16:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:59:07.300+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>My New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>Before I write anything about my experience of New year, first things should come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year's day a bit strange for me and I will always remember this throughout my life.Simply because this was the first time in all these 24 years I was away from my Mom.The worst part we all 4 from our family were at different locations, me in London, my bhai in US, dad in Pune and Mom in Kerala with Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer celebrating the 31st December night with my Parents, we always have a good time on that day, watch TV, Mom will cook something special and many a times its always Biryani because I love it (yeah mom always cooks what I like, me n my bhai always fight on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas this year I celebrated my new years eve in London.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosh......I have never ever imagined in my life that I would be celebrating new year in London.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah thats true I was at the London Eye watching the Fire Works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the trip to London Eye starts.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left office at by 6:30 and went to our appartment which is a nice cozy one.And also checked at the BBC what would be the crowd like (it was expected to be aroundhalf a million wooowwww thats too much) and the temperatures expected (to be around 0 to -2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just made a quick ready to make rice had it, took extra precautions for the cold and left.&lt;br /&gt;We got down at the Embarkment station and walked the way till we could find nice view of the London Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the best part, because of the crowd and all we were not able to find our way, it was then we heard the chants of 'Hare Rama Hare Krishna', yeah I know its hard to believe but yes, they were people from ISKON chanting (the main guy who was chanting with the microphone was a GORA, yup an angreez) and going forward, so we also joined them chantted with them and reached the place from where we could see the whole London Eye.&lt;br /&gt;The time was just 10 more 2 hours to go, with so much crowd pushing and going forward, we just made sure we are not gonna move.&lt;br /&gt;For next 2 hours we just took few pics of the London Eye and did some gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11:59 the countdown started at all were yelling and screaming.....at 00:00 the fire works atarted and it was really good, I wont say it was fantastic n all,but was descent, it just lasted for 10 or 12 minutes, I was expecting some more to comebut when the people started pushing I realised that the fire works are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started moving and all the road were blocked coz of crowd. But must say the way these people managed the crowd was amazing. By the look of the crowd I thought we will takeanother 2 hours to reach station but to my surprise we reached home back by 2:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall it was a memoriable day but I missed my Mom and Dad a lot as I was not with them on the 31st eve for the first time. Whereas my bhai he never stays at home he will go and roam around with his friends and will come back on the next day or would ask to me to wait to open the doors for him at 3 or 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will always be one of the most memoriable night of my Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-6111725011183325523?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/6111725011183325523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6111725011183325523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/6111725011183325523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-eve.html' title='My New Years Eve'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528149960367383296.post-7886451128413588953</id><published>2009-01-03T16:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:57:59.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Here I Am......This Is Me</title><content type='html'>Hi.......its ben long I have written anything, the last one I remember were theessays which we all used to write in the school days whereas I used to write horrible ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually even I am wondering why I am writing something like this, why I have decided towrite something in the blogs. Honest Answer I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by looking at the Heading don't think that I am going to discuss about the Song.....It's just that I am excited and happy to post my first Blog and it feels good to do something different in the New Year. So if anybody asks me what have you decided to do different in the New Year, instead of a BIG QUESTION MARK I can say I have started to BLOG. (though its a weird one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this Idea came to my mind somewhere in Last week and at around 2am after having played 'Bluff' (where I lost 4 consecutive games) when I was listeningto one of the very good old Malayalam song 'Allimarakavil'(Mallu guys must be knowing this song)Though this song does not have to anything with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am bad in writing stuff, so I would be using basic English to write stuff no GRE or CATstuff, I must say these people are crazy who uses such English while general talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my blogs I would like to post things which I have seen, or some of my past experiences,or even about my friends or some of the interesting characters which we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a lot infact for the first one I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all later as I need to think what should be the first thing to post on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528149960367383296-7886451128413588953?l=simplyme-anup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/feeds/7886451128413588953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-amthis-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7886451128413588953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528149960367383296/posts/default/7886451128413588953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyme-anup.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-amthis-is-me.html' title='Here I Am......This Is Me'/><author><name>Anup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07459633225972662412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qBP4KxSlko/SWk8o6z6eTI/AAAAAAAABp4/zba0OXBmZWY/S220/Anup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
