<?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-11533274</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:16:29.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints on the Sands of Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-5251369008287331461</id><published>2007-05-18T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:44:48.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1nePJyG0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/OCs8Q32b3hk/s1600-h/P1000087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065818925022976834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1advJyGfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kxhPtUwRbkE/s320/IMG_2697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ad_JyGgI/AAAAAAAAAts/0mhL37zONaI/s1600-h/IMG_2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065804627076848130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ad_JyGgI/AAAAAAAAAts/0mhL37zONaI/s320/IMG_2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1aePJyGhI/AAAAAAAAAt0/aGz7Ff0IQGA/s1600-h/IMG_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065804631371815442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1aePJyGhI/AAAAAAAAAt0/aGz7Ff0IQGA/s320/IMG_2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11533274-7068356983902313804?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/7068356983902313804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=7068356983902313804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/7068356983902313804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/7068356983902313804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/05/atlantic-city.html' title='ATLANTIC CITY'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1advJyGfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kxhPtUwRbkE/s72-c/IMG_2697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-6137762061774943498</id><published>2007-05-18T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:41:35.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1mtfJyGyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EdA3c6Sqx-Q/s1600-h/P1000135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065818087504354082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1mtfJyGyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EdA3c6Sqx-Q/s320/P1000135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1mtvJyGzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ezG5VjIcNCo/s1600-h/P1000148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065818091799321394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1mtvJyGzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ezG5VjIcNCo/s320/P1000148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1aGPJyGdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/57z-SSbk-RY/s1600-h/P1000095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065804219054954962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1aGPJyGdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/57z-SSbk-RY/s320/P1000095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1aGfJyGeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/KzzHh6Gj30Q/s1600-h/P1000128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065804223349922274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1aGfJyGeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/KzzHh6Gj30Q/s320/P1000128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11533274-6137762061774943498?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/6137762061774943498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=6137762061774943498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/6137762061774943498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/6137762061774943498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/05/boston.html' title='BOSTON'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1mtfJyGyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EdA3c6Sqx-Q/s72-c/P1000135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-2207632281463275682</id><published>2007-05-18T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:46:38.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMSTERDAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ZpfJyGbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-z-UlVV0Xqc/s1600-h/P1000169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065803725133715890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ZpfJyGbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-z-UlVV0Xqc/s320/P1000169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ZpvJyGcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Ba8SA_c1eoM/s1600-h/P1000171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065803729428683202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ZpvJyGcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Ba8SA_c1eoM/s320/P1000171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11533274-2207632281463275682?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/2207632281463275682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=2207632281463275682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/2207632281463275682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/2207632281463275682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/05/amsterdam.html' title='AMSTERDAM'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lulpa1nY9Iw/Rk1ZpfJyGbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-z-UlVV0Xqc/s72-c/P1000169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-2433330326137090755</id><published>2007-03-25T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:15:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Wild West</title><content type='html'>Took Jet Airways in Chennai to reach Mumbai. From there, took North West (NW) Airways. The NW flight is really good, but it got delayed in Mumbai by 4 hours. I was waiting in Mumbai arport for more than 6 hours. And a person has to go undergo lot of check ups in Mumbai and need to change places from domestic to international. We need to literallky do lot of shuttling from one place to the other and from one gate to the other. And a person has to take care of all the documents, like immigration forms, passport, tickets, boarding pass, itenarary. One has to be really very alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reached Amsterdam. The flight journey is strenous, but this place is really really very beautiful. Its pretty cold there. The temperature was around 1 degree centigrade.&lt;br /&gt;Took some photographs and waited again for 3 hours in Amsterdam. The airport is really big in Amsterdam. Need to switch to gates as fast as possible. Took again the same NW flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached U.S. In U.S., they did not ask me anything during immigration checkup and the happiest part is that they did not do any custom check for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab and reached my hotel room. Started exploring everything in Redmond, Seattle. The temperature was below Zero. I walked down in the cold weather for almost 4 kms and found some good indian restaurants and malls. Also, i went to Radio Shucks to get an adapter for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the taxi drivers here are punjabis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went out with my Accout manager and had a cup of coffee and banana cake at Safeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the weather is very very cold here. Its raining as well, but i could see the sun too :) I walked almost 4 kms up and down to catch up with the good indian Restaurant "Mayuri Restaurant." Pretty good. Had a tomato rice and a cup of Madras coffee hmm...wow. the cost is very low when compared to U.S. pizzas. As of now, decided to go for indian food ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few hours, i have to catch up with my Subject Matter Experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....I forgot about my laundry. Going for it now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-2433330326137090755?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/2433330326137090755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=2433330326137090755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/2433330326137090755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/2433330326137090755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/03/wild-wild-west.html' title='Wild Wild West'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-9143398313599567950</id><published>2007-02-11T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T04:15:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must watch these movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs. Iyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Park Avenue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-9143398313599567950?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/9143398313599567950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=9143398313599567950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/9143398313599567950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/9143398313599567950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/02/must-watch-these-movies-mr-and-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-116980823855414434</id><published>2007-01-26T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T02:45:44.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Russian Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six years later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hectic work, rushed to the Railway Station to board the Hyderabad Express train at 4:45pm. The train departed. Was in the train reading some books related to my postgraduation. Had a small chat session with my neighbour who is a student of IIT-M. Then, ate apples and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon realized that I have arrived at the destination station. When got down the train, I met my friend. The moment I saw him, I could feel the comfort and cherish the moments that we spent in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know him from 9th grade. We had spent our time together in tuition classes (Maths) discussing about various things -future, aims etc etc... Non-stop speakers on earth. Though the time spent was too too short, the moments were still in my minds, well I should say, in our minds. We planned to pursue our graduation in the same college, but we ended up doing it in different colleges. Soon he flew to Russia to pursue his graduation. I continued to do what I should not be doing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in touch. Our life demanded a lot from us. We lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of my friend do come into my now and then, but frankly speaking not very frequently. Neither he nor I had the time and earnest to know what were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six years later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the same old freind, very warm, very comfortable to be with. But with one change, Yes, he is now a "DOCTOR." Absolutely brilliant Doctor on earth. Not just that, a great Singer and an amazing photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had wonderful time in hyderabad. We talked nothing but about medicines, music, movies, world events, books etc etc....yack yack...still the non-stop speakers on earth. I really dont have words to describe more about our moments in Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another sweet and wonderful memories to store in my mind for rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life demanded a lot again and I had to come back. It was a very difficult moment indeed when I left the place hoping that we would meet again some day, somewhere, some part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, for sure, my friend will become a world renowned Doctor. Ofcourse, a Singer and a Photographer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2813/940/320/48906/manoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year or so, I will definitely blog about the real Russian Connection ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-116980823855414434?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/116980823855414434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=116980823855414434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116980823855414434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116980823855414434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/01/russian-connection.html' title='The Russian Connection'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-116841898320698298</id><published>2007-01-10T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:34:17.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jan 08, 2007 10:30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my work, I rushed to Rex Fashions to buy a few clothes to drape myself the next day. Took a pair of blue jeans. The offer of getting a free pair of jeans if I get one more pair of jeans attracted me. Took some time to get another one. Was wondering and wandering for a long time to buy a trouser or a shirt. I could not decide at that time. Found a Designer wear, dirty grey and green Denim Jean Jacket. It was too heavy for me, but i always wanted one like that. Decided to replace free trouser with this Denim Jean jeacket for which i have to fight with the Shop Owner. After a long fight, he decided to give that as an offer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 08, 2007, 11pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt hungry, so, went to FoodNest and grabbed a Doughnut. Also, had a pomegranate juice. Sounds American, but thats what I am ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 08, 2007, 11:15pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. Got a call from my friend an hour before the actual day starts. I really thank my friend for caling me amidst the busy schedule. Thanks a ton!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 09, 2007, 12:00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine called me. Thanks to him too. Then, recieved so many calls my friends and sisters. Also, recieved SMS. Was over the phone and reading SMS till 2:30am. Its been ages since I slept well in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 09, 2007, 8:00am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Took bath. Went to temple and then reached office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 09, 2007, 10am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a surprise conference call with my 3 friends. I thanked my friends and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 09, 2007, 2:00pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a surprise. Here goes !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2813/940/320/901210/09012007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It was my Birthday. Thanks to my friends who gave me this wonderful, amazing, awesome chocolate cake with walnut. Thanks a ton. Also, I thank them for gifting a fabulous Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my sisters too for gifting me shirts and giftvoucher from Westside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know how to express my gratitude towards people (200 in number) who flooded orkut and my inboxes with their wishes. Thanks a bunch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful and memorable day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my last birthday celebrated in India :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-116841898320698298?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/116841898320698298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=116841898320698298&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116841898320698298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116841898320698298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2007/01/bee-day.html' title='Bee day'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-116505040808886863</id><published>2006-12-02T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:06:48.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Hyderabad, with my friend, "Munch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-116505040808886863?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/116505040808886863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=116505040808886863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116505040808886863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116505040808886863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-hyderabad-with-my-friend-munch.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-116186069522456739</id><published>2006-10-26T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T04:24:28.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain slashed chennai last night. It was a heavy downpour that lasted for more than 6 hours. I got stuck in the Petrol Bunk near my Office around 10pm. Tried taking up an auto to reach home. None of the auto guys were ready to drive me home. It was getting very very cold and drenched badly in the rain. Finally, an auto guy agreed to drive me back home for a whopping amount. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, someone met with an accident and the road was completely blocked. Was stranded inside the auto for 1 hour....Saw our policemen flying to the accident spot in a car, a white Hundai Car, instead of a jeep. That is a new face of Chennai police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they cleared the road, started the journey. Half a way through, the auto had to literally swim across due to water logging on the roads and the auto broke down. I somehow tried taking up another auto to reach home, but no one was around as it was around 11:30pm. Not even a single person on the road. Somehow, I managed to walk down home in that heavy rain. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, the clock struck 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the weather is pleasant and asusual came running to my office. Listened to the theme song (Khabhi Alvida Na Kehna) of the movie "Khabhi Alvida Na Kehna." A good one. But believe me i am totally against the concept of "not to say goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At somepoint of time in life, you or I have to leave many people or say goodbye as people come into our lives for a reason, season, or lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-116186069522456739?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/116186069522456739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=116186069522456739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116186069522456739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116186069522456739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain-slashed-chennai-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-116158707087207718</id><published>2006-10-22T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:11:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday 19, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy downpour, cold weather, temperature was dropping down sharply, stuffed myself with thick clothes, walked down the roads, got into a public transport, and reached office. Work started there with a client call, which i was planning to take from home as I knew anyway i am going to be late. After this, the work began with a thought that i should not goof up big time knowing that somewhere something was going wrong. Was wondering and ofcourse wandering ;) Then, decided to complete the work to my level best. The rain stopped. Came back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday 20, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright sunny morning, got up late, went to a Saloon, and decided to go for a shopping. The shopping spree began...Went to Life Style and was astonished after seeing the crowd that thronged there. The whole of Chennai was there. I did not know what to choose as collection was not good. Tried to look out for T-shirts.. But was not satisfied with colours...Looked at one, but turned back to Shirts section.. I felt that I was totally lost...Came out of Life Style and jumped into Basics showroom.. But they dont have T-shirts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to Life Style..Took a T-Shirt, which was worth getting it. The colour of the T-Shirt is burnt orange. Perhaps, I should say the colour is wood, a very different colour. It is a plain T-Shirt as i always prefer that...But please dont ask me the price of that T-Shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After purchasing, went to "Landmark"..Was flipping through the pages of the book "Like the Flowing River" by "Paulo Coelho." A very interesting book that one must read. Was listening to good English numbers..They were absolutely great...Infact, I tried asking HelpDesk personnel about the singer and the title of the numbers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the day.. And I love being like this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 21, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began with a bang. The day I could not hear even the voice of my mother when she was totally shouting at me for not waking up early in the morning and tasting the sweets without taking bath and even much before the Pooja :) Wore a new dress. Watching television for sometime. Watched some of the interviews of the film actors, and two movies, "Saami" and "Kaaka Kaaka." Enjoyed watching them with loads and loads of sweets (Ofcourse was doing the calorie check simultaneously as I cannot aford to go out of shape) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the whole day and spreading my happiness to people around me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 22, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny day, I brought the floor down in my apartment..Shouting (singing, talking loudly over the phone with my friends, making noise, and ofcourse laughing) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched again yet another Suriya's movie "Jilendru oru Kaadhal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my weekend maximum possible after a very very very long long time... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-116158707087207718?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/116158707087207718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=116158707087207718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116158707087207718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/116158707087207718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/10/diwali-thursday-19-2006-heavy-downpour.