<?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-7924531</id><updated>2011-10-08T18:32:00.559+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My scribble pad !</title><subtitle type='html'>The ultimate proof of my sanity and your insanity !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-7248353830903842445</id><published>2011-10-08T18:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:32:00.600+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Angry Men - A Charming company!</title><content type='html'>I don't look favourably upon nostalgia; I believe its a waste of time to reminisce about the glories of past when present could be made more memorable by doing something worthwhile in that time. But there are times when I lose out on this resolve - thanks to black and white movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was one of those moments when a thing of past wowed me yet another time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watched "The Man from Earth" a month or so back based on a recommendation. The same source had recommended "Twelve Angry Men" as well. I decided to watch 1957 version y'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot - twelve jurors debating over what seems to be a sure-shot verdict in a case involving an 18 year old kid accused of stabbing his father and thus causing his death. All jurors except one had decided to pronounce the verdict of guilty. The movie , on the periphery, is about the efforts of this one juror in convincing the rest that it is not a sure-shot case as it seemed to be based on the court proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - what the movie actually represented for me was a case study of twelve different characters with their various personalities, their beliefs, motivations and their insecurities that drives them to their decisions! The characters are set up beautifully with their reactions and emotions giving clues about their prejudices. The fact that it takes one man to point to others that they are letting their unquestioned beliefs in deciding about someone's life (not many realize what a huge responsibility that is) makes me question about all those assumptions that we have made and all those things that we have taken for granted that has let us to conclude this is how a life is to be led. Not only have we all accepted things considered as acceptable by society in general for ourselves but we do want others to follow the same yardstick, don't we? Maybe we do need Juror# 8 in our lives occasionally to view things differently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping away from the philosophical influence the movie had on me, the other thing I enjoyed immensely about the movie was the attention to details - whether it was about the depiction of the fact that humidity precedes a thunderstorm (the characters are shown sweating profusely) or Juror # 10 sharing his verdict of not guilty by the move of his head because he had been asked to shut up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the reviews on internet, I can see this is a popular movie (now I know why). But if you have not got a chance to watch this movie yet, please do take some time out to relish the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gE5QZvXeB0U"&gt;Twelve Angry Men &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Cross posted as a FB note&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-7248353830903842445?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/7248353830903842445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=7248353830903842445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7248353830903842445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7248353830903842445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2011/10/twelve-angry-men-charming-company.html' title='Twelve Angry Men - A Charming company!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-577743027155046924</id><published>2010-11-01T16:12:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:17:07.981+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another time</title><content type='html'>A cat supposedly has nine lives. My blog should probably have zillion lives considering how fickle I am. Combine that with laziness - you have a weapon of sure destruction. It comes with a self-destruct feature too - unfortunately :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing - I find it therapeutic. The process of analysing the clutter in my head and finding something worth to share with the world is a joy ride although a bit consuming. The result is also a bit akin to a time machine as it helps me time and again to understand the way I have been metamorphosing thru my years on this planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent stint as a business analyst enables me to do just that thing for which I have an immense love for - translating the perception in my head into an articulated document. I am done with using only computer languages :) One can't get very poetic with those :) The relief one gets when scrambling thru words and finding the appropriate one to use is priceless and if someone compliments, it gets quite orgasmic :) One feels validated for the efforts spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - here I am - on this page - yet again. Wonder how long this tango shall last...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-577743027155046924?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/577743027155046924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=577743027155046924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/577743027155046924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/577743027155046924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2010/11/yet-another-time.html' title='Yet another time'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1197549329636227497</id><published>2009-10-03T19:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:19:48.706+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Two to tango!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I simply don't like insects; But the way these two flitted about each other in mid-air was too engaging even for an insect-phobe like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sscrr_9cRWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I5oNViiBPXw/s1600-h/Tango.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sscrr_9cRWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I5oNViiBPXw/s400/Tango.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And a close-up of one of them! Yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SscspC77OfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0DppBpF6dJY/s1600-h/IMG_2984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SscspC77OfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0DppBpF6dJY/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1197549329636227497?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1197549329636227497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1197549329636227497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1197549329636227497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1197549329636227497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-to-tango.html' title='Two to tango!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sscrr_9cRWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I5oNViiBPXw/s72-c/Tango.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-4533058698653972501</id><published>2009-10-03T18:51:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:52:57.909+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream, butter and hips! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Description of sway of hips of a&amp;nbsp;voluptuous woman from a story by Isaac Asimov. The stupid grin on my face took a while to vanish :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...for she was indeed&amp;nbsp;magnificently&amp;nbsp;convex. She also had a narrow waist, and generous hips that swayed as she walked and even as she stood. If her pelvis had been full of cream, it would have been butter long since".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-4533058698653972501?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/4533058698653972501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=4533058698653972501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/4533058698653972501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/4533058698653972501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/10/cream-butter-and-hips-p.html' title='Cream, butter and hips! :P'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1785376295943698134</id><published>2009-09-30T22:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:20:11.528+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My li'l Miss Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>She is the reason behind most of my smiles these days - my little Miss Sunshine - my darling niece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SsNa53tQlEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jjFIemTuO9w/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SsNa53tQlEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jjFIemTuO9w/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1785376295943698134?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1785376295943698134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1785376295943698134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1785376295943698134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1785376295943698134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lil-miss-sunshine.html' title='My li&apos;l Miss Sunshine!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SsNa53tQlEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jjFIemTuO9w/s72-c/IMG_2739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-138051962028989445</id><published>2009-09-17T00:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:40:07.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder my friends say I should not think much!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its one of my not-so-useful-but-still-may-be-pertinent-sometime-to-someone theories – that travel as an interest is mostly a sugarcoated expression of one’s desire to escape his or her current present - a need to be a guest instead of host – expression of need to escape decision making – the desire to divest personal accountability in the process of realizing and retaining personal happiness – an intention to identify and retain difference between self and folks belonging to different places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of aforementioned deducing, is it possible for someone to become traveler to a place where they actually belong and currently not residing but still have not yet been devoid of that piece of her/his identity which was contributed by the place? Can they be really amused as a traveler who is stepping on its soil for the first time and there is not even a single similar thing in common with the locals of the tourist spot? Will the experience of hospitality that is to be received be the same or will there be a partiality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel a pinch of bitterness whenever I happen to travel to any place where folks of the same ethnicity I belong to happen to be the majority. Predominantly, the experience may be pleasant (yes, Money is indeed quite powerful in extricating humanity buried deep inside every human but will not be shared unless coaxed by powerful stimulant like money) but there are times when I have wished that I had been completely different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I totally love the experience when I do not understand the language spoken at the place. That way, I will not get to know if I am being manipulated which may happen in few cases. I wouldn’t want to know if I am being dealt the short end of the rope. Another aspect of it – I really can do better than the real impressions made by me on the locals. When a local passes by and makes a comment on how he fantasizes you, one cannot cease the reaction gushing from inside – could be positive or negative but definitely unwarranted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you have to share the attention of host with someone else, you pray fervently it better be not a ‘firangi’ – esp in Indian context. &amp;nbsp;Well – what to do in such circumstances? Oh – just be a better dost to firangi than your host. Yep – anything to make the travel experience worthy of a queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to introspect if I should be more open-minded with respect to few stray incidents encountered during my travel experience while traveling within the country but cant help wonder if I am really onto something here &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence these ramblings in a blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-138051962028989445?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/138051962028989445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=138051962028989445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/138051962028989445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/138051962028989445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-wonder-my-friends-say-i-should-not.html' title='No wonder my friends say I should not think much!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1332635438459556453</id><published>2009-09-02T22:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:25:31.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>When the F word rules the mind!</title><content type='html'>You know your life is fucked up when you find time to write 2 posts in your blog space a day!&lt;br /&gt;More so, when you feel the need to go dig up his past from his posts written 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what happened to AP CM who has been missing from morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1332635438459556453?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1332635438459556453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1332635438459556453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1332635438459556453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1332635438459556453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-f-word-rules-mind.html' title='When the F word rules the mind!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8747381234966361473</id><published>2009-09-02T13:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:26:41.823+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't see this often - Thank goodness for that!</title><content type='html'>System maintenance testing holding up real-time operations? Tsk Tsk :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp3z5rV8YLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0pP95XrqvQk/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp3z5rV8YLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0pP95XrqvQk/s320/IMG_2729.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/7924531-8747381234966361473?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8747381234966361473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8747381234966361473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8747381234966361473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8747381234966361473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-dont-see-this-often-thank-goodness.html' title='You don&apos;t see this often - Thank goodness for that!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp3z5rV8YLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0pP95XrqvQk/s72-c/IMG_2729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8218239341427335488</id><published>2009-09-01T22:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:29:19.779+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/i__m_waiting_for_you_by_marinafoto1243970751.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/i__m_waiting_for_you_by_marinafoto1243970751.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clocks matter no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my sense of time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For, O Crafty one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've merged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day and night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To redefine moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As your messages arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither an amour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not even a foe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet to define you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magnet of my thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So obsessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself to be!&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/7924531-8218239341427335488?