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-115140759843598320</id><published>2006-06-27T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:49:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to leave my office last night at 10pm. I decided to take a bus home. When I could not find out direct bus, I took a bus that helped me reach half a distance. Half a way through, it started raining heavily. I drenched in the heavy rain and took up an auto to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. Felt comfortable. It was still raining outside and I was having my dinner. Few pages of my book called life were flipping through in my mind when I was munching my food. Childhood days, school days, college days thoughts were traversing. I could not concentrate on the food I ate. Usually, I dont look back, but at times, instances like this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very diffrent enriching experience in life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bed with sweet memories of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-115140759843598320?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115140759843598320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=115140759843598320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/115140759843598320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/115140759843598320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-to-leave-my-office-last-night-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114984905913406713</id><published>2006-06-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:30:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an enriching experience today as I was listening to John Denver's pop country songs, which were sung in the late 70's.  One of his songs just filled up my senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a night in the forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the mountains in springtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just filled up my senses  and I wish that it would fill up my senses again like a............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also listening to a song from the movie "Before Sunset."  This song was sung only with a guitar in 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114984905913406713?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114984905913406713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114984905913406713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114984905913406713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114984905913406713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-enriching-experience-today-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114828854429498901</id><published>2006-05-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T03:08:08.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When entered, noticed that waitors were looking like Arabians, eaters were looking like Americans, smoke, smoke everywhere but not even a single without a cigar, hookahs were served but not for minors, lit by candles but darkness everywhere, and first floor included sofas, chairs, and people having fun as described by my friend when he visited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a pub but looked like a pub, it was not a restaurant but looked like one, it was not an ice cream parlour but looked like one, and it was not a place where people dope but looked like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this place was deserted without a belly dancer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, had the following desserts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackforest shake&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla shake&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate avalanche junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above desserts tasted so good and made me decide to revisit the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is in 'Khader Nawaz Khan Road, Nungambakkam".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is "Mocha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statutory Warning&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Extending my gratitude towards my friend who has brought the "untold story" into &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;limelight when writing about the visit to "Mocha" in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For information on "untold story", see &lt;a href="http://tutor19us.blogspot.com/"&gt;A lot can happen over Coffee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114828854429498901?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114828854429498901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114828854429498901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114828854429498901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114828854429498901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-entered-noticed-that-waitors-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114812551360012875</id><published>2006-05-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T04:45:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday, one of the days of the weekend, is usually spent at office. This day, was a very different day as I was listening to english songs. Its been ages since I listened to good english songs. The songs include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt - You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/MediaDetails.aspx?id=776909"&gt;http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/MediaDetails.aspx?id=776909&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Michael and Wham - Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://claire2112.castpost.com/227454.html"&gt;http://claire2112.castpost.com/227454.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay -Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yogi.castpost.com/118969.html"&gt;http://yogi.castpost.com/118969.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanscence-My immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueaircl.castpost.com/13651.html"&gt;http://blueaircl.castpost.com/13651.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celin Dion-My heart will go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://taazzieee.castpost.com/258629.html"&gt;http://taazzieee.castpost.com/258629.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: Click the link to view and listen to the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114812551360012875?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114812551360012875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114812551360012875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114812551360012875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114812551360012875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/05/saturday-one-of-days-of-weekend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114768669863872547</id><published>2006-05-15T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:51:38.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been to "Kishkintha" with my family members. Had fun. Was Go-Karting. And the feedback was "I am a rash driver". Shall soon upload the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to Saturday night party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, had been to "Chennai City Centre" with my mother. Spent some time in Landmark, and Lifestyle. Had Paneer spring roll, and Mango shake. Was watching the trailor of the movie "Vettaiyadu Vellaiyadu" on screen that is kept at the entrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114768669863872547?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114768669863872547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114768669863872547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114768669863872547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114768669863872547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-been-to-kishkintha-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114735540580538267</id><published>2006-05-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:50:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father's ceremony was on May 2nd. Performed the rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa expired on May 4th. My Mom's b'day was also on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing about Kavya Vishwnathan's plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voted for "Santhanagopalan" who is from "Lokparitran" party. Campaigning for him at home, and at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing about politics and political geography seriously. Watching CNN IBN, and NDTV news channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing about promises that parties made before coming to the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing the promises what I would do If I were to become a CM. The promises include the development of basic infrastructure facilities in the state, providing the basic needs to the people not Computer and Colour Television, and many more promises that would provide long term benefits to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got lot more practical and logical ideas to help develop the state. Hope I share these with people in near future by forming the own party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we call this "The Axe Effect" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114735540580538267?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114735540580538267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114735540580538267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114735540580538267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114735540580538267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-fathers-ceremony-was-on-may-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114586171582212547</id><published>2006-04-23T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:49:33.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Beta sweater pehno" type kid (Mama's boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ek ghav mein ek kisan rahu thathaa" hindi speaking Punjabi (North Indian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big time "Anjaneyar" and "Venkatachalapathy" bakth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks about his Bhabhi, his brother's kid (Vivan) , youngest cousin, second cousin, nephew, niece, uncle, aunt, grandparents, great grandparents, great great grandparents, mother, father etc etc... Big Family...very attached to his family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writes Computers not English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got U.S. visa for 10 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading towards Dublin, which is near north east African-European continent (sounds strange)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks about wavelength and says it had never matched with anyone before, but now it matches with you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a Learning Consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a Technobrat (big time brat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earns well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swims well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eats well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeps well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks well :) (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled his trip to kerala when I did not have dates in my calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes Ghajini movie all of a sudden despite being a north indian, who knows only Kamal Hasaan in the south and dont even know who M.S. Subulakshmi is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ek Mandhabuthi Balak" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew to Pune and came back to Chennai in the same speed and says that he loves Chennai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates chatting over phone and messengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to be realistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays "Unreal Tournament" non stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Table Tennis player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice chap to be with.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is none other than, my friend "Saurabh Kathuria" .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114586171582212547?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114586171582212547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114586171582212547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114586171582212547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114586171582212547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/04/beta-sweater-pehno-type-kid-mamas-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114554202212303000</id><published>2006-04-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:07:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/images-cakes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/images-cakes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is naughty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes 'Finding Nemo' movie a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is none other than my niece, SHREYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114554202212303000?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114554202212303000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114554202212303000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114554202212303000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114554202212303000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-she-is-naughty-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114535655283060436</id><published>2006-04-18T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:38:33.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just holidaying last weekend. Was swimming in the swimming pool. Floating on water. Drinking Mirinda. Taking sun bath. I just liked it.. Will soon paste the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much things to blog.. And as demands grow.. The topics that i have to blog on are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SudarMani-My next ad project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Holidays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My happiest moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for more posts..indha blog samma hot machiii....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114535655283060436?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114535655283060436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114535655283060436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114535655283060436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114535655283060436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-just-holidaying-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114405532944034056</id><published>2006-04-03T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:12:21.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Life</title><content type='html'>My personal life starts usually after 11pm when whole chennai sleeps. Such has become life. Last saturday I had been to my friends place at 11pm after my work, as she invited for the party. We had lots of fun especially like dancing to the songs of "Rang De Basanti". I especially like that "Rang De Basanti" and "Paathshala" songs in that movie. Good numbers to shake legs. Also I like listenintg to "Luka chuupi" song in that movie. After sometime, came home. Slept. And had to get ready for my work the next day (Sunday). Came to my office yesterday. Worked almost day and night and cancelled all the hang outs that have been planned by my friends. Got nicely from them as i always cancel my hang ouits with them . Usual complaints.. What to do they are not available after 11pm..Inspite of being tired after my work , I dont mind hanging around latenight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- a-days people started complaining abot me that I am repelling, not hanging around with them and always say work work..... What to do... I cant help.. I am what I am.. I always try to do justice to my work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got tired of running behind money. Now I want money to run behind me. Such will be my life from now on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114405532944034056?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114405532944034056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114405532944034056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114405532944034056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114405532944034056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-life.html' title='Night Life'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114380197504777502</id><published>2006-03-31T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:46:15.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Models !!</title><content type='html'>They are not new to the arclights. The ramps were their favourite arenas till some time back and the fashion industry is proud of them. Let us take a look at some of my all-time favourite models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trisha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her as a model and not as an actress. She had walked down the ramp and has good photogenic face. Kalyan, this part of the post is dedicated to you as you like Trisha a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/trisha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/trisha.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/trisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milind Soman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him as a model and not as an actor. He had walked down the ramp and has good photogenic face. He does not look plastic like other models. He walks with an attitude in the ramp. He carries himself well. He created a storm in the fashion world and became the first male supermodel from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/Milind_Soman_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/Milind_Soman_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114380197504777502?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114380197504777502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114380197504777502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114380197504777502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114380197504777502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/models.html' title='Models !!'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114370416062292590</id><published>2006-03-29T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:10:47.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail !</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i got a mail. This mail has not come from an unknown person. Opened the mail. It was a long mail with many paragraphs. Decided to read the mail though i am stuck with hectic work. Went ahead. The mail read like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have always repelled me when I tried to come close. And believe me, I tried starting 5.5 years back. I am tired of trying. And stopped trying long time ago. You have not been available, open to me, open to the relationship. You have shunned me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me look back. 5.5 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.5 years ago, I met this person. I met this absolutely ans stunningly brilliant person on earth. This person uses his brain to the extent that even Albert Einstein would not have done that. I started admiring this person for the reason that he is avery good person, good at heart, ignorant at times, hippocrite at times, selfish at times, and ofcourse brilliant always. I liked the way that person is. When we were studying, we were not vewry close, rather stuck to our studies and other extracurricular activities. Have participated in many things and we won many awards and brought accolades for our institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person likes me for the reason that I am very naughty, very sportive, happy go lucky person, does not listen to anyone, follow my own principles, very open minded, broad minded, straight forward, ofcourse for my brilliance .. (ha ha ha)...He liked me for what i am...He liked my principles, respected it and liked the way I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is such a person who always wants me to use my brains because he feels that i hardly use. Knows my potential and kicks me everytime to do well. Taught me many things in life .&lt;br /&gt;Also criticizes me for not knowing about our culture. I know manypeople telling me that i dont have family values and culture. But, to be frank , I hate putting a pseudo skin over me in the name of culture and family values. I know what culture is and family values and i know to treat people equally. And i am not like others who does many things for convenience in the name of culture and family values. All people are equal to me. And I respect everyone equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started sharing things, But at times we argued, we have fought, and I have teazed to the core, never knew the fact that person took seriously. But still, I was very comfortable in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years pass by, our interests were still on the track and I had my own life to lead and same with that person. But later understood that that person never understood me. That person have been telling that I dont open up much. Actually, I travelled a long way in life and I had own reaons for not opening up. It all happened without my knowledge. Believe me, it happened without my knowlege. I never knew that i started repelling from that person. All I know is that i was concentrating on the work and the things that passed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But still I was in touch and again without my knowledge as claimed by that person I started repelling. I dont know what happened.. Where I went wrong. I am unable to trace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the present year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the mail, many instances quoted, made me realize that I made a huge mistake inmy life. A huge huge mistake in life.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a position where i am not able to reply. Have asked for time but still I dont have words to reply.....but that person still remains a very good friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I blogged earlier, i would like to say again.. Relationship never lasts for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is a 2-way street not a one-way one, as claimed by that person in the mail. I should consider learning this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114370416062292590?