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8218239341427335488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8218239341427335488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8218239341427335488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8218239341427335488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/09/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1039495087641379660</id><published>2009-08-28T15:49:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:24:22.531+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My two cents about Jinnah and whole lot of shit about Partition!</title><content type='html'>Yes - it can be only two cents or maybe something lower in denomination would also do as I hardly knew anything about Jinnah till few days back. Thanks to Jaswant's book (which I have not read) and the ripple-effect caused by it, I had to get my over-pampered ass out of the couch leaving the newspaper with its compliments and barbs about Jinnah to find my resourceful friend (or fiend??) - Wiki - to know more about Jinnah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to our history books and the current state of Pakistan - Jinnah could have never been imagined the way he looked in the snaps from archive. He is Quaid-e-Azam or Qatil-e-Azam - depending on which side of the Radcliffe line you are. Every story needs to have a villain to spice it up and Indian Independence saga had to do with Jinnah. Anyhow - whether Jinnah was a mastermind or victim of mislaid plan, it does not matter. Pakistan is a reality which gave rise to another bitter reality - Bangladesh. Lets leave Jinnah to rest in peace, if he can and proceed to milestone of his life - the partition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For purely psychological reasons - I think partition had to happen and it did! Good - I say. All said and done - India was a landmass ruled by Muslim rulers for more than five centuries before it was usurped by British mainly and whoever saw that we are the best audience to experiment the divide and rule policy. Yeah - if Coldplay's Viva La Vida had been released in 1857, it may have been pictured on descendants of Mughal family. Coming back to the point - no - lets digress a bit - Imagine those times when you were that obnoxious kid. And then came along a bully with a slingshot and demanded that you handover that favourite toy of yours. And you did. But - here is the glitch - the toy was never yours in the first place but you have had it with you for such a long time that you even forgot you bullied someone else - a meeker kid - from whom you grabbed the toy. Now the stage is set where the recent bully got tired of non cooperative attitude of the once-meek kid on whose side even you are on. So - now its you two against one. So the recent bully decided its not worth the efforts to stake claim on the toy and decides to abandon it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha - now, its natural you assume the toy has to be returned to you as you 'owned' it before its most recent owner. But the fact - its original owner has grown strong now meant your apparent possession is what it is - apparent. The toy you have had for such a long time exclusively - a matter of pride for you - may have to be shared or worst case -  be handed over to the meeker kid who is no longer weak. And what if he remembers all those days you have bullied him and refuses you to even let you touch the toy again. Would you still think about an arrangement where the toy has to be shared? The toy - which has become part of your identity though not yours to begin with - possession of which implies power - Can you hand it over to someone whom you considered worthless sometime back; someone whom you bullied and felt superior about! Its simply not possible psychologically to accept this humility!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you say - let us draw schedule for playing with the toy which will allow each of you exclusive access to the toy during which the other may not interfere. You are just trying to assert yourself because you are insecure. But the other kid thinks its stupid to even consider such a claim as he just refuses to acknowledge you as a separate entity to allow you to stake claim for the toy - so he says "Just play along when we all play". Oh no, you think, even before the toy is being completely abandoned - the meeker kid is acting all smart. You think its not acceptable and its a harbinger of changes in power equation that will happen once the toy is available. So you begin to throw tantrums and threaten to break the toy into pieces to make the experience worthless for others too. And the big bully is interested now although he will be leaving shortly. One final chance to act as headmaster, he thinks. He agrees to negotiate between you two and is immensely entertained by the proceedings. He also harbours malicious thoughts of mutilating the toy that he no longer possesses. So he pretends being neutral while having the last laugh. Hence he suggests that the toy been broken to pieces and that you been given the right arm of the toy along with the few fingers from the left arm and the rest to the meeker kid who is beginning to grow impatient as he cannot wait to get back his long lost toy. You are astounded when the meeker kid says - "So be it" and you are left with an arm and fingers! Later, even those fingers leave you coz you bullied them too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - you see - its all psychological. Someone who has been holding the sceptre for too long cannot imagine eating the humble pie! Its better for such disruptive folks to leave the scene completely than let them be with you and harbour bitter thoughts dreaming "Viva la vida"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1039495087641379660?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1039495087641379660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1039495087641379660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1039495087641379660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1039495087641379660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-two-cents-about-jinnah-and-whole-lot.html' title='My two cents about Jinnah and whole lot of shit about Partition!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-397202106057339378</id><published>2009-08-16T18:35:00.021+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:44:03.961+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Few moments of merry in Cubbon Park, Bangalore!</title><content type='html'>Wish I could present the park in the truest glory it deserves! Few snaps taken during my stroll in the park couple of days back. More snaps to follow as I finish walking its perimeter sometime!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SofvdZERF7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/NOApT7qSBB4/s1600-h/IMG_2355.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SofvdZERF7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/NOApT7qSBB4/s320/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370524368886634418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sofvd8z6G8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/HAEyGfAqXro/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SofljtiKuXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7nS_Fduc3bc/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370513482343692658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-397202106057339378?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/397202106057339378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=397202106057339378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/397202106057339378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/397202106057339378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-moments-of-merry-in-cubbon-park.html' title='Few moments of merry in Cubbon Park, Bangalore!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SofvdZERF7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/NOApT7qSBB4/s72-c/IMG_2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-257447599899681691</id><published>2009-07-29T00:18:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:57:54.715+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Men seem to have moved to Venus while Women are heading to Mars!</title><content type='html'>Am I reading too much between the lines or is it really happening? It looks as women are shying away from marriage, men have no two-minds about exchanging vows and say 'I do' these days. On Monday, I was witness to nth instance of a human male whose age is &lt;= 26 sharing news of his soon-to-be marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the popular perception that men are commitment-phobic soon going to be a myth? From when on, the nightmare that was associated with the word 'altar' turn into sweet dreams for men? Gosh - are they going to start blushing too? :- Or is it some kind of side-effect of emergence of women as the gender that does no shy away from one night stands any longer and thus instilling a sense of insecurity among the males? Or is any mutation in natural drives of men in progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after those quite unnerving questions, I can quite understand and rationalize why these men want to marry and settle down (hopefully). After all, marriage has been considered for eternity a quintessential element in establishing the fact that the male involved is a successful primate who has reached a stage where he can afford to maintain a mate and contribute to the propagation of human species. With the advent of IT industry that got the wallets to bloat, there are quite a lot of men out there who think a marriage shall seal their quest to prove they have settled in life. A decade back, how many men could have boasted having a own house, a vehicle and a zillion girlfriends before turning 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what seems quite fishy is - why would the women (who would obviously be &lt;= 26 , in other words - in prime of their independent life), who are going to join these young men in matrimony, decided to do so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the way the women return a blank stare when inquired about how long their profile will have the status as 'Single' be used as indicator, it may seem that women thru ages have perceived marriage as a stepping stone to a convenient and risk-free existence ( I think emotional security was just a veil women used to hide behind lest their self-centered motives reveal themselves ;-) ). With the objective being fulfilled these days without help of men, there seems to be hardly any incentive in getting into any sort of long term deal which quite often ends up in one party having an upper hand when it was supposed to be a mutual deal. And then, typically Indian marriages come as package deal - Marry the guy and his entire family to deal with comes for free! When the current rage is about being 'flab free' these days, its quite hard to believe why would anyone fall for such mass deals! And for those moments of weakness, when a lady feels a need for company (This is again a manifestation of vanity - how many ever girl friends a woman might have, she still feels lonely without a man to admire and woo her :)), this is the age of 'instant' things where social networking sites are always there for some instant companionship. Mind it - I'm not even talking about physical gratification here (Just mentioning it so that I can use it as disclaimer lest any social networking site wants to sue me). And lets not even talk about kids here - that deserves a whole new post. Look around and see those couples who belong to DINK* category and ask them why no kids - they give you that threatening stare from Chloromint ad and reply "By choice". In short, if you are an advocate of marriage and you see you have a women-only audience, its better to take a bow and leave the stage coz probably you ain't gonna sell anything here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why those young women would want to marry? Doesn't it feel like a contradiction? Dr. Akston says in Atlas Shrugged &lt;em&gt;"By the essence and nature of existence, contradictions cannot exist. If you find one, check your premises and you will find that one of them is wrong.”&lt;/em&gt; So what premises of marriage should we be looking at to identify if there are  any ulterior motives involved? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear guy friends who are ready to jump into the fire, think before you leap! Do you really want to wake up with a member of that species that have given you no clue whatsoever about what constitutes them? Why this mass hara-kiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* DINK - Double Income No Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-257447599899681691?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/257447599899681691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=257447599899681691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/257447599899681691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/257447599899681691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/07/men-seem-to-have-moved-to-venus-while.html' title='Men seem to have moved to Venus while Women are heading to Mars!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-5541851969253649444</id><published>2009-07-08T16:08:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:10:41.856+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My new BF at work</title><content type='html'>My new best friend at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bosey.co.in/"&gt;http://www.bosey.co.in/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I've been to Mylapore but not to New Orleans :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-5541851969253649444?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/5541851969253649444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=5541851969253649444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/5541851969253649444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/5541851969253649444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-bf-at-work.html' title='My new BF at work'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-7420820837734218302</id><published>2009-07-07T11:58:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:00:16.250+09:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friend</title><content type='html'>My best friend at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notalwaysright.com/"&gt;http://notalwaysright.com&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love if I get introduced to more such friends :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-7420820837734218302?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/7420820837734218302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=7420820837734218302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7420820837734218302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7420820837734218302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-friend.html' title='To my friend'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8856386221969766287</id><published>2009-06-11T16:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:16:07.975+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Twitter-bug!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't know what its all about - but what the heck, it just involved creating an ID! So I'm on twitter too - I twit &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/Shri166"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-8856386221969766287?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8856386221969766287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8856386221969766287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8856386221969766287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8856386221969766287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-twitter-bug.html' title='Caught Twitter-bug!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1476213233603422464</id><published>2008-09-16T13:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:02:41.205+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on....errr...but where?</title><content type='html'>A Greek philosopher is supposed to have quoted “Nothing endures but change”. And few others have acknowledged “Change is inevitable”. And I believe “Change is the way of survival”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings as species could script this enviable success story of theirs primarily due to their adeptness in identifying the need for change and implementation of change itself. From hunters to nomadic gatherers to agricultural settlers to space voyagers (to being terrorists :- ) , each change has been a milestone. Had this species got into comfort zone and given in to complacency, it might have been the end of story considering the fact humans neither had the physical prowess nor superior locomotive capabilities to outdo their predators. I can safely use past tense here as I do not think we have left anyone capable of harming us to exist anymore.Sometimes, I think it may be true after all what Calvin told Hobbes - something to the effect of ‘the entire purpose of history is to produce Chaos’ ;-) No, Calvin used his name instead of ‘Chaos’ :-) I want to quote that and add “and rest of human species’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inherent need to change and adapt has materialized itself  thru various discoveries, inventions and innovations that served as “change agents”. From Fire to Electricity to attempts to find ‘God’ Particle, our curiosity is what that has differentiated us as an ‘intelligent’ species from the rest. And as member of this species, I am not immune against this ‘curiosity’ bug and have been found to exhibit symptoms of infestation like 1. brooding deeply to understand how things work  2. asking too many questions till the provided answers converge at some point of logic 3. Writing blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of aforesaid curiosity ,its natural that  I have spent some time contemplating as to what could be the next surge of change that is awaiting to happen (meaning I would like to see happen) and the agents that would bring it about. And this is what I believe it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Space travel - I really hope deep from my heart that I get to set foot on some heavenly object other than this brown, boring and often sticky silicon compound on Earth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovery of gene of longevity so that I can live as long as it takes to make that space travel possible &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Generation of Power from sources of renewable energy - like Page 3 gossip which will never exhaust as long as there are celebrities and there will be celebrities as long as Page 3 is there;-) A self sustaining source, wow ! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most important one -  How to get rid of cockroaches from the face of this planet ? Should petition the scientist to extract the source of longevity from these damn creatures as I am sure they are the ones who usurped it all! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think will be the major change in the coming years and what would bring about it ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1476213233603422464?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1476213233603422464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1476213233603422464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1476213233603422464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1476213233603422464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/09/move-onerrrbut-where.html' title='Move on....errr...but where?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8532579300689669002</id><published>2008-08-12T11:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:56:11.806+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labour - ends in classrooms?</title><content type='html'>There has been so much said, written and read about Child Labour. If not the entire mass, at least the educated population of the country is aware of the hapless situation. Of course, the recent incidents are unearthing the facts that it is indeed the educated mass that is actually promoting and exploiting this form of labour. Shameful state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are labour laws that are supposed to enforce the prohibition of using child labourers, I am not sure we have a fool-proof solution for the problem. Yes, institutions employing child labour are busted and the children are rescued. What next? Children are apparently sent to schools to start / continue their education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are we to infer that the solution actually provided for their progress is ever debatable Macaulay education? These children did not relinquish their education for no reason. They would rather like to see Gandhian notes than the ruled note books. The Government might want to draw my attention to schemes like mid day meal scheme etc but food is not the only expense for any individual. Probably, even free healthcare can be thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my thoughts were mainly about the education being provided as the solution currently. It’s my personal belief that Macaulay education that is being prevalent in most of our educational institutions does not actually serve the purpose of rendering individuals employable. More than unemployment, its unemployability that seems to be the root cause of the unemployment problem of Indian mass at large. And recommending this kind of education to these children will not effectively provide any succour to survive the day to day battle of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about investing heavily in vocational training centers then? How about introducing schemes like “You learn, you produce and we pay”, probably in the form of stipends? Even psychologically, these kids would be different from the regular school-bus kids. They may not entirely adapt to classroom environment. Their restlessness will prove to be so much of a distraction to handle. I am not very sure we are actually doing any good to these kids by enrolling them in such educational institutions. And my vote goes to vocational training center in such situation. How about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-8532579300689669002?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8532579300689669002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8532579300689669002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8532579300689669002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8532579300689669002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/08/child-labour-ends-in-classrooms.html' title='Child Labour - ends in classrooms?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-7772880025713898400</id><published>2008-07-28T13:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:54:01.633+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal - Kaleiodoscope 1</title><content type='html'>My attempt at writing short stories commences today and the series has been titled as ‘Kaleidoscope’  to represent myriad of my thoughts. These shall not be random stories and their relevance will be understood sooner or later. Let me know if it reminds you of something. It SHOULD remind of something as it is inspired  by a recent event. Please guess the incident that inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 12.20 AM. Chris looked at the cover of the book in his hands. The magnificient edifice of marble on the cover reminded him of the potential of human will. The book had been his companion through the past few months. Months of endless days and sleepless nights. The story of the masterpiece accompanied him through a period of what he considered the gestation period of his own master piece. A piece that shall be unparalleled when born.  He could not wait to walk the red carpet when his baby will be hailed by the world. He smiled broadly at the picture in the book - a sketch of a Moslem ruler under whose rule the marble mausoleum was built. He picked up the book, wore his spectacles that was hanging around his necks and looked at the picture closely. The ruler’s name was Shah Jahan. He felt a surge of pride when he thought - ‘I shall be immortalized, like this Mughal, by my masterpiece’. He proceeded to read the section under the picture once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris looked at the time-piece on the table beside the bed. The clock’s panel glowed ‘4.00 AM’. He picked up the cordless and dialled a number. The digits on the number pad were fading. He thought - ‘Just once more’. Andy was awake. He placed the book on the bed,ambled to his bathroom, opened the shelf and picked up the vial. He looked at his reflection in the mirror on the shelf and saw a stranger glaring back at him.Picking up his jacket from the living room, he checked to see if the car keys were in there and walked out of the house after locking the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy was always welcome to receive him. Numerous were the nights when both of them had not slept a wink and spent the nights discussing the passion of their life. At that point of time, both had just one purpose for existence - the masterpiece. Though the masterpiece was primarily Chris’s, Andy had made it his sole reason for his living and it was evident the way the masterpiece was shaping up. He had felt a huge void when his marriage fell apart and Chris’s masterpiece was all that he had. While Chris was falling back on his book to keep him connected to sanity, Andy had to resort to psychiatric presciptions to ensure he stay connected with the real world. He was often found babbling although the lines spoken were familiar for Chris. It was Chris who had admonished Andy and made him realize the monstrosity of his obsession with the masterpiece. He had been there for Andy during his trips to his psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5.00AM. Chris realized Andy would be taking his prescribed dose sometime soon. As ever, Andy was talking passionately about how he was thinking about making the masterpiece absolutely flawless. Chris said ‘ Andy, isn’t time for shrink’s prescription?’. Andy smiled in return and said ‘Chris, what would I do without you? Its you who got me into this and probably thats why it hurts so much, isn’t it? ‘. He was turning his back to Chris and picked up the box having his prescriptions. He proceeded to place them on the table facing Chris. He opened a vial and out came a white pill. He ripped apart a tablet cover and placed another yellow colored tablet next to the pill. Then came another capsule and finally one more pill to complete the concoction. This cocktail of drugs was what that had kept Andy in touch with the real world. They were talking about the days to come and like anxious fathers, they could not help the restlessness they were experiencing these days as their baby was about to be born. Andy got up to fetch some cold water for himself and a beer can for Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was walking towards his car and he felt he was sweating profusely though the temperature would have been around 30 degrees F only. He looked at his watch and saw it was 5.30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris woke up flustered. He felt as though the migraine was going to split his head. He realized he had left TV on before he slept. A presenter was talking animatedly. Then he caught sight of the letters - ‘Andrew found dead in his apartment!’. He got himself up from the sheets and looked at the book in his hand, with his fingers serving as the bookmark.  He opened the book and saw the page he seemed to hold on to tightly - A sketch of Shah Jahan seemed to look at him ominously. He wore his spectacles and read the letters in small font under the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It is described often in horrific detail, the deaths, dismemberments and mutilations which Shah Jahan supposedly inflicted on various architects and craftsmen associated with the tomb so that the masterpiece can never be reproduced. But there has been no evidence to prove ..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris looked at the jacket draped on the back of the chair in the room. He knew the vial was in the pocket !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-7772880025713898400?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/7772880025713898400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=7772880025713898400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7772880025713898400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7772880025713898400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/taj-mahal-kaleiodoscope-1.html' title='Taj Mahal - Kaleiodoscope 1'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-6259419056830924450</id><published>2008-07-20T18:14:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:05:17.212+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish to be alone on an island ! (Coz love hurts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SIMMxJXZiRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ryq0aadyYhM/s1600-h/1124461261_sAloneSoul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SIMMxJXZiRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ryq0aadyYhM/s200/1124461261_sAloneSoul.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225034031147092242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Swarmed by faces all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Buzzing words - the mere sound !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A magic wand is all I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Abracadabra' - Hope they vanish !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Father, Can I ever be more hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't you think I deserve any respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its because of you I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To be stung by the barbs from your dear !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why is it hard for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To hear me say 'No'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why do you always force me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To choose between the devil and the sea !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Please accept me as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For I ain't no meek lamb !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You make me look fervently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For an island where only I be !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-6259419056830924450?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/6259419056830924450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=6259419056830924450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/6259419056830924450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/6259419056830924450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/wish-to-be-alone-on-island-coz-love.html' title='Wish to be alone on an island ! (Coz love hurts)'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SIMMxJXZiRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ryq0aadyYhM/s72-c/1124461261_sAloneSoul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-2499268225157316263</id><published>2008-07-18T13:39:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:50:15.210+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging gardens of... Future!</title><content type='html'>I believe one of the major challenges that we, as a living organism, will face in the future will be lack of usable land for agriculture. Exploding population growth will need more land to be used as habitat. Considering this grim situation, it will be soon the need of hour to innovate the farming process and identify alternate methods of farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not an expert at farming - actually I do not even have an iota of knowledge about it , I still &lt;a title="Terrace Farming" href="https://gateway.wipro.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/,DanaInfo=ixchange.wipro.com+skyscraper-farming.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ventured to let my imagination take flight. I wanted to develop the idea based on the requirement of using less ground space. I remembered reading about “Hanging Gardens of Babylon” in the book “Seven Ancient Wonders” by Matthew Reilly. From what I remember, the hanging gardens came across as some innovative and efficient method of more common Terrace gardening. The irrigation method also warranted a special mention as the challenge was two fold - getting the water upto the top of pyramid like structure and ensuring the foundation is not damaged. I do not know the intricate details and will be googling after the post most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, My idea is - we know how to build a skyscraper. Now how about having a skyscraper with a design that can support farming. What I can dream of is - let the weight of the building be supported by a central mast. Now , the levels themselves can be something like how leaves are attached to stem - alternating left and right as you go up.Ok, I am thinking of let the levels rotate around the central tower so that there is enough sunshine. Irrigation can be done by having streamlets run thru central tower and the levels thus ensuring the usable space is moist. A very rough sketch ( A very ugly one Pardon me ). My two cents will not hurt, right? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SmwYOCbO1fI/AAAAAAAAACk/lqnyZEeZv3Q/s1600-h/skyscraper-farming.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362687885739742706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SmwYOCbO1fI/AAAAAAAAACk/lqnyZEeZv3Q/s320/skyscraper-farming.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-2499268225157316263?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/2499268225157316263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=2499268225157316263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/2499268225157316263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/2499268225157316263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/hanging-gardens-of-future.html' title='Hanging gardens of... Future!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/SmwYOCbO1fI/AAAAAAAAACk/lqnyZEeZv3Q/s72-c/skyscraper-farming.