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114370416062292590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114370416062292590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114370416062292590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114370416062292590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail !'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114343337082346371</id><published>2006-03-26T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:30:18.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commonwealth Games 2006</title><content type='html'>This game came to an end yesterday with India holding the 4th position in the medal tally list. It was an extravagant night yesterday at Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG).&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw the closing cremony at MCG in television. I was so astonished by the fact that there were around 84000 people thronged at MCG. Amazing band. When i was listening to a song "Hey now", I could feel that I am comfortably sitting inside a car, fully closed, driving alone a long distance on a snowy evening. Snowing outside a car, and sitting inside a car with acoustic ear plugs , with no sound , just listening to this song all alone. Nice song. I just like this.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the most awaited event on earth. Aishwarya performed, and then other bollywood stars performed and invited all the comonwealth countries for next common wealth games to be held at Delhi in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful promos, highly innavotive, and wowww love that ad for 2010 Delhi comon wealth games. Where Indians have brains.. highly creative. It was well done open marketing by India to lure people from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, saw other outstanding sportpersons like Milka Singh, P.T.Usha, Kapil Dev etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of the extravanganza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me write my thoughts about this game. As just like any other person, I enjoyed watching the show. I liked it. But cannot deny the fact that INDIA has done OPEN FLESH TRADE. India has completely side lined other important sportpersons mentioned above and gave much importance to Bollyword stars and other Miss world and Miss Universe. India used these people for Marketing and cultural attraction. India has used these people though these people are not the experts in this domain (games). But why this OPEN FLESH TRADE? Is this Fair? What is the diffference u see in OPEN FLESH TRADE and CLOSED FLESH TRADE? What I say is that if India say what it has done is correct in luring tourists all over the world for 2010 Delhi, then I would say, give equal rights to sex workers.  I am not arguing here what India has done is wrong or right.. I am also not to argue whether this is wrong or right. I would just say "TREAT PEOPLE EQUALLY". "GIVE RIGHTS AND FREEDOM TO EVERYONE EQUALLY".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114343337082346371?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114343337082346371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114343337082346371&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114343337082346371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114343337082346371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/commonwealth-games-2006.html' title='Commonwealth Games 2006'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114293496518218222</id><published>2006-03-21T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:01:14.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to a person, who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;reads other's minds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves reading books especially "Iraianbu's" (IAS officer) books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;encourages me to blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;develops contacts wherever he goes and has big network in U.S. and in India&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;computes well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tolerates even when the decibel goes above 300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is called "Ba' by his naughty daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;belongs to Nattanmai family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is none other than, my "Brother-in-Law".  Nattanmai theerpa maathu... ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday BIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114293496518218222?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114293496518218222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114293496518218222&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114293496518218222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114293496518218222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-post-is-dedicated-to-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114268302446756083</id><published>2006-03-18T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:13:30.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked in at 11:30am when i was asked to come at 9:30am. Thats Manikandan. Took my test at 11:45am at my own pace without any preparation. Again thats Manikandan. Here are the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.5 out of 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 out of 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 out of 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Manikandan. How is this.. But still awaiting a result for the test that I took for 4 hours 30 minutes.  The longest test i have ever taken in life..Lets see..I am not bothered anyway.. Thats Manikandan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114268302446756083?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114268302446756083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114268302446756083&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114268302446756083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114268302446756083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/walked-in-at-1130am-when-i-was-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114250871755134343</id><published>2006-03-16T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:34:02.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>970, 188, 12, and 5.....Wondering what these numbers could be? These are the unread mails that I have it in my yahoo, outlook, sify, and gmail inboxes. As there is an absolute dearth of time in life (pls dont ask whether u have time to blog??, that is the priority I give to this), I dont have enough time to go through the forwards or some of the mails sent by friends. I almost recieve 50 mails a day just in my outlook. And the rest in other inboxes, just mind boggling to count. I hardly read those mails because I give much prefernce to project related mails, which is almost 25 mails from the client, and each has trailing mails in it.&lt;br /&gt;When I come early in the morning (say 10:30am), I just get to see these numbers first in life and then proceed reading them. By the time I read trailing after trailing mails in just one mail, i am just dead enough to start my work.&lt;br /&gt;When about to leave office, dont know when, I usually write to people I feel like writing to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114250871755134343?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114250871755134343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114250871755134343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114250871755134343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114250871755134343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/970-188-12-and-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114241542318172593</id><published>2006-03-15T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:51:05.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/beach3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Bum... ha ha ha thats how my friends call me...Yesterday, I had been to Marina beach after a long time in life with my sister, her kid, and my mother. I enjoy to the core when i go to beach. I love to be in the sea shore most of the time enjoy watching the huge waves and taking bath in it. I had been to shore yesterday and enjoyed watching boats, yachts, and huge waves. I also took a plunge into the water. Then, played with my sister's kid in the sand like a kid. My childhood days traversed in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say beach, i am just reminded of playing with "frisbee" with friends, digging the sand and moulding it into a castle, and eating ice creams, sundals , and bajjis. But cannot deny the fact that I had been to beach for jogging, and cycling early in the morning. I also remember that once I went for jogging with my friend early in the morning for 10 days continously, and my friend use to come home after that for a cup of "BRU" coffee (hope he remembers it). From that time, he started loving BRU coffee, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the present world. Yesterday, I also saw a newly built skating arena in marina beach. Usually, I have seen people skate in the small lane adjacent to the platform that runs from one end to othe other end (I am not qualifying end as i dont know where it starts and where it ends). But people started skating in that arena and there is a space left to sit and watch that skate sport. I love skating, and love to learn soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all beaches, whether it is Maria, Bezant Nagar, ECR, Auroville, Miami, Florida, or the artificial beach in Japan. The above picture shows the artificial beach in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, walked down the road home and found the whole stretch of Dr. Radhakrishnan salai has been changed. Was wondering!! Then, saw a huge massive building constructed with so many many lights focusing it. Life style has been moved there, Landmark has been moved , and other shops have been moved, that place has multiplex theatres too, and huge car parking facilty. This place was well planned and constructed. Saw so many cars flying in and out of this building. Felt like walking inside one of the palaces in England. This placed looked like England unlike U.S., where you are zapped by "big" always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire stretch has changed, I could not identify the landmark that existed and helped me always take a turn in the exact place to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this place is nothing but "Chennai City Centre". This place is just 2 minutes walkable distance from my apartment. yahooooo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114241542318172593?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114241542318172593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114241542318172593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114241542318172593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114241542318172593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/beach-bum.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114179840257472119</id><published>2006-03-07T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T04:35:54.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passions ha ha ha. This word just making me laugh for no reason. I have always had passion for my life because till now I have lived my life to the fullest extent possible. I lived every moment of life, tried different things in life, and attained immense satisfaction at this stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I always aspired to be a "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;". Then , my interest started travelling towards fashion technology. I aspired to be a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Designer&lt;/span&gt;" and a "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Model&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I won many prizes in drawing and painting competitions, I always wanted to become an "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Artist&lt;/span&gt;". Infact I even thought of exhibiting my drawings and paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do write poems and I thought of becoming a "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Poet&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as i grow older and older, my interest shifted towards arts, history, and geography. And I aspired to be a "&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Archeaologist&lt;/span&gt;". When I felt that I am good at Economics, I felt that I should become a "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Economist&lt;/span&gt;" one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, wanted to be a "&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;News Reader&lt;/span&gt;" in BBC. And become a world renowned "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Journalist&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learnt classical music, I always aspired to be a great "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;musician&lt;/span&gt;". When I am good in dancing to some extent, felt that I should become a good "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dancer&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these , I aspired to be a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;" once again or to be a "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Scientist&lt;/span&gt;" in the field of Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed. I started trying different things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;businessman&lt;/span&gt;, managing the "Medical Shop". I learned in and out of the medicines and doing justice to it by not commercialising. Have helped people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SUN TV for an audition test for news reading. I faced the tele prompter , and the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to "Little Theatre" for an audition as I always love theatre groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I aspired to be an "&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;IAS officer&lt;/span&gt;", worked hard and took my UPSC exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, took a plunge into advertising, which is a creative field on earth, and I always loved it. When I tried that, I became an "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Instructional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Designer&lt;/span&gt;" for technical projects. And I featured in a "Deccan Chronicle" advertisement as a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Model&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, would like to spread my wings and become a "&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;globe trotter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; and then become a "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;world renowned personality&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the true colours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those were my interests, and aspirations, which I would like to accomplish in near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost accomplished few things listed above, but still miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114179840257472119?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114179840257472119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114179840257472119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114179840257472119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114179840257472119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/rang-de-basanti-passions-ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114137986611622219</id><published>2006-03-03T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T02:08:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/oscar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/oscar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the OSCAR is on , I started following it up in TV especially BBC, and news from other sources. Last night I watched Talking movies. I saw the trailers of the movies listed in oscar nominations list. The movies include-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Crash"&lt;/span&gt; by Paul Haggis-For two days in Los Angeles, a racially and economically diverse group of people pursue lives that collide with one another in unexpected ways. These interactions are always interesting, and sometimes quite unsettling. The film explores and challenges your ability to judge books by their covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Capote"&lt;/span&gt; by Bennett Miller- In 1959, Truman Capote, a popular writer for The New Yorker, learns about the horrific and senseless murder of a family of four in Halcomb, Kansas. Inspired by the story material, Capote and his partner, Harper Lee, travel to the town to research for an article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Good Night, and Good Luck"&lt;/span&gt; by George Clooney- The charming actor turned director has directed this movie well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Brokeback Mountain"&lt;/span&gt; by Ang lee- nominated for 8 oscars, well taken, well shot, well picturised , protratyed the characters well, well enacted, and different story line and concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Munich"&lt;/span&gt; by Steven Spielberg- Steven being a best known and one of the wealthiest filmmakers in the world has directed this movie well, which is a path breaking movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Pride and Prejudice"&lt;/span&gt;- well taken this time when compared to the old one, the recording is different as said by my friend and the characters are protrayed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these movies, there are many other movies such as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Transamerica&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A history of Violence&lt;/span&gt; have been nominated under different categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is just tip of an iceberg. The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep our fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114137986611622219?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114137986611622219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114137986611622219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114137986611622219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114137986611622219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/talking-movies.html' title='Talking movies'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114130315131412197</id><published>2006-03-02T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T04:40:19.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In(credible) India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/taj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful monument , which i have never seen in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114130315131412197?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114130315131412197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114130315131412197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114130315131412197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114130315131412197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/incredible-india.html' title='In(credible) India'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114122145479957324</id><published>2006-03-01T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:57:34.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa$$w0rd</title><content type='html'>I had to check something for my friend in my mail, so I had to open up my mail box in front of him. I typed my user name, and then pressed the TAB key, and started typing my password.. My friend bursted out with laughter. he laughed , laughed and I did not understand te reason , i just turned towards him without seeing my screen. He asked me to look into the screen.. I was shocked to see my password in the user name box.. Oh god, i did not realize that i didnot press the TAB key properly. What a shame.. My friend came o know my password.. Actually there is nothing so secret about it as most of the people know it as i dont have anythig under wraps in my life. But still, I decided to change my password , which is a toughest job on earth as i have to change it globally....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114122145479957324?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114122145479957324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114122145479957324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114122145479957324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114122145479957324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/03/paw0rd.html' title='Pa$$w0rd'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114101883517478096</id><published>2006-02-26T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:17:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend mishap</title><content type='html'>The pleasure of planning inside the bathroom while flushing especially on weekend is amazing . My friends planned to go to Silver sand resort and Miami beach on ECR . Lot of shuffling between the phones happened.. It did even reach the bathroom.. that is the height of technology and communication. I nodded my head, and prepared to go ahead with that. Sooner, the whole plan came to an end and just got messed up. Then thought we would go to SPARKS, thats being a saturday night, said no, my friend , the reason she gave was it would be over crowded ..&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled that too.. Then, she invited to her place, decided to go finally, preparing for it...its a guy thing to dress like a jack out of the band box when going out especially when opposite sex invites you somewherelse.