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1362442837641500953</id><published>2008-07-16T12:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:36:51.302+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It is company’s decision ! (Read as : Do not ask me anything)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My face is at its contorted best when I hear anyone from higher management state the following - “It is company’s decision”. So what is it supposed to mean ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not need to answer you. Next Question please. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even I think its ridiculous but I cannot do anything but pass it down to you guys because I lack spine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn’t you realize you are just a resource? It was your folly to have suffered from the delusion that you are part of the company. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear, welcome to the Corporate World ! Here, you are encouraged to ask questions but didn’t they tell your during induction , its upto the discretion of higher management whether to answer or not. Isn’t it a great motivation to reach there soon ? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, I am in a position where I get to view the perspective from both sides as I report to someone and there are others who report to me ! Its my personal and very strong belief that - when  a decision has to be taken, all the stakeholders has to participate whether the decision impacts them directly or not. I believe it helps me in developing an ambience where everyone feels they have had a role to play and this sows the seed of self-esteem in a resource which I believe influences the productivity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why its difficult to have a democratic set up in truest sense in Corporate world ? Else, lets just write off the claim that a company grows with its resources. Why can’t it be proclaimed in open - I pay your salary and You work for my profit ! I find it more logical and easier to accept !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1362442837641500953?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1362442837641500953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1362442837641500953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1362442837641500953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1362442837641500953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-companys-decision-read-as-do-not.html' title='It is company’s decision ! (Read as : Do not ask me anything)'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1531700634093358088</id><published>2008-07-14T13:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:38:49.030+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I learn today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of the ads that left a very deep impression on me was the one for Havells cables  -  A kids sees his mom struggling to hold the roti she is preparing. The kid gets holds of a cable wire lying unused and bends it in the shape of a holder and gives it to his mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me ( a lot others, I am sure) was the presence of mind of the kid. His application skill. In short, the birth of a future innovator !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we thought fixing things by ourselves without depending on others ? I believe I can safely claim we Indians are not much of a risk taker ! Its an electrician’s job…Its a plumber’s job…lets show to the mechanic ..We always have a handy phone number to call if a nut has come out of its place. Its always someone else’s job !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to the woes, we have had this IT revolution leaving us with fatter pay checks that few bucks don’t matter. We seemed to have pawned our brains !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovation does not need a research hub with fancy cables plugged to monitors… your living space is more than enough. When you need a safety pin and all you have is a paper clip, can you make a safety pin out of the clip ? Do you know what are those 3 points in a socket ? When was the last time you replaced the fuse wire yourself when the fuse blew? Next time you have a leaking flush, please take some time to open the lid ..you will be amazed to see its nothing but a simple control system !  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we imbibe the spirit of learning thru questioning in our day-to-day lives, we would have made a  wonderful headstart and the next generation will definitely boast of many innovators/inventors !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1531700634093358088?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1531700634093358088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1531700634093358088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1531700634093358088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1531700634093358088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-did-i-learn-today.html' title='What did I learn today?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-772663710304633457</id><published>2008-07-09T12:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:33:20.978+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been more than two instances now that I have been finding myself in this awkward scenario. While commuting on Wipro shuttles, I find people sitting too close to me that I find it very uncomfortable. Before anyone starts going for my throat, let me clarify - this happens even when there is ample space next to the person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand if three people are sitting on a three seater or two persons on a two-seater, there wont be any space between the commuters while seated. But when one of them has left, I don’t understand whats stopping the other person to shift a bit ? Can it be pure laziness ? Some times, I actually request them to shift but I find it embarassing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true that we live in a very populous country where asking one not to intrude into your personal zone is still a luxury but I believe the above-mentioned situation implies pure lack of common sense if unintentional. If its intentional, I don’t know what to make out of it ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been known to voice pro-feminist opinions a lot of times ( I am still in the process of finding out if I am a feminist ) . And it hurts me when I see that the accused in the described scenario have a pair of X chromosomes (for those not biologically inclined , women have two X chromosomes and men have a X and a Y chromosome. To know what is a chromosome, click here - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chromosome"&gt;Chromosomes demystified &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to convince myself there is nothing embarassing in letting them know - " You have had enough of me. Mind shifting aside ? “ Do I have a choice ? :-s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-772663710304633457?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/772663710304633457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=772663710304633457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/772663710304633457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/772663710304633457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-more-than-two-instances-now.html' title='Can&apos;t get enough of me?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-166601546104467805</id><published>2008-07-04T15:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:28:33.207+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I call it a riddle or an Ode ? (Rhymes ‘n Riddle)</title><content type='html'>Was it Odin’s love&lt;br /&gt;Or was it Kileken&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they&lt;br /&gt;Having named you, I say !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tubers are planted&lt;br /&gt;When you are so good&lt;br /&gt;Thou with ten and three&lt;br /&gt;Puts us all in petrified mood !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, when you arrive&lt;br /&gt;The world seems full of hope!&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are here&lt;br /&gt;Lets open a can of beer and some Coke !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, Another few hours&lt;br /&gt;You will be out of the doors!&lt;br /&gt;Will await your return&lt;br /&gt;After the day of Jove !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer :  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-166601546104467805?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/166601546104467805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=166601546104467805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/166601546104467805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/166601546104467805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/should-i-call-it-riddle-or-ode-rhymes-n.html' title='Should I call it a riddle or an Ode ? (Rhymes ‘n Riddle)'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-2323999891270857356</id><published>2008-07-02T13:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:24:44.448+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't IT scary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Though I have been part of IT industry for nearly 3 years now, I could never feel integrated with the industry. As always, there was a lot of introspection as to why I am finding it difficult to assimilate with the rest of the industry. My gut feeling is this industry has been over-hyped beyond reality. But what saddens me the most is the monopoly it seems to be enjoying over the most important resource of them all - Human Resource !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not about the hijacking of young brains by the industry, I am also worried about so many other fledgeling industries that are growing dependent on IT industry. The entire Indian economy seems to be resting on the foundation of IT industry and the foundation itself is not insulated against the ripples of major economies like US. Is it safe that an industry that coughs up blood if US &amp;amp; other developed nations clear their throat, should be the one that drives a country’s economy ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to me, the primary risk (some might tout this as the strength) that industry inherently has is the ease with which the players can be replaced by virtually anyone. If its India today who is the front runner amoung service providers, tomorrow it can be South East Asian Archipelago of Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore or the giant itself - China. This is the reality we should be working towards. In such context, does it make sense to be riding on this wave?&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, its my personal opinion that the industry does not exploit human potential to the maximum extent. One can mention innovation but how many are actually involved? Not only does it not exploit, but it actually pays for very less effort. If not the direct cause, IT industry cannot escape from sharing the blame for the current catastrophe of inflation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, all humans need 3 things - food, water and air !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it scary when I realise the prospect of me waking up one day and finding only dumb terminals all around me !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-2323999891270857356?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/2323999891270857356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=2323999891270857356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/2323999891270857356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/2323999891270857356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/07/isnt-it-scary.html' title='Isn&apos;t IT scary?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1393793146632415914</id><published>2008-06-27T09:44:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:22:53.119+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time again - for riddle 'n rhyme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Before the Good Shepherd was born&lt;br /&gt;After the twelve labours were done !&lt;br /&gt;The father was honoured by his son&lt;br /&gt;So say some of the legends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Gods mercy was the want !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The bare-all who won the stadion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With hope and peace was he adorned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At one of the world’s wonderful seven !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pious pagan-hater placed a ban !&lt;br /&gt;Later revived by the Gallic Baron !&lt;br /&gt;Four and hundred years were yet to dawn&lt;br /&gt;Before the next millenium was born !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A parabola faced the Helion&lt;br /&gt;And the flame was turned on !&lt;br /&gt;To light the large cauldron&lt;br /&gt;Till the end , it shines on !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eight and Twenty warm times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has the flag been passed upon !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The penta circles will be flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next in the land of Red Dragon ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olympics"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1393793146632415914?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1393793146632415914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1393793146632415914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1393793146632415914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1393793146632415914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-time-again-for-riddle-n-rhyme.html' title='Its time again - for riddle &apos;n rhyme!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1997100998546045343</id><published>2008-06-26T11:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:16:08.499+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament of a lead!</title><content type='html'>The heart feels heavy&lt;br /&gt;The tears refuse to be shed !&lt;br /&gt;Dear team members&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I share with you&lt;br /&gt;Every petty info I get !&lt;br /&gt;You had a discussion y’day&lt;br /&gt;But no one mentioned that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had always been with you&lt;br /&gt;Whene’er you stayed back !&lt;br /&gt;Being frank and honest&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what’s that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumps form in throat&lt;br /&gt;And eyes become wet !&lt;br /&gt;No, I shall not cry&lt;br /&gt;You don’t deserve that !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1997100998546045343?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1997100998546045343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1997100998546045343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1997100998546045343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1997100998546045343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/06/lament-of-lead.html' title='Lament of a lead!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-4808535669989005758</id><published>2008-06-25T09:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:13:45.702+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhymes 'n Riddles - Chaoz ishtyle!</title><content type='html'>The Sun was in Gemini&lt;br /&gt;When I was born,so gay!&lt;br /&gt;Those who keep up with times&lt;br /&gt;Can meet me everyday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A size zero figure !&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever achieve, nay !&lt;br /&gt;Mamma mia, Lasagna -&lt;br /&gt;My favourite food, I say !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa, here it is&lt;br /&gt;The moment of the day !&lt;br /&gt;To see the postman&lt;br /&gt;Scampering away !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the dim -wit&lt;br /&gt;Droolin’ canine - to play !&lt;br /&gt;I kick him off the table&lt;br /&gt;Smiling all the way !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is tired of me&lt;br /&gt;So its Paws’ day!&lt;br /&gt;To keep me thinking&lt;br /&gt;Forever, I will stay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy bed beckons me&lt;br /&gt;Am gonno go lay !&lt;br /&gt;To get the moggy out of the bag&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have all day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Come on, do some work; Atleast click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garfield"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-4808535669989005758?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/4808535669989005758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=4808535669989005758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/4808535669989005758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/4808535669989005758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/06/rhymes-n-riddles-chaoz-ishtyle.html' title='Rhymes &apos;n Riddles - Chaoz ishtyle!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8056025377395584212</id><published>2008-06-23T12:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:07:45.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh John Galt Kaun Hai?</title><content type='html'>Prompted by one of Interrobang’s comments in a post of mine, I picked up Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand . I was reading it over the weekend. Though it was the second time I was reading it, I was able to enjoy it more now. But there was a difference during this second time reading. I was able to associate faces for the characters which I did not do last time. I was so affected by this attempt to associate faces to the character that I started browsing for images by characters names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangover existed this morning too. While I was on my way to work this morning, I was thinking if I were to make a bollywood movie based on the novel, how the casting would be ! These are my choices…was not able to complete the list..will keep updating as I think of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Galt - Hrithik Roshan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Francisco D’Anconia - Vivek Oberoi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dagny Taggart - Thought about this for quite a while and decided on Priyanka Chopra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ragnar Dannesjköld - This was the most surprising bit of my instinct - I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;why I cant take Jimmy Shergill off my mind when I think about this character &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hank Rearden - KK Menon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugh Akston - Amitabh Bacchan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Robert Stadler - Anupam Kher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lillian Rearden - Mallika Sherawat / Asin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Taggart - I would like to cast Boman Irani but I am a bit apprehensive if he will look too old for the part….so in other words, I am not very sure about this one ! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other Characters - Not yet decided. Suggestions are welcome !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, the tag line would be “Abey Saale, kisko maloom yeh John Galt kaun hai re? ” ;-)&lt;/p&gt;PS: I am no expert in Hindi. Excuse any errors in the tag line and appreciate the effort :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-8056025377395584212?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8056025377395584212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8056025377395584212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8056025377395584212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8056025377395584212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/07/prompted-by-one-of-interrobangs.html' title='Yeh John Galt Kaun Hai?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8403458605831038944</id><published>2008-06-20T14:55:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:00:22.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Ambassadors - Who need 'em?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was an article in TOI recently producing the list of brand ambassadors , the brands they endorse and the duration of time their advertisements is aired in television. And as ever, I was left wondering - Whats all this fuss with celebrities endorsing brands ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a customer myself, I have never been tempted to buy a product because a XYZ endorses it. I introspected so much considering all possible situations and all possible brand ambassadors but I could not believe I would buy a product just because of the ambassador. Definitely, I will notice the brand, but till date, was never convinced to buy one without considering other factors that influence my decision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of comfy zone of my own world, when I considered other target customers, esp from rural and small town regions, I believe thats the market who would get majorly influenced by the choice of brand ambassadors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, as an urban customer myself, I find my attention completely turned off whenever I see an Amitabh or SRK’s ad on TV that I dont even notice the brand ! Dhoni is quickly making into that list &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the following persons will have all my attention if they happen to be on TV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lalu Prasad Yadav (TV loves him) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumble from HAPPY FEET fame or Sid the Sloth from ICE AGE. In short, any of those adorable animated characters &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late Richard P Feynman (A physicist I adore a lot) Ian Wright (Favourite traveller from Discovery Channel) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lance Klusener (After all, who can stay away when one’s first ever crush appears to be on TV ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any one out there who has penchant for marketing strategies throw light on the necessity of spending so much on brand ambassador and what kinda ROI has been typically associated with this strategy ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-8403458605831038944?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8403458605831038944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8403458605831038944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8403458605831038944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8403458605831038944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/06/brand-ambassadors-who-need-em.html' title='Brand Ambassadors - Who need &apos;em?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-9099276781968657030</id><published>2008-06-09T16:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:55:40.702+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Cold - Nothing innocuous about it!</title><content type='html'>Its been nearly four hours since the work day has started and the only sound bytes from the team has been a well-orchestrated symphony of coughs and sneezes, with ‘yours truly’ being an active participant !&lt;br /&gt;Common cold - dont let the seemingly harmless term fool you. After a memorable weekend, as though to aggravate the monday blues that had already creeped in by the evening, it all started with a hardly-audible dry cough and lo, behold ! A matter of few hours, the entire larynx region is under attack and the voice box has been taken hostage ! And the morning left me wondering if I will be deemed a bio-terrorist at the work place . But I wasn’t the sole bio-terrorist at the work place&lt;br /&gt;Even during this miserable time, I found a reason to smile ! I remembered a poem about Common Cold (and titled the same) by Ogden Nash that I had read long time back and took solace in the fact, along with other bodily juices, the creative juice also oozed for some one during this wretched state ! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Common Cold&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go hang yourself, you old M.D,!&lt;br /&gt;You shall not sneer at me.&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your hat and stethoscope,&lt;br /&gt;Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate a joy exquisite&lt;br /&gt;In not paying you for your visit.&lt;br /&gt;I did not call you to be told&lt;br /&gt;My malady is a common cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By pounding brow and swollen lip;&lt;br /&gt;By fever's hot and scaly grip;&lt;br /&gt;By those two red redundant eyes&lt;br /&gt;That weep like woeful April skies;&lt;br /&gt;By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;&lt;br /&gt;By handkerchief after handkerchief;&lt;br /&gt;This cold you wave away as naught&lt;br /&gt;Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give ear, you scientific fossil!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;&lt;br /&gt;The Cold of which researchers dream,&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.&lt;br /&gt;This honored system humbly holds&lt;br /&gt;The Super-cold to end all colds;&lt;br /&gt;The Cold Crusading for Democracy;&lt;br /&gt;The Führer of the Streptococcracy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bacilli swarm within my portals&lt;br /&gt;Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals,&lt;br /&gt;But bred by scientists wise and hoary&lt;br /&gt;In some Olympic laboratory;&lt;br /&gt;Bacteria as large as mice,&lt;br /&gt;With feet of fire and heads of ice&lt;br /&gt;Who never interrupt for slumber&lt;br /&gt;Their stamping elephantine rumba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan was a budding gallant,&lt;br /&gt;And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent;&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,&lt;br /&gt;And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a derision history holds&lt;br /&gt;For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/index_poet_N.html#Nash"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ogden Nash&lt;/em&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/7924531-9099276781968657030?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/9099276781968657030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=9099276781968657030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/9099276781968657030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/9099276781968657030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2009/07/coomon-cold-nothing-innocuous-about-it.html' title='Common Cold - Nothing innocuous about it!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-8836966918586136784</id><published>2008-06-04T16:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:42:55.174+09:00</updated><title type='text'>But those are the words I spoke....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene&lt;/strong&gt; : A tea-break. Two persons discussing about another person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Me , Person A (Soon to -be-accused in the post)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cannot believe I survived thru his rambling!&lt;br /&gt;Person A : (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;(I am wondering if Person A understands what I am talking about)&lt;br /&gt;Me : His reasoning was so ridiculous that I begin to suspect if his IQ is in the range of 10 - 20&lt;br /&gt;Person A : (still giving that stupid smile)&lt;br /&gt;Me : The next time I see him , I guess I will be forced to say “Please grow up and then report to work”. Lets get back to work&lt;br /&gt;Person A : (dutifully follows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene&lt;/strong&gt; : Tea-break again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Me, Person A &amp;amp; Person B. Person B was not present for the meeting that was discussed the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;Person B : Hey, how was the meeting yesterday ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dont worry. You did not miss anything. The same old rigmarole&lt;br /&gt;Person A : We managed to survive his rambling.&lt;br /&gt;(I show some surprise Person A has managed to express some opinion. But I was going to get a shock soon)&lt;br /&gt;Person A : His reasoning was so ridiculous that I begin to suspect if his IQ is in the range of 10 - 20&lt;br /&gt;(I am beginning to gape at Person A.Hey, I felt that way yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Person A : The next time I see him , I guess I will be forced to say “Please grow up and then report to work”.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (thinking to myself) Hey those were my words..how can you steal them &lt;sob&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was so enraged I could not stand the company)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Lets get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Of late, I find myself in the same situation lot often. I do not where to report this opinion-theft. I know these happen everywhere but using the same words too……&lt;br /&gt;The situation seems even more grave when you consider the fact that characters mentioned (other than myself) are the persons I have to spend my entire work day with :-((&lt;br /&gt;Any advice on handling the situation ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-8836966918586136784?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/8836966918586136784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=8836966918586136784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8836966918586136784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/8836966918586136784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-those-are-words-i-spoke.html' title='But those are the words I spoke....'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-1752347551954535181</id><published>2008-06-03T12:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:35:00.213+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sapiens : The over-hyped lot !</title><content type='html'>This morning, I saw a thought provoking scene. On the way to work, on the Neeladri route that the morning shuttles take these days, there was a toddler, probably around 2 years old, outside the thatched hut that I presume to be his home. What caught my attention was this dog that was beside the kid. The dog was sitting majestically on all its fours and the kid was sitting next to it with the complete awareness that he owns the dog and it will not hurt him. The pride of ownership and the authority was so evident in the way the kid was behaving in the dog’s presence and the dog did not seem to resist the idea.&lt;br /&gt;This triggered a chain of thoughts in my mind , in correlation to certain idealogies that I hold with regards to human beings.&lt;br /&gt;Primarily, all of us are hunters. However efficient the mask can be, deep down, all of us are on prowl - just that prey is different for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;The mask, that was referred to in the previous point, has been effectively and meticulously laid thru agents like religion, the idea of civilization etc.&lt;br /&gt;However hard I try, I cannot shake off this feeling that all human beings are nothing but glorified ANIMALS or a PEST that grows on its benefactor. I cannot stand the sense of importance we have attached to ourselves as a species. One cannot deny that we seem to be intellectually superior, but hello, do we ever know what is happening on a micro-level. For all we know, a cockroach dwelling in the crevices in your wall, can probably see thru the crystalline structure of the material that the wall is made up of , without a microscope. After all, it sees things differently than we do.So it knows when a crack is going to develop enough to cause a collapse and so it moves out then.&lt;br /&gt;Given my way, I would like to rip the mask and lay bare the fact that we are hunters and a damn good one at it. I wish we, as a species, acknowledge it and act natural !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-1752347551954535181?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1752347551954535181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=1752347551954535181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1752347551954535181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/1752347551954535181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sapiens-over-hyped-lot.html' title='Home Sapiens : The over-hyped lot !'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-7976394737778744748</id><published>2008-03-23T14:51:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:13:02.821+09:00</updated><title type='text'>When space and time made no sense !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.elfwood.com/art/i/s/isaura/regret800.jpg.rZd.82998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.elfwood.com/art/i/s/isaura/regret800.jpg.rZd.82998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pleasant breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit night,&lt;br /&gt;Mirthful laughs&lt;br /&gt;But where was I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vapours clouded my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Silent din was all I heard;&lt;br /&gt;My voice slurred&lt;br /&gt;And I melted away !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night lost&lt;br /&gt;sans senses !&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken,&lt;br /&gt;I remember none !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not what of&lt;br /&gt;All those silent thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Locked away for eons -&lt;br /&gt;Had they found a voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confronting eyes of dears&lt;br /&gt;The next morning !&lt;br /&gt;I understood not - was it&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy or scorn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that twilight never passed;&lt;br /&gt;The temptation not yielded to ;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been no regret nor the missing evening&lt;br /&gt;Nor the sleepless nights for days after !