&lt;br /&gt;Took bath, when about to dress, got a message "Something is up, got to go, sorry guys, we shall have it someother day". Informed others, finally, decided to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I tried to switch off the television with my cell phone. That is the height of stupidity and technology, there were just too much of electronic devices around me-cellphone, TV remote, DVD remote, so many DVDs, and other chords including mobile charger, which I hardly use (big time lazy goose to charge my mobile, I always run out of charge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Sunday), my college mates have planned to meet.. Decided to mee them at Spencers.. most of the people have come from B'lore. I reached Spencer sharp at 2pm. Was waiting for them for a long time.. When waiting I decided to roam around all alone, which i like it, I was carring mobile, camera, thats too much of electronic devices on my hand.. felt very uncomfortable, I hate to carry such things, but no other go.. I had to walk around Spencer with those devices and Ice cream all alone. I almost went around twice, my colege mates did turn up.. Went to Landmark...looking out for some book called "SLR for Dummies", i think the name is right, but just trying to get it. I could not find.. Then looked at Jack Welsch book on sucess, flipped some pages , and moved to Music world, just listening to remix of Titanic music.. too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast, my friends came..meeting them after 2 years..All of them have changed.....Some have put weight, and some remained the same.. Some became big time heps, speaking English in different accent, which i am unble to grasp or get it.. I forgot English completely..Some started smoking every hour..But felt uncomfortable in the begining as the wavelength has gone off completely and did not match..&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to SUBWAY, had a footlong and cold coffee, we shared as the footlong is too big for me to finish, took photographs.. (I missed my best buddy on earth-Ashok Sekhar, on this occassion, my wavelength matches well with him. Let me say this part of the blog is dedicated to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends got some perfumes, hair spray at spencers.. mmm....at spencers, note it..Then, had a great time with them and came to my sister's place after a month.. spent time there and came home with a terrible headache as chennai is becoming very hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tough time with mosquito bites, had a sleepless night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114101883517478096?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114101883517478096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114101883517478096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114101883517478096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114101883517478096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-mishap.html' title='Weekend mishap'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114077144602335305</id><published>2006-02-24T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:57:26.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shamelessly modest... When speaking to my friend after a long time, i thought of asking "did u remember Jan 9th?" but modesty prevented me in asking this question, but after a while, I had to ask no other go, such is life right..I asked "did u remember January 9th?" there came the reply.."yeah, I forgot, Infact I forgot that there is something that's called Jan 9th  existed".&lt;br /&gt;This made me indulge in silence with no disappointments as I expected this answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to be modest , but could not , Modesty and Mani are miles apart......ha ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114077144602335305?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114077144602335305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114077144602335305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114077144602335305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114077144602335305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/shamelessly-modest.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114076484422555153</id><published>2006-02-23T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:07:24.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Check-up</title><content type='html'>After speaking to my friend over phone for more than an hour ( did not realize that time just flew away), I came to my work place. I found that there was a dental check-up campaign. I underwent a dental check-up and the dentist said you have very good oral hygiene, and gave me 12 out of 12 .  She asked me the secret of this shinning white teeth. Just smiled and said "COLGATE" (dont think that I am a brand ambassador, who is marketing this tooth paste throug this blog.) Well, may be in future I will be a brand ambassador, who knows.. let future speak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I should thank my father for helping me to have a good oral hygiene. Right from my childhood days, he ensures that I gaugle my mouth after eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even after eating chocolates.. He forced me to do this , and I developed this habit of gaugling after eating even a chocolate if not brushing twice  a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the poem I learnt in my school about visiting a dentist, which is a viscious circle... mmm.. Those were the days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114076484422555153?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114076484422555153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114076484422555153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114076484422555153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114076484422555153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/dental-check-up.html' title='Dental Check-up'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114068743606357923</id><published>2006-02-23T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T03:37:25.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the heart opens, the mind closes....</title><content type='html'>There are these moments in life too-when u feel there is something wrong in the relationship that you have with people, when u realize there is something that holds you back from the relationship, and when u understand that when the heart opens, the mind closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the mind to open my heart and speak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is like a feeble glass, once broken, cannot be made again. My relationship with people has always been a nightmare……truly… since my inception into this world, I have not maintained a long-term relationship with anyone on earth.&lt;br /&gt;People come very close to me as years pass by and I move closer, but at some point of time, when the relationship gets saturated, it just moves apart maintaining a long distance, but still in touch.&lt;br /&gt;This distance grows as years pass by. . and I end up meeting new people, new world, and the whole aura continues to prove the fact that you will always get better people in life. After all people should change with a change otherwise we will be like dry leaves on a ….(sorry, I forgot the line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing about this when someone, yesterday, at my work place, told straight to my face that “you have lot of ‘Ego’ in you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This became the answer for the moments that I had in my life. Ego at times is within you without your knowledge. Small issues might get bloated because of this “Ego”. You might think there is no ego in you, but it is not the same case for the person from other end. Your behavior might make others feel that you have big time ego in you. This could be one of the reasons without your knowledge for the relationship to saturate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationship- I mean my family and friends, and in general....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I decided to open the mind by closing my heart forever in life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, may be once in 500 years, comes a man who changes the world. Stops the motor. Re-engineers life. Makes us think, cry, and live. Lights our ways or houses. I seek to be such a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114068743606357923?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114068743606357923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114068743606357923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114068743606357923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114068743606357923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-heart-opens-mind-closes.html' title='When the heart opens, the mind closes....'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114044384919235328</id><published>2006-02-20T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:29:32.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/DSCN0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/DSCN0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last Christmas"-George Michael, absolutely stunning and beautiful song. I am just&lt;br /&gt;listening to this song, which reminds me of things that happened last chrishmas-Dec 05.&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas, I met my people-my friends including friends from U.S., and my entire family after 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;Last Dec, I had been to Snow Field with my friends to have sundaes. Can't forget this as it always remains sweet memories. Then, went to the movie "Majja" and had a great laugh with a terrible headache. And then I had been to tirupathi, which was an adventurous journey, and enjoyed to the fullest in my life. I liked that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, neither they got time nor I got it to go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People come into our lives for a reason, or a season, or for a life&lt;br /&gt;time." This is true and I always believe this.. So, I embrace them all&lt;br /&gt;equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once again went to Tirupathi with my sister and my brother in law ,&lt;br /&gt;had a great time with them.. Then went to Pondicherry with my family...&lt;br /&gt;and had a great time too..&lt;br /&gt;December has gone.. the next year came with lots of happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jan 8th exactly at 12 midnight, my sister gave a surprise by litting candles on a cake. It was a terrible surprise I had on earth. The surprise is that I carried the cake and roamed all over chennai without knowing the fact it is meant for me.. Then, i cut a cake after a long&lt;br /&gt;time in my life.. The next day, came to my work place where my colleagues gave me a&lt;br /&gt;surprise by presenting me a t-shirt.. nice colour..great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole January went in a jiffy-spending time with my sisters ,&lt;br /&gt;roaming around Nungambakkam, almost everywhere in chennai including the&lt;br /&gt;shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my another sister gave birth to twin angels.. great and very beautiful they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, we went to the schools we studied.... the place we walked,&lt;br /&gt;talked, spent time together including places like Hot breads.. Spencer's&lt;br /&gt;..hotels... etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People come into our lives for a reason, or a season or for a life&lt;br /&gt;time." This is true and I always believe this.. So, I embrace them all&lt;br /&gt;equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ends "The Autograph".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114044384919235328?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114044384919235328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114044384919235328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114044384919235328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114044384919235328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114041431834834661</id><published>2006-02-19T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:48:58.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Reception</title><content type='html'>So many invitations, so many many invitations are pouring in and filling up my desk at my work place. But where to go is a big Question mark.. Very difficult to choose and give priorties among people i am close with. One is getting married and the other has baby shower functions at home... And some more people have given invitations at home too to my mother... Was really wondering where to go...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exhaustive saturday at my work place till 3am (next day, sunday), I am too tired to choose a place and go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly I chose a place and finally my mother and I went to my brother-in-law's cousin wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wedding reception is always fun . You can always have gala time there, meeting so many people, dancing to the songs , and having good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my part in that wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was too tired.. I wore a Kurtha with a Corduroy pant. Cant imagine this combination, but believe me it went well together and I could carry myself well.. To cover the tiredness in my face, I am forced to splash my dashing smile.. With this I entered a wedding reception hall.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I entered, I could see the camera going click click click and the bright yellow light from the video cam focussing me. Ha ha ha ... this reminds of facing the camera when having my shooting.. Ha.. not again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered, people over there just asked about my hoarding all over chennai.. I really got fed up answering so many people about this.. I just smiled and entered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then invited for a good dinner.. Had good food, which ended with a desert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came an interesting part, people started dancing to the songs sang by the professional singers . "appadi podu", "kumbida pona devam", and many other fast dancing numbers.&lt;br /&gt;People were asking me to dance, I refused , they even asked my sister "whether your brother will dance", she sighed me and I said " No guys I dance only in the dance floor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry , I will not dance in public, I dance only in the dance floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enjoyed watching the dance. Finally, came back home at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114041431834834661?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114041431834834661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114041431834834661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114041431834834661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114041431834834661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/wedding-reception.html' title='Wedding Reception'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114024051110771917</id><published>2006-02-17T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:31:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The excerpt " Do you know my age? Yes 24. Have been waiting for this for such long years. Now, can't wait for a second." written in the last post is taken from the beautiful and fantastic police-love story movie...guess what? , it is "Khakka Khakka".. I saw this movie yesterday for the first time in my life. Well taken. Have not seen any movie like this before especially when it comes to cops story. It is taken very differently and both Surya and Jyothika have done justice to their roles. Just got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to songs like "Jaane Kyon" from "Dil Chatha Hai" make me write movie reviews for such movies too, which is also a very different movie.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite movies are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaipayuthey&lt;br /&gt;Minnale&lt;br /&gt;KhakhaKhakha&lt;br /&gt;Ghajini&lt;br /&gt;Hey ne Romba Azhga Irruka (Vivek's comedy)&lt;br /&gt;Kalki&lt;br /&gt;Aval oru Thodar Kathai&lt;br /&gt;Arengretram&lt;br /&gt;Aval apadithaan&lt;br /&gt;Aboorva Raggangal&lt;br /&gt;Mauna Ragam&lt;br /&gt;Anbe Sivam&lt;br /&gt;Kannathil Muthammital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDLJ&lt;br /&gt;Hum Apke Hain Kaun&lt;br /&gt;Dil tho pagal hai&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Dil chatha Hai&lt;br /&gt;Rangeela&lt;br /&gt;Rang de basanti&lt;br /&gt;Chupke Chupke (old one starring Amitabh, Jayabadhuri,Dharmendra, Sharmila Tagore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitr my friend&lt;br /&gt;Inscrutable Americans&lt;br /&gt;East is East&lt;br /&gt;Page 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English movies have been my alltime favourite . I love watching romantic comedies and some action packed movies like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;legally blonde&lt;br /&gt;My best friend's wedding&lt;br /&gt;one fine day&lt;br /&gt;Speed&lt;br /&gt;terminator&lt;br /&gt;Baby's day out&lt;br /&gt;Home alone&lt;br /&gt;American beauty&lt;br /&gt;American Pie&lt;br /&gt;Titanic&lt;br /&gt;You've got mail&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;Spider man 2&lt;br /&gt;Super man&lt;br /&gt;Batman&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter-part 1, 2, 3, and 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any martial art and melodrama movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malyalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manichithrathazhu&lt;br /&gt;Higher the great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen some french movies too though i can understand french to some extent as i have&lt;br /&gt;self-learnt it. They are very realistic. I came to see french movies when I went to Allianz&lt;br /&gt;Francais with my friend for a french film festival. Very different experience.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also seen Satyajith Ray's films like Pathar Panchali. His movies are classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see What other upcoming movies get added to this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114024051110771917?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114024051110771917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114024051110771917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114024051110771917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114024051110771917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/excerpt-do-you-know-my-age-yes-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-114015757215211618</id><published>2006-02-16T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:42:23.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do u know my age? Yes, 24. Have been waiting for this for such long years. Now, can't wait for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall soon write about "this" in my next post, till then, keep guessing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-114015757215211618?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/114015757215211618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=114015757215211618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114015757215211618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/114015757215211618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-u-know-my-age-yes-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-112176441446204816</id><published>2005-07-19T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:13:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>I recently took up an online IQ Test  and here goes the feedback.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results. Like Plato, your mind's strengths allow you to think ahead of the game — to imagine or anticipate what should come next in just about any situation. Because you're equally skilled in the numerical and verbal universes of the brain, you can draw from multiple sources of information to come up with great ideas."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-112176441446204816?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/112176441446204816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=112176441446204816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/112176441446204816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/112176441446204816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/07/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-112108251292491773</id><published>2005-07-11T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T04:27:27.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhajagovindham......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/MS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/320/MSSubbulakshmi2.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to her soulful and mellifluous voice . I am searching for best words to describe her but the search seems to be never ending.. All I can say is that M.S. has flown into eternity, but the precious legacy of her songs that sang in multiple languages will remain immortal. Her magical, mesmerising vocal chords that flowed like liquid gold capturing the hearts, senses and minds of millions of admirers through an amazing time span has finally been stilled.&lt;br /&gt;It is given only to a chosen few to leave indelible, impressive imprints in the verdant spheres of any art form.&lt;br /&gt;Her art transcends the sense and enters the sacred sphere of light. Her voice traversed many decades without any generation gap atleast in this art form.  The lamp that she lighted  before the start of her concert did not create any magic but her voice created magic by illuminating the lives of many underpreviliged people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-112108251292491773?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/112108251292491773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=112108251292491773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/112108251292491773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/112108251292491773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/07/bhajagovindham.html' title='Bhajagovindham......'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-112082197562580744</id><published>2005-07-08T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T04:26:15.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Reap what we Sow ??  Are u thinking ??</title><content type='html'>I Hope this catches U the way it caught me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the many perversions and jokes we send along to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This joke today is not intended to be a joke, it's not intended to be funny, it's intended to get you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prominent American was interviewed on the Early Show and the interviewer asked them, "How could God let something like this happen?" (Regarding the attacks on September 11)&lt;br /&gt;They gave an extremely profound and insightful response. (edited to encompass all religions and  general tenets of personal behaviour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I believe any God would be deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been taking the basic teachings out of our schools, out of our government and out of our lives. And by doing so have forced those basic rules of life out of our lives. How can we expect anyone to respect anyone else if they don’t know why they should do so?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc, I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school... the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave. The school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued (there's a big difference between disciplining, touching, beating, smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave. The school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued (there's a big difference between disciplining, touching, beating, smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave. The school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued (there's a big difference between disciplining, touching, beating, smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want, and they won't even have to tell their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they want so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to tell their parents they got them at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs. Agreeing with them, we said it doesn't matter to me what anyone, including the President, does in private as long as I have a job and the economy is good.Then someone said let's print magazines with pictures of nude women and call it wholesome, down-to-earth appreciation for the beauty of the female body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then someone else took that appreciation a step further and published pictures of nude children and then further again by making them available on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we said OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're entitled to free speech.Then the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that promote profanity, violence, and illicit sex. Let's record music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and occultish themes. And we said it's just entertainment, it has no adverse effect, nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead.Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash age old teachings whether they be based on a Godhead or not and then wonder why the world has become so unsafe, unstable and seemingly out of control. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what our religious teachers of all faiths have taught us for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding religion, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of religious beliefs is suppressed in schools and the work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what we think of ourselves.Or, if you like, what GOD thinks of us.Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... No one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want  to comment on this excerpt coz i am still thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-112082197562580744?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/112082197562580744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=112082197562580744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/112082197562580744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/112082197562580744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-reap-what-we-sow-are-u-thinking.html' title='We Reap what we Sow ??  Are u thinking ??'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111952221289386316</id><published>2005-06-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T03:23:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desh raga.......is a never ending saga...</title><content type='html'>classical songs- never ending saga in each and everyone's life.  Last sunday,  there was a tug of war between me and my friend in  Desh ragam...we were literally fighting to find the ragam for this particular song....... when i started singing this song.. I initially took the shruthi wrongly.. i went out with more base voice than taking high pitch.. But later i corrected myself.. andwent on which was very difficult for me to carry on and finish... but managed to finish it without any hassle.......&lt;br /&gt;Then lot of comments were pouring in from people surrounding me who are really experts in classical songs.&lt;br /&gt;then came whether this  is desh ragam or not........ I said it is desh ragam with doubts , but most of the people denied it.........thought of running away from that place cozzzz i thought i was wrong  in front of the experts......&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad and decided not to sing infront of everyone and better be a bathroom singer.&lt;br /&gt;then after a long wait ,  i came to knowt they all just tested me how strong i am in this field or i am stepping back or not from my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should better be in a place where i am really comfortable... but one thing for sure i should never ever step back from  a decision  i take . And i have never done that in my life. Once it is taken , it is taken .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111952221289386316?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111952221289386316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111952221289386316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111952221289386316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111952221289386316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/desh-ragais-never-ending-saga.html' title='desh raga.......is a never ending saga...'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111951779662274336</id><published>2005-06-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T02:09:56.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onion</title><content type='html'>I hear people see Anniyan and cry for more than 3 hours. Wondered why?  and everyone look lugubrious ?&lt;br /&gt;Then came to know its a goof up. they have almost grinded the same thingtima and again like inthe movie Indian. Moreover the screenplay is very bad as each and every scene remains a stand out, no way related to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont why shankar has done this.......and more tell aboutr heroine Sada. she looks very  saadha in the movie, i mean  Sadha  sadhanamaa irruka......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram as usual  did some justice to his role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all about Onion oops sorry Anniyan........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111951779662274336?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111951779662274336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111951779662274336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111951779662274336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111951779662274336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/onion.html' title='Onion'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111935073675554457</id><published>2005-06-21T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T03:45:36.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooops got the mobile......</title><content type='html'>it rained yesterday, nice weather, i was walking down the road to get in to the showroom to get a mobile. i walkd a long way.. reached the place , went into the shop.....looking out for mobile ..... it could be either nokia or motorola.. the person there assissted me  and made me buy the mobile.......  he started speaking in hindi.... when i started speaking in english , he continued to do so but i thought i would speak n tamil. and started. he said oh sorry sir i thought u are a north indian.... he is another guy may be 100th guy to tage me as north indian. .he really went telloing about the features and many things like recharging, activation etc etc .. I looked blank as everything look like greek and latin and went above my head. i did not undrstand a single thing.. so i stopped him and asked many ?s. herally got fed up and asked sir can  u give your card. i gave , he packed a mobile and said bye. i came and 100 ?s came to my mind which i really wanted to ask and did  not ask..&lt;br /&gt;Came to my work place called them up and asked the ? that i really wanted to ask....... good that lady answered me with lots of patience...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111935073675554457?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111935073675554457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111935073675554457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111935073675554457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111935073675554457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/oooops-got-mobile.html' title='oooops got the mobile......'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111926358637578000</id><published>2005-06-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T03:33:06.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ganges and Parineeta</title><content type='html'>It is  my colleague's  b'day today............ she treated us in THE GANGES, nungambakkam. had a very good lunch .......... then came to my work place to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard about the movie Parineeta.... read the review online.......seems to be very good........let me watch that movie sometime later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111926358637578000?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111926358637578000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111926358637578000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111926358637578000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111926358637578000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ganges-and-parineeta.html' title='The Ganges and Parineeta'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111898850979012753</id><published>2005-06-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:12:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long long last night........one night stand ???</title><content type='html'>last night it started off at 10pm ......it goes like this... how are u???? yep, i am fine.............. how about life there.......not so odd....all these talks were going on and on and on...........all these should end before taking a big plunge....i wished though......but everything went topsyturvy.........it went off transfering the knowledge and cherishing old memories....................then seeing photos...............commenting on the size, shape, pingggggggg... censored........sorry not for others......... please dont expect me to share other things. i mean other things........&lt;br /&gt;It finally ended at 12 midnight............ went for a walk.......reached the place and took a final plunge into the BED.. and had the real fun with twists and turns , and ups and downs. .......... cannot forget that tiring night .......last night...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous posts which i wrote about the feeling i underwent brought me the real thunderbolt from everyone.Is that the old crush u r writing about came harshly from one end..........then it came from the other end old crushs die hard.. pat came from far end of the place .. did u......... do it ????...... and they were fighting with me for unknown reasons.........I stopped. and blasted and do u think i had told the real reason for that ...... nope ..... i just blushed and cooked up something and went off..........but the moment they read this , i am dead again.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post you what happened to two unexpected and realtime situations....... Is there any connections ???&lt;br /&gt;keep guessing......shall come soon with good one like this. Is it all about another one night stand????? these things might be disheartening to many...... but what to do?? shall soon come up with a bang.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111898850979012753?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111898850979012753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111898850979012753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111898850979012753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111898850979012753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-long-last-nightone-night-stand.html' title='long long last night........one night stand ???'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111901454305380016</id><published>2005-06-17T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:22:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>this Aol and sify buzz buzzed me today morning.........mu system justgot hanged for some time and after all sorts of work, everything got restored.........mmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111901454305380016?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111901454305380016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111901454305380016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111901454305380016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111901454305380016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/buzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Buzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111891160717798850</id><published>2005-06-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T04:07:52.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Person</title><content type='html'>Today, my friend came towards me and asked to check her blog. I immediately typed the address and opened infront of her. I thought it would be interesting to read her blog, but as i went on with 2 lines , i just closed the entire stuff..........pat came the reply why did u close down. I said this seems to be very personal blog and i dont want to read your personal stories. She stood beside and insisted me to continue reading her blog.. no other go.. i just continued reading .........it was all about breakups with her boy friend,rejuvenating the relationship and once again breakup.........its never ending.......&lt;br /&gt;later, she asked me to comment about her blog.........I said when my situation is even more worse than you here, how do you expect me to comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation i meant is my laborious work and please dont think of anythingelse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just one advice  i gave her....... " There is always a &lt;strong&gt;BETTER  PERSON&lt;/strong&gt;  you will get in life in future or at anytime even if u break up with him.... so i asked her not to worry  coz we need to spread our wings......at that time we might come across many people and run into healthy loveable relationship.........and at that  time u will think this person is better than him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i shall soon write about lovelife and breakups for which i need to gain experience first.... because i have been a carefree but clean slate person so far............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111891160717798850?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111891160717798850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111891160717798850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111891160717798850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111891160717798850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/better-person.html' title='Better Person'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111883639441862859</id><published>2005-06-15T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T04:53:14.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning Japanese</title><content type='html'>I started learning japanese from my colleague. she has learnt this japanese language from &lt;strong&gt;ABK-AOTS DOSAKAI.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This language has 46 alphabet that includes characters taken from chinese and korean languages.&lt;br /&gt;it is pretty interesting to learn , here are some excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;Genki desuka? --are u well?&lt;br /&gt;Hai, genki desu---- yes, I am well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... interesting but when it comes to writing , it is pretty hectic and can't imagine....&lt;br /&gt;I am also brushing up my french knowledge which i have self-learnt long time back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, now i know 5 languages.................. yahoooooooooo!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111883639441862859?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111883639441862859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111883639441862859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111883639441862859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111883639441862859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/learning-japanese.html' title='learning Japanese'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111882975680564576</id><published>2005-06-15T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:02:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping by people on a breezy evening--- by Manikandan and not Robert frost</title><content type='html'>It was a feeling of hundred butterflies flapping their wings inside my heart and stomach. I felt almost drenched in the heavy downpour of love. It was  like  a deja vu....Did this feeling last for a long time ???  what made me to feel ???  It has to do something with rowing or whom did i meet last evening?? keep guessing... rest in next post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god i should also write something onthe controversial topic which i discussed earlier right?? shall do that first or continue this post??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihis is another interesting competition i came across.....rowing... planned to participate in a rowing competition for which i have to practise in Boat Club, Adayar..daily from morning 6 to 8:30 am. oh my god i have to get up  early in the morning.. let me think about participating then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111882975680564576?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111882975680564576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111882975680564576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111882975680564576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111882975680564576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/stopping-by-people-on-breezy-evening.html' title='Stopping by people on a breezy evening--- by Manikandan and not Robert frost'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111875254647194433</id><published>2005-06-14T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T05:35:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm.. lets see what my sun sign says about me....</title><content type='html'>Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is difficult to prise you out of your work ethic, but take time to traverse this room. Capricorn Ruled by Saturn. A Feminine Negative Cardinal Earth Sign Polar or Opposite sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;Color: Dark brown, black and grey    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a self-made brick wall around you. You are a bundle of contradictions. You are laidback, but can be fiercely ambitious when required to be. You experience a reverse ageing process. You are as serious as an owl in your youth, but you relax gradually as you mature. You are reverent about family ties. You take time to fall in love, as you look for a secure relationship. Financial security comes first to you.&lt;br /&gt;You suffer because you detest mushy, romantic declarations of love. But once you are guided and tutored in the fine act of love, you become the companion everyone envies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love sign is Aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often traditional, somewhat reserved and usually cautious. You take some time to size up the stakes in the game of love. You know what you want, and once you fix your eyes on the prize, you will work hard to get it. You are a winner and often attract the same. Focused as you are on appearances, you are likely to lure an attractive lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the 'us' thing is concerned, you keep the ground rules pretty simple: Those with money, power and the trappings of success should step up to the plate. You will work hard at taking a union with the right person to newer heights. If your lover can throw in a dash of excitement, all the better. A bit of solidity, along with excitement and passion, is just the right mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must Know the rules when dealing with Capricorn What you should do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Understand that between you and work, the Capricorn devotion to duty wins hands down.&lt;br /&gt;· Wait for a commitment. If the Capricorn is sure of the relationship, he is yours for life.&lt;br /&gt;· Surprise your Capricorn from time to time. Little gifts are all it takes to have the Goat committed to you for life.&lt;br /&gt;· Make promises you can keep.&lt;br /&gt;· Spend some time on personal grooming. The Capricorn appreciates good taste.&lt;br /&gt;What you should not do:&lt;br /&gt;· Don't ever embarrass the Goat in public. Capricorn has a strong sense of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;· Have a hold on your purse strings all the time. The Capricorn is appreciative of people who can save.&lt;br /&gt;· Don't go back on your word, ever.&lt;br /&gt;· Don't blame your Capricorn for being wedded to his job. That is how it will be.&lt;br /&gt;· Don't accuse your Capricorn of being stuffy. It will take him a while to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful you&lt;br /&gt;You have charted a long way to the top, and would not want a few strokes of the brush to distract your progress. But your beauty lies in your quick thinking power, and your ability to think well. And yes, people do find your cool-as-cucumber façade irresistible!&lt;br /&gt;But this does not mean that you let your chipped nails be. A strict health regimen comes naturally to you, and that is the secret of your slim waist! And yes, you achieve all this with élan! Confidence is your greatest weapon, and your poise makes all make-up redundant.&lt;br /&gt;You have an eye for detail, and this helps you weed out passing fads from the ones that stay. Your elegance also shows in the confident and purposeful way you carry yourself. Just remember to draw attention to your graceful neck. Warm, earthy scents suit you, as do dark, rich colors like plum, burgundy and red.