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-7976394737778744748?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/7976394737778744748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=7976394737778744748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7976394737778744748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/7976394737778744748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-space-and-time-made-no-sense.html' title='When space and time made no sense !!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-5360030611658410354</id><published>2007-07-29T19:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:14:43.419+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my home??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.virginiabishop.com/images/Mermaids/freespirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.virginiabishop.com/images/Mermaids/freespirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Silence is not allowed&lt;br /&gt;Nor my voice!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;And cannot laugh either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being true to myself&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand&lt;br /&gt;Is this ignorance or pretence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnations everywhere&lt;br /&gt;To hide their empty life!&lt;br /&gt;Six blind men preaching&lt;br /&gt;Elephants can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privacy and independence&lt;br /&gt;The forbidden words !&lt;br /&gt;In a woman's life&lt;br /&gt;They have no place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No right to question&lt;br /&gt;No right to reason!&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to bear children but&lt;br /&gt;Never old enough to take decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life&lt;br /&gt;Damn with these fetters!&lt;br /&gt;Oh invisible pink unicorn,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-5360030611658410354?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-6897641667463566156</id><published>2007-02-14T20:11:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:20:45.205+09:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.relationshiprepair.net/silent_tears_top1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.relationshiprepair.net/silent_tears_top1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.relationshiprepair.net/silent_tears_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Doused in red&lt;br /&gt;Was the whole world !&lt;br /&gt;But I felt so colorless&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;You were not there !&lt;br /&gt;You were not there&lt;br /&gt;To be my valentine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts flying everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the loving messages !&lt;br /&gt;But none for me&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;I was not there !&lt;br /&gt;I was not there&lt;br /&gt;In your thoughts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just there&lt;br /&gt;Before me !&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;There are seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Between us !&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;But you look through me !&lt;br /&gt;Its just one life I have&lt;br /&gt;Dont take it from me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kill me&lt;br /&gt;With such mighty silence&lt;br /&gt;On your lips but your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When locked with mine&lt;br /&gt;Makes the moment&lt;br /&gt;So divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Constantly at tiff !&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop thinking about you !&lt;br /&gt;Cant keep looking at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How eager I am&lt;br /&gt;For those moments of&lt;br /&gt;My silent thoughts&lt;br /&gt;About you !&lt;br /&gt;Broken by your mesmerizing voice&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize&lt;br /&gt;I have a choice -&lt;br /&gt;You or my solitude !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose my solitude&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;I dread so much&lt;br /&gt;We will end up as&lt;br /&gt;such good pals!&lt;br /&gt;My love locked away for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years from noww&lt;br /&gt;When my hair turns grey&lt;br /&gt;And I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Next to me !&lt;br /&gt;With such shocking white locks of hair&lt;br /&gt;Solace for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life of mine&lt;br /&gt;Is not to be taken by you !&lt;br /&gt;But to be&lt;br /&gt;Shared with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-6897641667463566156?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/6897641667463566156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=6897641667463566156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/6897641667463566156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/6897641667463566156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-only.html' title='If Only !!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-115489746947343489</id><published>2006-08-07T05:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:15:56.979+09:00</updated><title type='text'>From cell to chip!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/186056~Digital-Man-Man-or-Machine-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/186056~Digital-Man-Man-or-Machine-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/186056~Digital-Man-Man-or-Machine-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;The earth smells wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Dew glistens on the violets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Mirth of innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;The infant been blessed with!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;I smell the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;I see the glistening dew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Oh the sweetest kid,I sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;The mirth in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;My heart refuses to enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;My fingers refuse to cease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;The incessant playing on the keys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Instruction galore, passed between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;The man and the machine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;The Beauty of Life, I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;I still seek in vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Just a shattered mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Just another blind heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Between the machine and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;I think I've lost!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-115489746947343489?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/115489746947343489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=115489746947343489&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/115489746947343489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/115489746947343489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-cell-to-chip.html' title='From cell to chip!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-114629983632756401</id><published>2006-04-29T17:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:09:39.683+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/456/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/456/200/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Everyday,I walk past you&lt;br /&gt;My eyes pretend not to see you&lt;br /&gt;My head turns away!&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why&lt;br /&gt;And I would lie&lt;br /&gt;Brush you aside with a nay!&lt;br /&gt;When I speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To leave you clueless&lt;br /&gt;of all the love&lt;br /&gt;In me for you!&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;That has stood thru time&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds,though&lt;br /&gt;Lacerated with the love&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken,yet!&lt;br /&gt;Another day shall dawn&lt;br /&gt;I will bid adieu to another dusk&lt;br /&gt;I will walk past you, I know&lt;br /&gt;I would still turn away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-114629983632756401?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114629983632756401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=114629983632756401&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/114629983632756401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/114629983632756401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2006/04/clueless.html' title='Clueless!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-113784261773759556</id><published>2006-01-21T20:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:21:10.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>what else to say----My musings perhaps!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The last time this particular webpage was opened by me, I guess it was Sep 6th,2005. Has been a while. Life has changed. I have moved on. Made new friends and have forgotten them by now as well...am sure am out of their minds as well ...I believe in "out of sight ...out of mind".....looks like they do as well ;-)...oh yeah..forgot to mention...the background in which all these are happening is the Wipro EC (for the fortunate mortals not in bangalore....EC =Electronic City) campus....my happening place of last 4months..to b precise...from Sep 19th..the day I joined Wipro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..am so tempted to furnish all the trivial details...but they have a better place to be immortalised and they have already been - my mind! Have some great memories - Thx to my cousins &amp; Abhi, Sanind and Hims!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training ( am a proud mainframer now :-P ) was one smooth song...now into the project and doing damn good there as well...well, a lesson learnt...beware of the compliments from ur PM---itz just a harbinger of more work!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i opened this page after a long time was because of certain musings of mine I saw in my notepad--the one used during the trng and I just wanted to convert thm 2 electronic form so that I can keep chuckling whne'er I read thm......They seem to b the conclusive evidence of the fact......I am capable of creating my own world and living in it :-P!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of insanity in the text to follow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I hear them speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The same words as mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But a meaning in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I cease to find!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Am lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Knowing not what I seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh my feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Take me yonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To the land of unexplored virginity!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Thou shant fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My thoughts shall guide you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Just keep walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;With a steady pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Bliss shall we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When we are out of this maze!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Thou shall suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;all the love inside you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;How can s'one be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Friend and the foe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;At the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My silence is!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A thousand meanings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;you revealed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When you smiled!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I am tired !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My soul pleads to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Please reveal-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Are you my mirage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;or my oasis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Guess this is craziest of thm all---am still wondering why the hell I wrote it :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;If I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Even if you wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But if shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I wont!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;:-)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-113784261773759556?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113784261773759556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=113784261773759556&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/113784261773759556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/113784261773759556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-else-to-say-my-musings-perhaps.html' title='what else to say----My musings perhaps!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-112595607663009244</id><published>2005-09-06T03:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:41:01.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors from the netherworld !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/456/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 232px; height: 173px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/456/320/images.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;He says,&lt;br /&gt;The moon has become bad&lt;br /&gt;He wonders,&lt;br /&gt;The indigo sky looks so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it mourning the company&lt;br /&gt;of the night, he asks&lt;br /&gt;"Visitors from the netherworld"&lt;br /&gt;At the thought, he stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shudders&lt;br /&gt;to see his shadow&lt;br /&gt;he dreads&lt;br /&gt;what if it swallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt know&lt;br /&gt;Whether he is alone&lt;br /&gt;And he doesnt want&lt;br /&gt;to know if it isnt so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just his reflection&lt;br /&gt;His mirror seems to show&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt there is&lt;br /&gt;Another pallid translucent show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand secrets&lt;br /&gt;The wind screams&lt;br /&gt;It is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Not his sweet dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A safest place&lt;br /&gt;he simply cant find&lt;br /&gt;After all, they are&lt;br /&gt;The demons of his mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to a certain &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love fish&lt;/span&gt; I know :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-112595607663009244?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112595607663009244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=112595607663009244&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112595607663009244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112595607663009244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2005/09/visitors-from-netherworld.html' title='Visitors from the netherworld !'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-112564339895061214</id><published>2005-09-02T12:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:44:32.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'>World - A Kaleidoscope?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/456/1600/dark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7218/456/200/dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;On a day in my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My own world of infinitesimal space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Space barely enough to bear one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Just one and thats me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me and my thoughts alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Alone...So Alone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of bliss didnt last&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;Was my soul to start amusing&lt;br /&gt;Amusing at the world it lived in&lt;br /&gt;In the real world - A world crowded&lt;br /&gt;Crowded ... So crowded.