&lt;br /&gt;Power is essential to you, and you glow when you have it. Your beauty comes from your resourcefulness and your ambition towards high-quality living.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Gem&lt;br /&gt;This blue sapphire promises you all the luck you could wish for. You could soon be in for a lot of money, so better brush up on your financial skills!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number&lt;br /&gt;Number 18 is your secret weapon for the week!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Color&lt;br /&gt;Wear peacock blue for luck!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Day&lt;br /&gt;Watch things falling into place perfectly on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Careers and you&lt;br /&gt;Practical and conservative, you enjoy working hard and getting things done, and your patience helps you persevere where others might give up. You enjoy being a leader, since it gives you a measure of control, which is soothing to you. You are image conscious and are likely to insist that co-workers look as respectable as you do. You are highly organised, so being on your team is a study in cool efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn Career Guide&lt;br /&gt;Here are some occupations that a Capricorn might consider:&lt;br /&gt;Administrator CEO Coach Commissioner Economist Governor Industrialist Leader Manager Mountain climber Office manager Official Operations manager Organizer President Professional Programmer Proprietor&lt;br /&gt;Money and you&lt;br /&gt;You are always disciplined and focused. You work hard for your money and enjoy the benefits. It's your temperament that makes you follow a slow and steady climb up the mountain. You expect things to be tough since you tend toward pessimism. In the end, however, it's exactly what will spur you on, because you do want to get to the top of that mountain in the worst way. You are among the shrewdest people at making and keeping money. Money gives you a feeling of strength and accomplishment and a delicious sense that you have arrived. You do not get carried away by get-rich-quick schemes. You also need to have a nest egg set aside for a rainy day, thanks to that lingering sense of gloom. Managing money comes so easily to you that you could keep accounts in your head. Once you set your mind to making money, no one will work harder than you toward that end. And you will probably make it to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt; : when i checked  someone's  sun sign, i found that their love sign is  &lt;strong&gt;Capricorn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111875254647194433?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111875254647194433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111875254647194433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111875254647194433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111875254647194433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/mmmm-lets-see-what-my-sun-sign-says.html' title='mmmm.. lets see what my sun sign says about me....'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111875179925700964</id><published>2005-06-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T05:23:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IIFA awards</title><content type='html'>mm. just fascinated by seeing this website especially my girl friends photos while i was working when my  friend forwarded telling that here goes ur girl friend's photos... just see this website and guess who are my girl friends i am talking about... the answer comes in the next blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sify.com/imagegallery/gallery/index.php?hcategory=13709686&amp;hgallery=13871578&amp;amp;sort_idx"&gt;http://sify.com/imagegallery/gallery/index.php?hcategory=13709686&amp;hgallery=13871578&amp;amp;sort_idx&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111875179925700964?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111875179925700964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111875179925700964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111875179925700964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111875179925700964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/iifa-awards.html' title='IIFA awards'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111865194192339371</id><published>2005-06-13T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:39:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just amazing.....</title><content type='html'>see this girl's website .. absolutely fantastic ,marvellous, the way she blogs , i mean the way she write is very wonderful...amazing, i dont have words to write..when it hink of my blog .. it is pathetic and dangling in front of her blog.. i think i should better stop blogging...let me be a good reader instead of a writer.......just see this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.sify.com/blog_display.php?s=1&amp;blogid=868&amp;amp;pid=2542#4950"&gt;http://blogs.sify.com/blog_display.php?s=1&amp;blogid=868&amp;amp;pid=2542#4950&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111865194192339371?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111865194192339371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111865194192339371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111865194192339371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111865194192339371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-amazing.html' title='just amazing.....'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111865160379811771</id><published>2005-06-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:33:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend and good site</title><content type='html'>family, friends,  sister's kids,  concert,  singing,  sleeping....its all about last weekend..friends from bangalore started cribbing about that city.. lot of mosquitoes, no power,they cut power for maintenance almost daily, heavy traffic jam ...bad food...etc etc..they prefer staying in chennai... i can write about last weekend in detail.. but i am too lazy to do so.. thats why i gave a hint of what i did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot news.. GM is laying off 25000 emploees by 2008.  GE's   CEO  Jeffrey Immelt recently came to India and said that they are expanding in INDIA and going to create more job opportunities and found that INDIA is the  finest and ultimate destination to spin money for which they are investing a huge amount here. Soon they epicentre of the whole GE process will be in INDIA.To my knowledge GEES is much more vast and expanding than GECs and others. see this website to know how to be a world class CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/money/2005/apr/28spec.htm"&gt;http://in.rediff.com/money/2005/apr/28spec.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this site also speaks about automotive industry giants like Ford.. good site very interesting and useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111865160379811771?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111865160379811771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111865160379811771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111865160379811771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111865160379811771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend-and-good-site.html' title='weekend and good site'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111839352785502495</id><published>2005-06-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:25:00.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooo,ahhhhhhh, ouchhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>i have a very very  bad, unbearable sprain in my neck , i am unable to twist and turn my head.i am very uncomfortable with this............ just because i am unable to turn around , i am turning this mobile phone model upside down and watching it. u can also try this.. see this website &lt;a href="http://nokia-asia.com/nokia/0,,74819,00.html"&gt;http://nokia-asia.com/nokia/0,,74819,00.html&lt;/a&gt; and click phone demo.&lt;br /&gt;this website gives you the inforamtion of upcoming nokia model 1110. this model will be released in the third quarter of this year. this is the only model i like coz it looks good, it is in good shape,colour is good ....its good infact very good. but when it comes to feature.. i am really bad at it , so i just neglected that though that is the very important factor. after seeing this i immediately called up nokia care centre to enquire about this upcoming model.. pat came tthe reply that they are not aware of this model and do not know anything about this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways let me try for another mobile model..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111839352785502495?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111839352785502495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111839352785502495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111839352785502495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111839352785502495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ooooooahhhhhhh-ouchhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='oooooo,ahhhhhhh, ouchhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111823018396741420</id><published>2005-06-08T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T04:29:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Ignorance is Bliss , then why do we seek Knowledge ??</title><content type='html'>If Ignorance is bliss, then why do we seek Knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very controversial and difficult topic to deal with.let me try and put my whole effort to complete this.actually i am very confused. if there is anyone to help me with this topic? they are welcome. The prerequisite is that people who help me complete this topic  should have read Doctors by Erich Seagel. Because i am planning to take many instances from that book ...it is one of the best novels i have ever read in mylife. infact i  love that novel...&lt;br /&gt;And also planning to take instances from The Sky is Falling by Sidney Sheldon. this is the book i admire especially the character like Dana Evans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111823018396741420?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111823018396741420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111823018396741420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111823018396741420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111823018396741420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-ignorance-is-bliss-then-why-do-we.html' title='If Ignorance is Bliss , then why do we seek Knowledge ??'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111812561490715520</id><published>2005-06-07T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:26:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Brad Pitt into the Pit still?????</title><content type='html'>For more information, see this website &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=813282&amp;page"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=813282&amp;amp;page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt now has become very famous from being infamous for a very long time according to me. He has now recognized what the whole world is all about ,what should be in limelight and what not ..... good to know that he has come out of the  pit. (The pit here i refer to the industry where he was carried away by the money and fame and being totally ignorant about the people in other parts of the world especially third world countries where people throng for a slice of bread just to fill their stomach.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good work Brad......keep it up .. but still.. dont loose your identity of being the "Sexiest Man Alive" because many of my well known girls are totally and completely still mad of you and i dont want to disappoint them by asking you to loose the identity......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjelina Jolie, Aniston ,and Brad.. common, its their personal lives.. let us not discuss that........personal life&lt;br /&gt;should be personal,.... i hope  paparazzis would understand it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a  hard nut to crack  about your personal life  but dont be a nut......  anyone got a copyrights for this statement.. if yes, sorry i cannot pay  royalty....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111812561490715520?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111812561490715520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111812561490715520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111812561490715520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111812561490715520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-brad-pitt-into-pit-still.html' title='Is Brad Pitt into the Pit still?????'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111788713549084383</id><published>2005-06-04T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T05:12:15.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Statutory Warning !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>They appeared ....my heart started thumping  74 per minute , my fingers were trembling , stomach was churning ,the blood pressure became 80/120 and the weight  is stillthe same 70kgs and  the heamoglobin is still 12, came closely with sharp pointed piercing  straight deep into my viens and sucked my whole blood to save his /her life...........am i talking about any dracula  coming close to me last night...............if u think then it is not ..... i am talking about the blood donation camp that happened yesterday at my work place. i went and donated my blood fot the third time.. i already donated twice when i was in  my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Beat            :     74 per minute&lt;br /&gt; Blood Pressure :      80/130&lt;br /&gt;weight                   :       70kgs&lt;br /&gt;heamoglobin      :      12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart continues to thump...........u want to know for what this time ?? will soon write  later......hold ur breath!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111788713549084383?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111788713549084383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111788713549084383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111788713549084383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111788713549084383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/06/statutory-warning.html' title='Statutory Warning !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111719345862311073</id><published>2005-05-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T04:30:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostitutes or Sex workers ???</title><content type='html'>I was reading my Project Lead's blog about "Morality and Me". In that he has talked about Morality of our country in connection with  Sex workers and tagged them as Prostitutes. This really made me to write the following . just read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostitues?? who is a Prostitute? one who sells flesh or one who sells sex organs ??  the answer is No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who uses a skill or ability in a way that is considered unworthy, usually for financial gain .Such people are called Prostitutes.For example:He has been accused of prostituting his talent by appearing in TV commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people who use their flesh are called Sex workers? May be u can call them so.. but just remember everybody is a prostitue and a sex worker. Every thing is a flesh trade in life.&lt;br /&gt;Where not the flesh trade in this world? Everywhere we do to get the business ...ultimately to earn money. And we use our hands and legs to get the work done and earn money but sex workers do use their flesh and sex organs to earn money. So we do something  to earn something...so everybody is a Prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one statutory warning to all the sex workers.Just enlighten youself by having the knowledge of Sexually Transmittesd Diaseases like AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have control over ur mind ,then you need not blame anyone.........&lt;br /&gt;Never get into the miscoception that our country has nothing and knows nothing of this sort. our country has many things right from the past (just check our country's history).but we project it in such a  way that it  is not what it is and put the whole blame to western world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Priorities in life ,live ur life and then explore the whole world. Let everyone be what they are.Let us not blame anyone for any reason and brand &amp; tag them unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways in contradiction to my perception about our country  here are some excerpts. I had a chat with few colleagues about this and there came a joke immidiately from one of my colleagues  about TWO THINGS WE CAN DO IT IN PUBLIC  IN U.S.A AND INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;IN U.S.A U CAN KISS AND CANNOT PISS IN PUBLIC WHEREAS IN INDIA U CAN PISS AND CANNOT KISS IN PUBLIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this joke was told by sajit khan in SAB TV.)&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending this to everyone ,i got many accolades from everyone but they  also told me " you are broadminded we all accept it but if u write  about these things  people will brand and tag you" ..... anywhichways i am not bothered... Who Cares.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111719345862311073?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111719345862311073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111719345862311073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111719345862311073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111719345862311073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/prostitutes-or-sex-workers.html' title='Prostitutes or Sex workers ???'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111718636058552268</id><published>2005-05-27T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T02:32:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of my name</title><content type='html'>oh god is this the meaning of my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M  Success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N  You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K  You like to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N  You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D  You have trouble trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N  You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent it to me through mail...I think she is jobless.....ha ha ha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111718636058552268?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111718636058552268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111718636058552268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111718636058552268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111718636058552268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/meaning-of-my-name.html' title='Meaning of my name'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111682370574200253</id><published>2005-05-23T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:48:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploiting NRIs...</title><content type='html'>People in our country started spreading their wings.They decided to travel from one end of the world to the other.. people at the other end think they all live happily and earn handsome.. but that isthe misperception.may be it is true to some extent..but at times they are really undergoing trauma of missing their family,loved ones and lead a very monotonous with shoestring budget life...Moreover when they  travel to their homeland ,i mean India..they are no way left out , they are completely exploited by their relatives who ask them to bring electronic goods,perfumes,,etc etc from abroad.. this is intolerable as we get all these things in our country at low cost because of globalization.&lt;br /&gt;They are many NRI's who spend so much on travelling (i mean the air tickets) and the loans that they take from our country to study there or there itself for purchasing second hand cars etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of these difficulties they bring home the required things to their relatives just to share the sheer love and happiness.Love should be thereinte presence and not it in the things they bring...&lt;br /&gt;let us stop exploiting people and especially NRI because"People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. so let us enjoy with them.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111682370574200253?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111682370574200253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111682370574200253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111682370574200253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111682370574200253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/exploiting-nris.html' title='Exploiting NRIs...'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111640055198888446</id><published>2005-05-18T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:15:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night working hours -CMO of Infosys speech.</title><content type='html'>Worth reading ! Subject: And u still work late in the  office!!Infosys'  Chairman and Chief Mentor Officer (CMO) - Mr.Narayana Murthy's Speech on Late sitting : I know people who work 12 hours a day, six days a week,  or more. Some people do so because of a work emergency where the  long hours are only temporary. Other people I know have put in these hours for years. I don't know if they are working all these hours, but I  do know they are in  the office this long. Others put in long office hours because they  are addicted to the  workplace. Whatever the reason for putting in  overtime, working long  hours over the long term is harmful to the person and to the organization. There are things managers can do to change  this for everyone's benefit.  