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul was chuckling&lt;br /&gt;Chuckling..teasing..knowing&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me so well, it couldnt&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt stop me from my&lt;br /&gt;My wish- A wish insignificant&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant....So insignificant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wishes so hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard it tries to understand all&lt;br /&gt;All on the face of this world&lt;br /&gt;A world of so many colors&lt;br /&gt;Colors some vibrant and some dull&lt;br /&gt;Some dull ...so dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul wants to know&lt;br /&gt;Know if my heart intends to&lt;br /&gt;To capture the hues of the world&lt;br /&gt;The world's colors on a canvas&lt;br /&gt;A canvas so long and so broad&lt;br /&gt;Broad....so broad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart says wish it could do&lt;br /&gt;To replicate the scenes of the woods,&lt;br /&gt;Brown woods...Azure seas..white pearls&lt;br /&gt;Pearls some big some small so different&lt;br /&gt;Different shades of the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;The sky..the vast sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However hard my heart tries&lt;br /&gt;To understand the colors of&lt;br /&gt;People-man,woman and child&lt;br /&gt;It could never fathom and fails&lt;br /&gt;Fails to see their colors changing&lt;br /&gt;Changing...all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With obvious calmness in the smile&lt;br /&gt;Smile of an omniscient soul&lt;br /&gt;My soul asked just one question&lt;br /&gt;One question to which I wish&lt;br /&gt;I knew the answer to---&lt;br /&gt;My color...What is my color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-112564339895061214?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112564339895061214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=112564339895061214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112564339895061214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112564339895061214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2005/09/world-kaleidoscope.html' title='World - A Kaleidoscope?!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-112543249416326283</id><published>2005-08-31T01:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:46:30.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u my love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sensesofcinema.com/images/27/bad_guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.sensesofcinema.com/images/27/bad_guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt the other day&lt;br /&gt;Of a face I have never seen !&lt;br /&gt;Moments with that stranger&lt;br /&gt;The most surreal scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had sensed anything&lt;br /&gt;so foggy yet so real !&lt;br /&gt;The need in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A touch so dear !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words you spoke&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt I hear?&lt;br /&gt;The warm breath of yours&lt;br /&gt;Will I feel for ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit of my eyes opened&lt;br /&gt;And the vapour of my dream freed!&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I shall be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;By the strange face I have never seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-112543249416326283?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112543249416326283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=112543249416326283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112543249416326283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112543249416326283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-u-my-love.html' title='Are u my love?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-112267003553830354</id><published>2005-07-30T05:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T05:47:15.556+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Third rock from the Sun !</title><content type='html'>Planet Earth --- The third rock from the Sun ! This planet has never ceased 2 fascinate me not because I'm here---because I cant b anywhere else ! After all I'm a  carbon based organism tat can survive only in an Oxygen atmosphere :-(............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space travel...was....is and will be an obsesssion with me thro my life...I think....Right..from the day i knew there are 9 planets revolving aroud our Sun...I've always wondered y cant one find another Sun / Earth among the billions trillions God knows how many stars....naturally...ETz shud exist but I dont believe in one thing....its not necessary that they may be technologically advanced as we are ( but most of the hollywood movies presume so...Mebee ppl always like 2 visualize thm facing tragedies...in movies atleast...the tragedies are overcome....inreal? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hv been reading Foundation series of Asimov.....somehow the technology...though it is Asimov's creativity tat deserves credits.....yeah...the technology..technologies described seem quite feasible.....cant say much abt the hyper spatial travel though..but gravitic planes....nuclear power based products......they are quite possible......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was totally wowed by the concept of psychohistory....brilliantly based on Kinetic theory of gases...am wondering,....if any of the mathematicians are indeed doing some kinda work on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapping the whole galaxy --- tat wud b one hell of a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another brilliant concept----- Using religion as a binding factor! religion is another thing i'm obsessed with! rather...the origin of religions..i shud say! in this days of such a low religious tolerance..i shud make myself clear! in fact...i think this shud hv been a borrowed concept from our world itself....wasnt Christianity chosen as  a common religion to unite the thn defragmented Europe? If i see in tat light....does EU formation reflect the strategy adopted by Hober Mallow ( one of the mayors of terminus /  Foundation )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading this article in THE HINDU...an interview with the man I admire the most ---APJ Abdul Kalam....the timing cudnt b anymore perfect...already my mind was lighted with the fire of science fiction...but the interview...made me 2 start believin' tat the time would surely come  whn wat we read as fiction is no longer so! Anyways...his ideas of having indigenous hyper planes and Earth - Moon- Mars---interplanetary association are brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong believer in the fact tat the human mind is the best treasure---A treasure whose value hasnt been realised completely yet! I believe tat any man has the potential to achieve anything he / she wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well............all I want is-----------this fantasy of mine ...this obsession...this dream of "humanity across galaxy" to come true !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-112267003553830354?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112267003553830354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=112267003553830354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112267003553830354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/112267003553830354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2005/07/third-rock-from-sun.html' title='Third rock from the Sun !'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-110884783914526148</id><published>2005-03-09T07:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:26:42.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the wilderness of a paradise named "Pilani" !</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Vetti" sem...the response one gets for a thesis sem..the final leg of a beautiful journey from being an annoying teenager to a confident adult.....'n a successful one too......well...3 jobs ....as far as I am concerned..certainly makes me a succesful one ;-).....&lt;br /&gt;This sem is turning out to be the sem of my dreams. No need to feel guilty about getting up late. "Late" ...(my wingies are screaming)...is an understatement...The wing is getting used to wishing me "morning" at 2 pm...I'm also thinking of signing out from mess..Is there a way I can sign out only for breakfast 'n lunch? If s'body knows..Plz be merciful 'n lemme know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I am beginning to think I'm helpless..incorrigible..incapable of self control..BTW..there are words like"resolutions" 'n "promises"..right?The reason behind me gettin' hopeless abt me is tht I had drafted the above highlighted  passage a jolly good month ago 'n i could never bring my ---- to complete it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'n 2 damn myself..i've been creating blog/journal spaces wherever i can lay my hands on..Should I say "mouse" on ;-)..msn spaces..h2g2 site..blah this blah tht...well..seems like i've formulated the new uncertainty principle for bloggin' --applicable only 2 myself-- "If u hv a blogspace, U cannot  find a blog in it"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 7.51 am 'n i hvn't slept a wink thro the night....Mr &amp; Mrs Iyer to my company for the first part of night..then r very ol' F.R.I.E.N.D.S to accompany thro the rest of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gettin' fuckin' irritatin' 2 work with the rest of the team 4 I4RI coz of my weird sleepin' habits....am losin' tht human touch in myself....well..once in a while..hv yearned for a human face 2..coz it would hv been quite a while since I had seen one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High time i take control of my life..or Am i fine with this way...................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-110884783914526148?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110884783914526148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=110884783914526148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/110884783914526148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/110884783914526148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-in-wilderness-of-paradise-named.html' title='Back in the wilderness of a paradise named &quot;Pilani&quot; !'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-110426730719688547</id><published>2004-12-29T05:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T06:02:51.620+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Tsunami?</title><content type='html'>Inspite of all the technological advances humans can boast,mankind is still at the mercy of Nature.This was proved and the world tasted the consequences of Nature's fury this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;What is a "Tsunami"? in Japanese "Tsunami" means "Large sea waves".Tsunamis are huge tidal waves tht can sometime rise as high as 10m...Pacific region is not a stranger to tsunamis....But south asia was certainly an absolute stranger to this phenemenon caused by seismic activity under water bodies...to chk out wht causes a tsunami..click on the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/04/asia_pac_asia_earthquake_explained/html/1.stm"&gt;Tsunamis de-mystified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is news abt the change of India's coastline as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ndtv.com/template/template.asp?template=Tsunami&amp;slug=Tsunami+changes+India%27s+coastline&amp;amp;amp;id=65937&amp;amp;callid=1"&gt;Tsunamis change the coastline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-110426730719688547?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110426730719688547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=110426730719688547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/110426730719688547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/110426730719688547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-is-tsunami.html' title='What is Tsunami?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-110426443969794793</id><published>2004-12-29T04:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T06:38:07.176+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ruly, this Sunday was the darkest in many a ones lives in South Asia. The seemingly calm ocean waters can unleash such a havoc..this is something i had not given thought abt in my 21 yrs of earthly life..The trips to beach hv always left pleasant memories..till this sunday...The sandy shores on which I had trodden a coupla days before no longer exists to bear testimonial to my great times there....The kids who used 2 wave a big Hi hv been swallowed, leaving a void in their loved ones life....Wailings of mothers,wives 'n sisters wring the fibres of my heart 'n corpses..God wht a sight tht was.....Families hv perished with nobody to identify the bodies 'n survivors are lacking the reason to live any longer...Even in these tragic circumstances..there are few ignoble souls who actually break into the locked houses 'n loot the remaining stuff...I shouldn't even b calling them souls coz any human with a soul within him wouldn't dare to dream about such an action...&lt;br /&gt;I feel grateful tht I am of some help to these victims of the nature's fury and I hope these ppl find a purpose for living soon.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the corporates and generous beings for their generosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40669000/jpg/_40669211_cuddalore_ap.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-110426443969794793?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110426443969794793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=110426443969794793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/110426443969794793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/110426443969794793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/12/black-sunday.html' title='The Black Sunday'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-109533546562540603</id><published>2004-09-16T17:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:54:20.660+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year to all the Jews !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Rosh Hashanah!&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea if thtz how the Jews all over the world are greeting each other right now....juz came to know tht today is Jews' New Year....So my greetings 2 all of u...&lt;br /&gt;I was always very interested in knowing about religions esp. Judaism,right from the time when I was 15 yrs old...The book "Acts of faith " by Erich Segal introduced me to the religion which otherwise was existing only as any other religion's name I had mugged in history class ...I was quite knowledgeable about christianity..thanx to all the convents 'n christian management schools I had attended...Guess..must be having atleast 3 bibles at home..inspite of the fact tht I am a tam-Brahm....&lt;br /&gt;Somehow..I think understanding the origin of religions would help one to understand the evolution of human thinking and the act of living in conformity with the society...I feel "Religion" is more of a lifestyle one has adopted 'n lives his life in conformity to the principles of the religion....Hence I think all the riots in the name of religion are crap 'n excuses to human craving for blood...Atheist I am, I feel this whole of "I do it in the name of God" thingee crap but religions intrigue me a lot....Hence..whenever i get time,I search and get to know more about different religions..the practices...the place of origin....the common things I find between different religions or sects whose place of origin is same or in the neighbourhood of one another...&lt;br /&gt;Judaism - Christianity - Islam----This is one helluva combination..I should say..for any of those who wants to take up research on religions....all of them have Jerusalem as their Sacred Place....the religions tht have middle east as their place of origin...they also seem to be major inspiration for many of the authors...&lt;br /&gt;Read this book "The Haj" by Leon Uris...after reading , i was so inspired to discover more about the creation of Israel tht the very next thing i did was google search 'n find as much as i can .,.about Israel 'n Palestine....&lt;br /&gt;These books 'n the search make me ponder about the thinking process of humans 'n their obstinacy in accepting anything not related to them as Superior....&lt;br /&gt;As an atheist...I beg to differ from the believers about the existence of God..coz i have different point of view about the same about which I will write tomorrow...maybe tht wud answer those who think I am close minded 'n one needs to be open minded when it comes to believing in God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-109533546562540603?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/109533546562540603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=109533546562540603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109533546562540603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109533546562540603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-new-year-to-all-jews.html' title='Happy New year to all the Jews !!!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-109525191756366984</id><published>2004-09-15T18:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:16:18.411+09:00</updated><title type='text'>INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS  !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wish I could get to know more of the humorous bloggers....One always wishes for what one doesnt have...&lt;br /&gt;Weird but true....There is this specific blog where I am a regular but nowadays I observe tht I am interested more in the comments than in the blog itself..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I know the phrase " tongue-tied" but whenever I wish to blog..somehow I become "finger-tied"...words refuse to get transported from the grey cells to the monitor cell..&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt believe when I found tht there are people other than me who have actually read "Rowan " series...Rowan &amp;amp; Damia hold a special place in my memory coz those were the first of sci - fi novels I had read...'n somehow I was under the impression nobody would hv even heard of the book 'n the author...Well..jobless as I was today..I thot lemme do some Google search on the book..'n was surprised to discover there are fan clubs for the author "Anne Mccaffrey"..'n tht there are more books in the series. Its been nearly 7 yrs since I read the book...'n I wish to complete the rest s'times...Similar case for "Ender's Series" as well...&lt;br /&gt;hv taken a resolution.."No more blowing of fuse in head"....whatever hapns..i am not going to let my fuse blow 'n start cursing all the stars 'n the causative agent's birth time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even If my flatmate melted the safety valve on the pressure cooker by refusing to be generous about the amount of water in the cooker...'n refused to open the door coz she has decided tht she wont open the door tht day..though she has the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even if the Six seater vehicle guy refuses to start his vehicle unless there are more than 8 people in the 6-seater...(wonder y they call it 6 seater then)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even if the guy who hardly knows me calls me a kiddo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even if I think the dress I am wearing makes me look broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s'times i really feel very bitchy 'n want to bitch ...but the damn conscience reminds me of a scene--- the angel with a halo around the head 'n Satan himself,with horns on head 'n a pointed tail(like the block arrow in MS word)..'n me in between..'n somehow the angel always succeeds to get the bar of chocolate I dig 'n wins me over ..thus stopping me from bitching 'n letting the count of wretched souls in Satan's list unaltered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There is this resolution I wanna make but am not sure can keep up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I WANT TO BLOG DAILY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-109525191756366984?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/109525191756366984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=109525191756366984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109525191756366984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109525191756366984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/09/incoherent-ramblings.html' title='INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS  !!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-109488948711909746</id><published>2004-09-11T17:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:17:53.767+09:00</updated><title type='text'>JOLLY GOOD TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>God bless &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tim Berner Lee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 years...since myself , Priya, Sumita &amp;amp; Soumya had been in contact. Thanks to the internet now we are back together though virtually!Never once believed in 4 years that a day would come again when all of us would be a having an avalanche of mails from one another in our inbox.Now..time for nostalgic memories....School days...goood ol' school days...the days that stand out in life marked with the most wonderful memories...the days that came with the tag " no strings attached"the days that never demanded manners nor pretension of having them..days of uniform....'n the heavy bags ...'n report cards 'n Parent teacher meetings...assembly...back bench crackers...teacher trying to disband the "gangs" formed in the class..by making us sit apart...far..the days when we used to mark "must read" pages from Sidney Sheldon...confessions of first crush...start of hanging outs with friends....of course..with meaningless rivalry when it comes to academics..still remember the yell from..leave ..it..I dont remember who it was.."Hey..how much did ya score in language paper..am totalling r marks"...how can one forget gossips when it comes to bunch of teenage gals...the "enlightment session" from the knowledgeable to the ignorants...dont bother abt what kinda "knowledge"...hmmm..the day myself 'n Sumi were sharing A jokes 'n suddenly Priya was there,crying 'n somehow managed successfully to say "Hey u 2 always leave me out of this stuff"...hmmm..the march past days...from morn 6 to 9 'n then from evening 3 to sometime I dont remember...the same days of writing imposition of trignometric formulae for failing to tell the half-angle formulae.and the sadistic pleasure the maths sir derived out of making us do the imposition when he very well knew that were not present in the class due to march past practice....the days when we admired our English ma'am for the way she conducted herself in the class with us and the Physics ma'am for the way she tied her saree...V had great fun going to sanskrit classes...'n cant forget the teachers who had no clue about the usage of prepositions in English 'n still had ample of them when they talked.......Then ..as life went....I had the "misfortune" of getting admitted into BITS-Pilani...far away from friends 'n family...the distance certainly showed....in the very short time we had whenever we got together..it was very obvious we were losing things in common...except for me..the rest of the gang..stayed in Pondicherry 'n were admitted in the same college...so somehow the conversation always ended with reference to something or some one they all knew but I didnt...soon the meetings too ceased to happen........'n as the I started..it had been 4 yrs since.........&lt;br /&gt;Now the jolly good times are back................&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Sumi for the gmail invitation..&lt;br /&gt;Gals..missed u lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-109488948711909746?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/109488948711909746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=109488948711909746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109488948711909746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109488948711909746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/09/jolly-good-times.html' title='JOLLY GOOD TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-109488870489498195</id><published>2004-09-11T17:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:37:20.020+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut..Copy 'n Paste!!!!</title><content type='html'>The following are the copies of my blogs which I posted from other ID...Since I am planning to make the other Id non - functional 'n also didnt want to lose my precious "feelings translated to writings"...I did the one thing which student community cant do without..the student community can be read as "bitsians" ...........COPY 'n PASTE...&lt;br /&gt;here they are&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUTATION INTO A 'ROACH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sssshhhh secret..woke up @ 2 in the afternoon.guess papa shud hv left me juz like tht and i mite be sleeping till now 4 all i know.If u want 2 know laziness personified,then it should be I ,my guess.Waking up,preparing breakfast,not eating it,going to sleep,wake up in the afternooon,hv the breakfast i prepared,then watch a movie,or listen 2 songs on the channels almost all jobless ppl watch,then go to sleep again,act as though I am Miss.Busy Bee when papa &amp;amp; bro come from office 'n college respectively and then take bath,giving 'xcuses abt how i had 2 wait on ppl all thro the day and sometimes lying tht thtz the second time i'm having bath,then prepare dinner,act b4 Papa tht I'm not like other gals watching movies 'n songs and mooning over handsome hunks which i do 4 the whole day and stick 2 NDTV 'n CNBC when papa is there at home not even letting him watch Euro 2004 or ODI bet.England and WI or Rabobank cup match between India and Netherlands or stupid soaps he watches once in a while (therez a lie once again,he watches one daily and couple on weekends),pull a fight with bro 4 the sake of fighting,then chtg with a guy all night who is desperate 2 find his looks that he never had or some gal who wud complete him-with something he doesnt hv-looks.Actually,he is not bad looking.I cant get from where does this notion of he lacking looks come 2 him.Guess soon,my DNA sequence is going 2 be identified with that of cockroach as i am not able 2 fathom my nocturnal inclinations.If u think,its bcoz of my sleepin thro the day,i think its the other way around.I am turning into Periplaneta americana or should i say Indiana.Everybody beware,here is the most dreaded mutation taking place!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUNE RENDEZVOUS!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pune..another place with a P ....in my life..Pondicherry,Pilani 'n now Pune..Its been a month in Pune...'n Pune is certainly not a place of surprises..4 me...feels so much like just another town...the feel of another small town trying 2 match up to its big bro "Mumbai"..but then the place has a flavour of its own...the best thing abt it is it has some thing to offer to everybody...the student crowd..the lovey-dovey couple..."am just getting 2 know what is life" kinda ppl...'n then of course,"listen 2 me..i know everything..ur age is my experience"--the elders.....LISTEN CHENNAI..this is certainly one place u wud b jealous of ..this is the first time I had seen rain pour non-stop 4 24 hrs....well....of course..i wont say i 'n joyed coz all my darling dresses got soiled bcoz of tht..'god damn hey dont dry at all ....'n then of course . life wud b certainly cool..coz ur house keeps leaking all the time....thk God my EB bill will come down drastically..no fan at all...the much spoken abt night life..am yet 2 explorebut i know one thing 4 sure..this is one place one wud mighty well 'n joi like hell with friends..B4 somebody from the company seize my comp 'n my job ..lemme wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAT BLUES!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the inevitable has finally come!the day i dreaded so much..making decisions when it comes to CAT!Which coaching institute..which package..which of the institutes..all IIMs or any non-IIM in between....'n daily blues..these many hours of preparation..again another conflict...shall i go 4 8 hrs at the weekend or 2 hrs everyday..my god ..if preparing 4 a management degree is such a pain..how wud a job be?but thn..whatever mind knows..heart refuses 2 accept..says "Management is ur forte ".."so go 4 it"so..am all set 2 do my best..LISTEN IIMz..here I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strange turns!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a river and that too a wild one!Not only in the fact that ,like a river, life moves on forever, but also because no one can be sure of what is the path it is going to follow.And one cant be sure of what might accompany them during the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One doesnt begin the journey with the thought of a flood and being washed away.The beginning brings with itself the pure mirth of discovering what is there to be revealed along the journey,the joy of learning and the thrill of knowing no fear.Then he sees the water swallowing some lower forms of organisms. A slight pang of fear creeps into his mind and he starts thinking how the waters can destroy him and how should he protect himself.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,he has stopped enjoying beauty around him.The only thing he is bothered about is reaching his destination safe--hassle-free,with his near and dear ones.Now the waters rise and he is very worried because his beloved wont be able to survive if it rises anymore.He does his best to save her.Sometimes he is able to save her.Then he finishes the journey with a feeling of satisfaction.If he is not able to save her,then he tries to jump in after her or the others persuade him to continue the journey,he does so unwillingly and full of remorse.&lt;br /&gt;But,in either case,he didnt enjoy the joy of travelling amongst the wild plants with flowers of various hues and fragrance that grows "just like that" along the sides of river.He didnt see the little rabbits hopping between the yellow and pink flowers.He didnt relish the sight of the colourful butterflies sucking nectar from the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;The man has completed his journey.Now,should he turn back and see what he has missed or move from there and go where his feet take him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-109488870489498195?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/109488870489498195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=109488870489498195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109488870489498195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109488870489498195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/09/cutcopy-n-paste.html' title='Cut..Copy &apos;n Paste!!!!'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-109274530549054476</id><published>2004-08-18T09:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:21:45.490+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I paid for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erent there days when I wished so much that I absolutely had nothing to do..nothing to look forward to....&lt;br /&gt;Alas the day has come...Plz note the word "alas"...am sitting before the comp..trying to do something useful but in vain...&lt;br /&gt;And I feel terribly guilty  chatting or mailing..living in a state of perpetual tension is hell...&lt;br /&gt;so..what do i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I BLOG!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes I wonder whether I hv become a workaholic(i sound as though being one is despicable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well..I hv to return to work.Hmm..Firstly lemme do the work of finding some work!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-109274530549054476?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/109274530549054476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=109274530549054476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109274530549054476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109274530549054476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-am-i-paid-for.html' title='What am I paid for?'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924531.post-109222191716227956</id><published>2004-08-11T19:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T19:58:37.163+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The "New" feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does my heart always skip a beat whene'er I am acquiring something new-be it a dress,book,or trying out new dish,or even creating a new blog. The moment of getting something new is always wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I am so stuck for words coz this is a new blog 'n new means special to me..so anything that goes into it shud  b  special too...&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love getting something new,so rapidly I lose interest in them 'n look forward to the next "new" thing in life...&lt;br /&gt;God save me when i get married..imagine wht wud hapnif I lose my interest in the marriage'n look forward to new one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924531-109222191716227956?l=chaosrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/109222191716227956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924531&amp;postID=109222191716227956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109222191716227956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924531/posts/default/109222191716227956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaosrulez.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-feeling.html' title='The &quot;New&quot; feeling'/><author><name>Shrilakshmi alias Satya Subramanian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418459215901274802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-pVDKPSq3I/Sp32r7jQMwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zENYnLRVOg8/S220/IMG_0240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