Being in the office long hours,  over long periods of time, makes way for potential errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My colleagues who are in the office  long hours frequently make  mistakes caused by  fatigue. Correcting these mistakes requires their time as well as  the time and energy of  others. I have seen people work Tuesday through Friday to correct mistakes made after 5 PM on Monday. Another  problem is that people who are in the office for long hours  are not pleasant company. They often  complain about other people (who aren't working as hard); they are  irritable, or cranky, or even angry. Other people avoid them. Such behaviour poses problems, where work goes much better when people work  together instead of avoiding one  another. As Managers, there are things we can do to help people  leave the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First  and foremost is to set the example and go home ourselves. I work with a manager who chides people for  working long hours. His  words quickly lose their meaning when he sends these chiding group e-mails with a time-stamp of  2 AM, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Second is to encourage people to put some  balance in their lives. For  instance, here is a guideline I find helpful:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wake up, eat  a good breakfast, and go to work.&lt;br /&gt; 2) Work hard and smart for eight or nine hours.&lt;br /&gt;3) Go home.&lt;br /&gt;4) Read the comics, watch a funny movie, dig  in the dirt, play with your kids, etc.&lt;br /&gt;5) Eat well and sleep well This is called recreating . Doing steps 1, 3, 4, and 5  enable step 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working  regular hours and recreating daily are simple concepts. They&gt; are hard for some of us because that  requires personal change. They are possible since we all have the power to choose to do them. In considering the issue of overtime, I am reminded of my eldest son.  When he was a toddler, If people were visiting the apartment, he would not fall asleep no matter how long the visit, and no matter what time of day it was.!  He would fight off sleep until the  visitors left.. It was as if he was afraid that he would miss  something. Once our visitors' left, he would go to sleep. By this time, however, he was over tired and  would scream through half the night with nightmares. He, my wife, and I, all paid the  price for his fear of missing out. Perhaps some  people put in such long hours because they don't want to miss anything when they leave the office. The trouble with  this is that events will never  stop happening. That is life! Things happen 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Allowing for little rest is not  ultimately practical. So, take a nap.Things will happen while you're asleep, but you will  have the energy to catch up when you wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence  "LOVE YOUR JOB BUT NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR COMPANY" Narayana Murthy ( i do have the  same thought)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111640055198888446?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111640055198888446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111640055198888446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111640055198888446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111640055198888446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/late-night-working-hours-cmo-of.html' title='Late night working hours -CMO of Infosys speech.'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111632881858838289</id><published>2005-05-17T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T04:20:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its my colleague's B'day today...</title><content type='html'>my colleague got lot of B'day bumps from everyone today ..oh my god...unbelievable t o imagine this...after a long time i had a Dairy Milk.......though i am a calorie conscious person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111632881858838289?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111632881858838289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111632881858838289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111632881858838289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111632881858838289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-my-colleagues-bday-today.html' title='its my colleague&apos;s B&apos;day today...'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111624501682851267</id><published>2005-05-16T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:03:36.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GE or Microsoft or Cisco</title><content type='html'>GE or Microsoft or Cisco....GE is highly mechy too much of turbines etc etc.. Microsoft is technical...Cisco is very highly technical (all networking stuff).&lt;br /&gt;I said no to GE coz there is no one there to help me mechanically with turbines..etc etc....moreover allthese things are very dry........and lots and lots of applications......oh oooooo i dont want that in my life.............&lt;br /&gt;I already worked for Microsoft.. now waiting for the thunderbolt from Cisco or Microsoft itself..oh my god ... I really dont know how will i withstand this........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111624501682851267?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111624501682851267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111624501682851267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111624501682851267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111624501682851267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/ge-or-microsoft-or-cisco.html' title='GE or Microsoft or Cisco'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111623888159324338</id><published>2005-05-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:37:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IAS Exam, is to test the memory power or knowledge?</title><content type='html'>After a last minute preparation all through the Saturday night(missed the Saturday night batchelor’s party at GLM Meridien) , yesterday I had to crush, squeeze my brain and take the time machine to get back to my 9th and 10th std times to recollect what I have learnt about the historical dates and events, constituencies, articles, acts, amendments, globe..rivers..counties..dams..etc etc.. in my Civics, geography and History subjects while taking up my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this squeezing and crushing took the whole lot of time to complete my paper….is this called testing my memory power or knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I am very confused about this ambiquity….let see how I end it…&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is power, knowledge is sound and light, knowledge makes u independent .. but good memory power makes us so dumb in such a way that we cannot think rationally and logically..yesterday I did enough justice to the paper with my common sense ….u test the knowledge with application based questions where u can really transfer the knowledge u have acquired so far in ur life in a real time situation…..but questions I found in the paper were all based on testing the memory power.. …I am not a mug pot who sits like a couch potato and mug all the historical events dates etc etc.. actually u should gain knowledge by experiencing and witnessing the real time happenings(recent happenings).. For example.. in my optional subject paper .. I answered many questions based on the knowledge I have acquired while studying MBA and working in an organization ..because most of the ?s were asked about leadership and managing people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ?s like who is the father .mother ..son.. were all absolutely bullish and unnecessary and it is really underestimating the intelligence of a person. Moreover if u r part of the member of rajya sabha and lok sabha only u can really come to know about articles,amendments etc etc.. if not how can we cram the articles and acts …..is it by mugging whatever given in the book and throwing up on the paper without knowing how exactly each works…the examination system is absolutely absurd……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole I can say let us not bother about the past(so please don’t learn History) and future(please don’t do research work unnecessarily),just be sane to enjoy the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to get into the second round of IAS exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111623888159324338?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111623888159324338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111623888159324338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111623888159324338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111623888159324338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/ias-exam-is-to-test-memory-power-or.html' title='IAS Exam, is to test the memory power or knowledge?'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111598119919532643</id><published>2005-05-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T03:49:28.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collector or Actor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;This sunday i have my IAS entrance exam to take up from morning 9:30am to 4:30pm both my optional subject and General studies.then at 5:30pm the same day i have audition at kotturpuram for the short film for the lead actor role..oh my god i always have to run from one end to the other of the world.. let me see how i handle these two extremes of my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111598119919532643?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111598119919532643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111598119919532643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111598119919532643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111598119919532643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/collector-or-actor.html' title='Collector or Actor'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111590045908512424</id><published>2005-05-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T05:20:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert place-chennai</title><content type='html'>more calorie food? huh stay away from it? i use to crib like this before , but yesterday i broke the rule... my mother and i had a desert .. which was bit of this and that and nuts on the top... mmm ami trying to relate to somethingelse.. exactly but i willnot reveal it and i am actually speaking about Sundae.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the newly built bakery and confectionery paradise in kutchery road which is near my place.. wow.. it is absolutely fantastic....and my mom said she felt like being in U.S. even i felt the same..too many place to hang out in chennai ,but no time to actually but still managing to  go out  very often to ease my work tension and also to enjoy as life is very short..come on dont be so so work a holic and dum people . just explore different things in life. because it ur life.. you have to take care and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues who are basically from different parts of india  do say that chennai has become a place for eateries .u can get variety of food .... it is good to know that people of chennai do hang out a lot  even on weekdays to restaurants because of the fast paced life .they hardly do cooking....here.. but i find most of the NRI's cook at home and they hardly go out to eat except weekends.&lt;br /&gt;if u want to eat and try different food , better try in chennai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111590045908512424?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111590045908512424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111590045908512424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111590045908512424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111590045908512424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/desert-place-chennai.html' title='Desert place-chennai'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111579382651729896</id><published>2005-05-11T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:43:46.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRD EYE</title><content type='html'>last sunday my colleague who shares a same zodiac sign with me and has the  same wavelength and frequency as mine, invited me to the beautiful place called Amethyst, 14/30, Padmavathi Road,Jaipur Colony, Gopalapuram.  There stood Iqbal K Mohamad and Aaron Raymond to invite us to the Third Eye. she introduced me to them. It is an Exhibition of images by the students of Light &amp; Life Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal K. Mohamed, is one of India's leading Professional Advertising Photographers specialising in automobiles and large sets. He holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in History &amp;amp; Political Science (Loyola College Chennai) and an MBA from The University of Madras. Iqbal is an alumnus of Brooks Institute of Photography, California USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Raymond graduated suma cum laude and received the departmental award for excellence in digital imaging from Brooks Institute of Photography.Aaron specializes in underwater photography, nature photography and digital imaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all award-winning, international professionals and faculty at Light and Life Academy who have made a mark in their chosen area of specialisation. Each one a source of inspiration for aspiring image makers and will carry on the torch of this most imaginative of arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting them and got an intro through my friend ,i met the real photographers who exhibited their photos in the exhibition. they are Dinesh Madhavan and his 18 classmates. to watch some of their remarkable photos click this website. &lt;a href="http://www.llacademy.com/Gallery/sgallery.html"&gt;http://www.llacademy.com/Gallery/sgallery.html&lt;/a&gt;Its very amazing and it is whole lot of different experience meeting very well renowned creative people from different parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Dinesh Madhavan is her  cousin. He invited her and me to his campus which is situated on a picturesque four-acre campus at Lovedale, near Ooty. This area has inspired photographers and film makers for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Eye-Must see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111579382651729896?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111579382651729896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111579382651729896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111579382651729896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111579382651729896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/third-eye.html' title='THIRD EYE'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111544711484173557</id><published>2005-05-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:25:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding invitations-yahoooo!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>just a minute, just trying to put my headphones over my head , switching on to the media player and selecting songs ..mmm... dragging to the movie Kadhal Virus...oh there it is,  selecting  Entha Vanin song.. here comes the song... i just love this song....the music begins and here are my writings that sync with the music  ..........wow.......i just attended the wedding reception of my friend where i met my old school mates.......and cherished my old memories.............everybody has changed,everybody is into their own commitments and committed. i am recieving more invitations from my old school mates, they all have their marriage on this month and june .. so the entire may and june is completely filled with my friends marriages. i should try to make myself free for attending their recption. it is fun to attend marriage functions and should not miss these things in life. it is one way of socializing with the people  u know ...and enjoying with them.....it is a get together........ mmm lots more to come on my way........come on!!!! life is to enjoy........hey u should not hide the fact that i recieved lot of compliments than  the couples........they are all so suprised that i lost  so much weight and look so  so... charming with haze and cheeks going red  and handsome... i generally dress well when i go out for party.. and no wonder no one will beat me in that... thats what my friends say that....&lt;br /&gt;i generally dress in black. this time i dressed in full black  t shirt upto the brim and jeans ,and ofcourse stubbles on my face , that gives a real gusty look......anyway more  and more functions to attend...............just ease away the tension i have with Microsoft and really became a....... MSoft-Zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111544711484173557?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111544711484173557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111544711484173557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111544711484173557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111544711484173557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/05/wedding-invitations-yahoooo.html' title='wedding invitations-yahoooo!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111459078349092720</id><published>2005-04-27T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:33:03.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentary Emotions</title><content type='html'>The train pulled up in a station for a 5 minute break and I was watching the scenes from my window. A six year old girl begs for food and some ice human being hands over the remaining food. She doesnt eat even a morsel. She gives it to her mother who first feeds her little son. The girl gets her share. She then goes back to her job again.&lt;br /&gt;In the marriage hall when i saw the bridegroom is dressed up and waits for the bride in the reception hall. " Where is she? it's getting late.." Murmurs begin. She isnt back from the beauty parlour. She is a guest and has come to attend the wedding on behalf of the bridegroom. She has the gift pack in her hand. The gift wrapper says "Made for each other".. The bride enters. Short, dark and with the teeth protruding..she has been beautified to the maximum..what made him agree? momentary emotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The function is going on well..the old lady is sitting and watching the puja..suddenly she turns hysterical..shouts that she is a goddess..screams and dances..everything goes awry for a few minutes..What has happened to her? Momentary emotion, they say..she is obsessed with the Goddess for whom the puja is being performed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw  the  pregnant woman is crying with pain and admitted in the hospital..she delivers a beautiful baby.."its a girl! " The nurse comes out and says..The husband puts up a drooping face.."not a boy? huh!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is all set and ready for the wedding..she is very much against the marriage..she loves someone else..it is a forced marriage..she hopes..till the last minute..will he come..save her from this forced marriage? will there be a cinematic turn around? No..it is real..the wedding is over..they are man and wife.. she is none other than my friend.&lt;br /&gt;..............just let us  try to express our feelings to the fullest about anything anyone as soon as possible. I know a couple who did not even express their feelings about each other,finally realized very late  that they both were really in love and would have made life still more better together.&lt;br /&gt;they both were married to someonelse and living in two different parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentary Emotions......we all have them...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111459078349092720?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111459078349092720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111459078349092720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111459078349092720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111459078349092720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentary-emotions.html' title='Momentary Emotions'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111449515901959695</id><published>2005-04-26T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:59:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic</title><content type='html'>after working on a crunch project in a hectic schedule till yesterday , i am relaxing myself now by listening to alaipayuthey songs......today i am very free to do multiple things . but i have to do preparations for my father's ceremony which will be on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;actually i want to write on controversial issues that takes place in this world. I will soon start writing on it. or i will start writing in a magazine or newspapers soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111449515901959695?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111449515901959695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111449515901959695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111449515901959695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111449515901959695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/hectic.html' title='hectic'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111406368854058160</id><published>2005-04-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:08:08.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPLIT PERSONALITY-CHANDRAMUKHI-a comedy and thriller movie and my experience.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw rajnikanth’s movie chandramukhi. It was not a typical rajnikanth movie where he was not typecasted ,no punch lines etc etc. the movie gave much importance o other actors too.its all about split personality. Actually director balanchander has taken  a serial on split personality long long time back .moreover it is just a remake or a copy of Malayalam movie manichithrathazhu………(copy or remake  or original story  it is a different story let me not  discuss that here). where shobana has done a great job. Here too jothika enacted very very well which would be a turning point in her career and pave ways for her more and more versatile acting.i really admired her in that movie coz she did a great job and  looked  slim  and good. Anyway the movie is ok to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really reminds me of some incident  that took place exactly  a year back . I actually tried curing   a girl who was psychologically affected by the black magic and other stuffs. She actually tried  to escape by telling that someone did some black magic to her and she was keen on it and started behaving very very differently and abruptly. I faced it alone at that time.then I gave her a very harsh treatment of facing the problem of her own, first it was not fine,thenn later on it started working . now there is no split personality in her (may be just  to fool me and others ,she might act again. This time let me be aware).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to cure any kind of psychological disorder is to allow individual to face their own problem so that they will realize themselves who they are and what exactly is happening to them and they will solve it very easily. Because it is an individual who knows better about them than others. One important thing I would like to say is that don’t detach all of a sudden. Try motivating them that u can do ,u can do………but keep distance at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111406368854058160?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111406368854058160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111406368854058160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111406368854058160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111406368854058160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/split-personality-chandramukhi-comedy.html' title='SPLIT PERSONALITY-CHANDRAMUKHI-a comedy and thriller movie and my experience.'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111381827474839102</id><published>2005-04-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:57:54.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>management consultant????</title><content type='html'>i dont know what i am upto.will i son become a management consultant.. i find  so many resumes filling up my mail box. so many friends of mine have forwarded their resume to me and askedme to rework on it and get them a job wither in my concern or anyother concern. not only them ,others like people whom i know they want their sons to be placed well so they asked me to give advice totheir sons on studies and how to get a job and they want me to get a job for their sons in my concern......oh my god everybody thinks i am in a very high position in my concern......but still i am in a good position . so let me maintain that image...........ha ha ha.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111381827474839102?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111381827474839102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111381827474839102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111381827474839102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111381827474839102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/management-consultant.html' title='management consultant????'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111381791879301975</id><published>2005-04-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:51:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the back.....</title><content type='html'>while i was working seriously the girl here came slowly at the back of me and frightened me by saying  baaaaaaaaa and literally terrified me .my god. just one second my heart beat skipped. i dont know why she behaved like this.oh man she is behind me always........but i am no way interested in her or with anyone......but they dont understand........what to do????but i took it sportively later and i try to escape from everyone by saying i am busy.......&lt;br /&gt;this word busy has become part of my life even for unwanted  stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111381791879301975?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111381791879301975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111381791879301975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111381791879301975'/><link rel='self' 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enjoying........punjabbi dhabba changed a lot. the plate has become too small just because to prevent the wastage of food...then i came back home . in the evening i went to meet my friend which i really wanted to do because its been long time since say 4 months and  i have to speak very importantly to him.then meanwhile someone called me up , not someone ,many called me up home and spoke to my sister like where is mani? will he come here,there? my sister told them that he has gone there to meet his friend bla bla bla......my sister really got tired of answering everyone.....the moment i came in i was told all these things .then i did not call back anyone. but i am planning to call this mechy guy now who takes my whole life when i speak to him and totala ennoda manathe vangiduvaan.&lt;br /&gt;but i heardthat most of my friends who are all in infy,etc etc.. have put tummy........like anything. they are all asking me tips to reduce body weight. i said i will not reveal  my secrets...........&lt;br /&gt;when my friend's mother saw me on road and asked what is the secret behind this loss of weight and give me some tips.i said nothing like that......i am on diet................and walk as much as possible instead of jogging and exercising. thats it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111380136361955461?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111380136361955461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111380136361955461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111380136361955461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111380136361955461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/punjabi-dhabba-and-my-sister-became-my.html' title='punjabi dhabba and my sister became my PA.'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111364643658900058</id><published>2005-04-16T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T03:13:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning..learning...........</title><content type='html'>oh my god the 26 year old chap here  is helping me out with SQL Server, SQL,dot Net,frame maker and adobe photoshop. i am learning all these things and i learnt it by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111364643658900058?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111364643658900058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111364643658900058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111364643658900058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111364643658900058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/learninglearning.html' title='learning..learning...........'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111365154987430486</id><published>2005-04-16T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T04:39:09.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love should be healthy...</title><content type='html'>when actor  surya  dropped in , many girls swooned around him and literally pestered him with uncomfortable questions. they asked him about his personal life especially his love life...he was BLUSHING literally all the time and refused to answer likethe way i BLUSH  when people here  and my friends ask me r u not in love?if so?who is that? i really dont know what make them to ask such questions to me always everytime whenever i see them. why should i fall in love and be attached in life .......why should not i be a free bird.......i am not attached to anyone.....thats the reply i give eveyone.my mouth really pains ................&lt;br /&gt;but one think i can  suggest about love is that love should be healthy ......depending on wherever ur attachment is living...........u should have your own space...never and ever give up for the sake that u r being  attached. be yourself always......have ur own way of living......and respect each other's  thoughts.thats it.&lt;br /&gt;now please whoever read this blog dont ask me r u in love? i really got fed up of this question....&lt;br /&gt;and the comments i get from people that i look like actor surya ,sachin tendulkar......oh my god ..i dont want to be branded as a chocolate boy.................i am a knowledge worker yaar..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111353855836644709</id><published>2005-04-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:15:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>donut for me or for the PRO Work?</title><content type='html'>as my friend is getting engaged and married in 6 months time and going to bangalore, he literally wanted me to come and have dinner,so yesterday we went to HOT BREADS and i had fajutas berger and donut. this really filled my stomach and i am unable to take more, but my friend was scolding me that i had  too little .this scene reminds me of the day i had pizza around 12:oo clock in the pizza hut with someone(just cherishing old and  lost memories).then meanwhile i saw a person who is  doing a great  job in research and about to get a noble prize. he really wanted me to help him regarding publishing his papers in THE HINDU and in the international papers,literally to do a PRO job for him. he told me this 3 weeks back,but i did not even get time to mail him or get back to him. but now his work got published in tamil daily and i will help his papers get published in the hindu and to bring that work in the lime light through media very soon. now i have  time to do it. and i started that work. oh my god.he literally behind me for this work. i have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;i did not finally attend my friend's sister marriage anf my friend really called me PARUPPU and PIST guy and BUSY guy.. and scolded me .............actually i know what i am upto and why i turned down many invitations.no one knows  about my personal life and i wont to keep telling everyone about my life.......its my life and i will take care of it................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111323943135500234</id><published>2005-04-11T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:10:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toughest days,,,,,,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>oh my god........the days are really really toughest.......i  totally dont have enough energy to lift myself ....i did not get enough time to blog........blog......no americans call it B log..... mmmmmm..i dont know what i am  doing really.. i am blank., my eyes look sunken and  i look exhausted...that what my friends told me when they visited my place  yesterday.. they are all so good enough  and took some pains to come and meet me  and  invited me to many places but i am unable to meet their expectations......i am unable to go anywhere as my mind is very much occupied and i literally disappointed them..and i feel very sorry about it..even one of my friends invited me to  some pub called Bikes and Barrels  in Residency Towers .....i regreted it....i said i cannot make it up..... i really  disappointed many people and cancelled many  invitations...........i am  feeling sorry about it.......lets see and let future speaks......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111323943135500234?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111323943135500234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111323943135500234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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.... i am learning XML....huh  i dont feel like sleeping but almost day dreaming...while learning XML....lot of taggings..... its interesting........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111261495721118117?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111261495721118117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111261495721118117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111261495721118117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111261495721118117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/04/raining.html' title='raining!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111259095476064484</id><published>2005-04-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:02:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closing the shop</title><content type='html'>oh i had a tough  time  last 2 days   by vacating the things in  the shop ....i have to vacate in 5 days ... so i am really doing it in full speed............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111259095476064484?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111225846666056961</id><published>2005-03-31T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:41:06.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer of 2005  not ' 69</title><content type='html'>i am right now listening to bryan adams summer of '69 song. i am just reminded of  summer  2004 ,when, i met all my school mates .we all had many  get togethers and had fun a lot and most of the people were flying to u.s.a  . this summer...... i dont know but still this winter ,december, many people are coming back  and looking forward to meeting everyone...so from this december my life will continue to be with them always.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111225846666056961?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111208535637268692</id><published>2005-03-29T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:35:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quakes quack</title><content type='html'>quakes sometimes  quack by not triggering tsunami........ this happened yesterday night at 10:40 pm when i heard the news from the flash news  that the huge  earthquake rocked banda aceh indonesia.the measurement was about about 8.5 richterscale. everybody here in my place started fleeing from one end to the other just because we were alerted by the government in anticipating tsunami  anytime anyday. but nothing drastically  happened . but still it is difficult to remove  the mind set that people near coastal area developed  about this tsunami.........the trauma continues and haunt them each and every minute.&lt;div 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quack'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111189652471725642</id><published>2005-03-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:08:44.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paparazii !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ouch!!! yesterday my friends (college mates)  really barged into my place  and started scolding  cap a pie of it...then  one of my good friends ganapathy started filming me with sony ericsson cell phone which  has video  camera attached to it.... he was continously filming me  for more than  15 minutes  each and every action and even recorded my speech.... then i really saw the entire video taped one. it was too good and  i really looked good. good to know i have very good screen face , imean camera face.......&lt;br /&gt;this long weekend i was reading TERMINAL by  COLIN FORBES   simultaneously SHERLOCK HOLMES   too.....  i am really stucked with these two books and did not go out anywhere.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111189652471725642?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111189652471725642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111189652471725642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111189652471725642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111189652471725642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/03/paparazii.html' title='paparazii !!!!!!'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111166671809123273</id><published>2005-03-24T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T04:18:38.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALAIPAYUTHEY OR 12B??????</title><content type='html'>mmm. i travelled by train to tidel park for meetings for 3 days and i am just reminded of my favourite movie alaipyuthey . the travelling was too good. but not as romatic as what the movie is........ then i travel to my  work place in nandanam by 45B and not 12B ..... it is also too good and crowded and yesterday it was overcrowdedd and i almost travelled in footboard and then i  got down and walked down home ......anyway . thats all the holi celebration here went out well. and  i was dumped with lot of colours and u can really watch RANGEELA  now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111166671809123273?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111166671809123273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111166671809123273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111166671809123273'/><link rel='self' 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nowww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111158065624443621?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111158065624443621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111158065624443621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111158065624443621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111158065624443621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/03/mmmmm-i-will-be-tangy-tomorrow.html' title='mmmmm i will be tangy tomorrow'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111155894844663803</id><published>2005-03-23T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:27:05.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally  my dear girls here made my day..........</title><content type='html'>mmm....after 3 days busy work with lot of meetings at my work place,i am blogging now.it was a real tension work at my home lot of fights , quarreling and no peace.............but still i am not worn out . i dressed in blue jeans ,black shoes and sky blue &amp;amp; yellow colour tight shirt (my birthday dress) and my cream colour bag on one side of the shoulder ,walked very stylishly and got into my work place. the moment i entered into my place people here noticed me and pat came the reply wow........ u really look very smart today that too in this dress. absolutely... smart...my colleagues especially my dear girls here said these things and one more thing they said ........that now both the options are available to us.........(remember i am now clean shaven......no stubbles .....nothing.......everything is open and available.......).......ha ha ha...... this really made my day .............i and i am ok now though few things drive me away ..................but still i am doing good....................oh. i really forgot to wear my goggles ...as if i have one huh...............its ok no probs.........i dont want to look like a blind man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111155894844663803?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111120809938841776</id><published>2005-03-19T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:47:13.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kannathil Muthammital !!!!-by Manikandan and not Manirathnam.</title><content type='html'>mm......peck on the cheek or pout??i read an article about kiss developing resistant power towards diseases in the magazine. kiss on the cheek increases the entropine hormone production in the body thereby increasing the immunity power . whereas kiss on the pout (smoochhhhhhhhhh) makes a person feel happy and drive him away from despair.it also helps in the development of good facial muscle including cheek muscle that leads to the cheeks in good shape .so never get into plastic surgery or something to make ur face appear like my girl friend aishwarya rai or my friend kamal hasan......just kiss as many people as possible in your life both on the cheek and pout and enjoy .........i am going to start trying this.&lt;br /&gt;but right now no one will kiss on my cheeks as i have got stubbles(lazt guy).but the other option is always open ...................and i am always available!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111120809938841776?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111120809938841776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111120809938841776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111120809938841776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111120809938841776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/03/kannathil-muthammital-by-manikandan.html' title='Kannathil Muthammital !!!!-by Manikandan and not Manirathnam.'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111114799672093069</id><published>2005-03-18T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T04:29:34.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting to leave.........</title><content type='html'>oh my god after creating a name for my blog, i literally found no time to write something based on the title first. so i decided to search in google on footprints and copy,pasted into my blog..........anywhichways that is much more related to my own life .thats why i started blogging with that. now its 5:35pm ,i have to wait for 10 more minutes to start from my work place . i really felt not to waste that 600 seconds ,so i decided to blog........look i take so many decisions in a day .won't i be in a top management soon!!! but people in top management hardly take decisions.......oh thats funda is different. i will discuss that later with u all........now its time to leave though i almost close to 6ooth second.CATCH UP TOMORROW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111114799672093069?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111114799672093069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11533274.post-111114633345547898</id><published>2005-03-18T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:45:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Footprints!!!!!</title><content type='html'>One night i  had a dream. i  dreamed i was walking along the beach with the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from my  life. For each scene i noticed two sets of footprints in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sand: one belonging to me , and the other to the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of my  life flashed before me , i  looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  noticed that many times along the path of my  life there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered me  and i  questioned the LORD about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way.But I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,there is only one set of footprints. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."The LORD replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son, my precious child,I love you and I would never leave you.During your times of trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suffering,when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11533274-111114633345547898?l=amanikandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/feeds/111114633345547898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11533274&amp;postID=111114633345547898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111114633345547898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11533274/posts/default/111114633345547898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanikandan.blogspot.com/2005/03/his-footprints.html' title='His Footprints!!!!!'/><author><name>Manikandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935814033143001437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2813/940/1600/mani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
