<?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-21471178</id><updated>2012-02-13T21:18:04.792-08:00</updated><category term='tag it'/><category term='premature blogging...'/><title type='text'>Love..........</title><subtitle type='html'>First and last love is....................... self-love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5368364700430448530</id><published>2011-07-06T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T04:22:56.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have had very many movies on how in a society like ours, it is so difficult for a guy to get over a relationship which he has had in the past with a girl. but not many have thought over the fact that a girl will also go through the same kind of emotions. this is something which has not been captured or much talked about. there are so many things which a girl prefers or rather chooses to keep it to herself which might be mainly with all the fear and opinions posed on her by the society that she chooses to hide it all from the entire world. the point to think about is whether is it justified in doing so? as in put a person (a girl or a boy) through this entire process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradigm of love happens only with the power to choose. so at all points in times, its all about the choice which the guy and the girl makes at any point in time. many a times as it is commonly called in tamil as oru-thala-kadhal is also bound to happen, this is very common and the question is how we deal with it and get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are couple of questions to be answered first- do we start hating the person whom we loved and liked and chose to love and like for all this while for one single reason that he or she doesn like us? is it their fault? its just the same way we chose to like them they chose not to like us. its not anyones fault. But hating someone is not a solution for getting over that person. WE can continue to like someone and still move on with our life by concentrating on the things which attract more priority in our life. I often hear my friends saying "He/she s a asshole not knowing what a relationship is and how to maintain one and stuff. The question again is who are we and how on earth do we have any authority to talk about what one has to do in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore to cut it short, its only a matter of choice as most of the things in life are, and we need to just spread love and not spread unhappiness! thats the ground rule... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this... engirundhalum vazhga! spread good wishes to everyone and stay peaceful! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5368364700430448530?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5368364700430448530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5368364700430448530' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5368364700430448530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5368364700430448530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-have-had-very-many-movies-on-how-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-3338616787131464871</id><published>2011-06-28T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:51:08.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a lot of thought process, I sit down to write this post which is solely going to be on a 15 days course which I had attended very recently… the program except for a few was probably not that great but surely there were a lot of personalities whom I met there were mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;One the first day, in a room of 100 people sitting, little did I think that I will get fantastic friends In that room and most importantly I had no clue about anyone.. just that I knew swathanth was my school junior and EY colleague and I knew Vikram as a person from EY. So there I sat next to a ultimately stunning looking lady… sunitha… She threw her warm smile and became immediately comfortable. We spoke for a while and after the mokkai sessions, we four i.e. Sunitha, Sonia Gandhi, Danny and I were relieved at some point that the day got over  and we led back home… &lt;br /&gt;Second day was the starting of getting to know so so so many pple… my thought in my mind was always WOAWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lavanya: she was probably the person to whom I was sittign next to on my birthday.. and from there it all started… bubbly, cute thing.. ofcourse my dance company… awesome company to hang out with  &lt;br /&gt;Ashwin: attukutti…  yappa… ennatha nu solla.. a person who just loves to shout and curse me to death.. hahaha.. my kutti brother… fun fun fun… totally company has been real fun.. even the  dull days of classes were made lighter with the tiny whiny arguments…. So this guy is all sooper fun to hang with..&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. cant forget to mention his lovely mom… dei unna pakarthuku nan varla unnoda amma va meet panrathuku than vandean ;)&lt;br /&gt;Siddhu: buddhu… another brother of mine… many times, though he is kutti.. there has been something which I have learnt from him daily as a person…  he s a real darling!!!  he s extremely sweet and considerate and very very reasonable with no bloody bit of attitude… there have been many things which I have confided in him without even thinking once which can never be done… highly trust worthy :D.. dude will miss u…&lt;br /&gt;Siddartha: can just remember the dance practice sessions… amazing fun company to be with and a good friend with a lot of sensibilities… its nice to have a friend who can talk no sense with a lot of sense and still make you feel really good about yourself at the end of such conversations… such kind of conversations I have had with sid and its great to know him…&lt;br /&gt;Adi: FAFER FAFER FAFER…… thoroughly genuine and totally good at heart was the thing which first sturck me about this guy and it did appeal to me a lot… all the discussions on corruption skits and other things have been totally awesome and I surely knew that if there is something which I cant share with anyone and I needed someone to really understand it genuinely, then it has to be adi..&lt;br /&gt;Vikram: hahahaha.. jus one word for u da… FUN!!!!!! Dude thanks for giving me those fun moments da… really its awesome knowing u…&lt;br /&gt;Venky: a big time friend… common sensibilities, common interest struck the chord between us.. endless conversations and one big thanks for putting up with all my nonsense many a times which am sure I don’t have the real guts to share it anyone else than u… and ofcourse for singing ilaya nila on my request.. thankuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu  all the very many chats and discussions about zillion stuff have surely contributed in many new productive thoughts which are surely gonna be useful to both of us… dude better keep in touch..&lt;br /&gt;Preeyaa: the last one with the cherry on the top… my total favourite.. all time fav and my darling.. as I keep telling priya she s a partner.. partner in everything in every sense and at any time In the day and night… it’s a fact that girls take time to get closer with eachother but in our case in was so quick and immediate we never even realized and now when the time has come, it difficult for both of us to really think of not messaging each other……. Darling and I can put up with all her nonsense and so does she.. and our conversations always start with… “hey priya, u know wat..” and “hey nivi, idhu unakku theriyuma..” and goes for endless hours…. Boy will miss every bit of it…&lt;br /&gt;These were some of the people who have impacted my life in a big way in those fifteen days…  this doesn mean that others have not contributed.. these ppl have contributed in a bigger way when compared to the others… thanks to one and all.. and guys do keep in touch and do keep mailing;… as sid says I will be stacking the internet so my mails will be flowing in continuously…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for adding so much value to my life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-3338616787131464871?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/3338616787131464871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=3338616787131464871' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3338616787131464871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3338616787131464871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-lot-of-thought-process-i-sit-down.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-8939591835030918090</id><published>2011-06-20T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:08:30.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting by the side of a window as his thoughts lingered in my mind&lt;br /&gt;not for moment could i think of being away was possible&lt;br /&gt;for always i thought he was the perfect one for me&lt;br /&gt;he did be most happier only with me, ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random stuff whcih came in when i was travelling on my way to manglore in train and it was raining outside.. so the scenery from inside was beautiful which got translated into poetry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-8939591835030918090?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/8939591835030918090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=8939591835030918090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8939591835030918090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8939591835030918090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2011/06/sitting-by-side-of-window-as-his.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-9003618450571329508</id><published>2011-06-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:25:28.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She was there with me all this while &lt;br /&gt;And now it’s the time to abid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I loved her so much than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;I used to fight with anyone who used to talk ill about her&lt;br /&gt;I have crawled on her lap all my life time&lt;br /&gt;I have cried, laughed and enjoyed the best moments of my time with her&lt;br /&gt;I have taken all the liberty with her&lt;br /&gt;She has been there when I needed her the most&lt;br /&gt;She has been so protective of me all these years&lt;br /&gt;All the late night outs with friends, patiently putting up with me&lt;br /&gt;Extremely caring and always loving&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s none other than-&lt;br /&gt;Vandorai vazavaikum “tamizhagam”… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck me very hard right in the heart that I will be missing Chennai terribly in a months time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-9003618450571329508?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/9003618450571329508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=9003618450571329508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/9003618450571329508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/9003618450571329508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-was-there-with-me-all-this-while.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5684971414270843478</id><published>2011-06-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:36:32.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after getting the much needed inspiration from the self, i put down an incident which happened in the sai baba temple..&lt;br /&gt;after completing the usual meditation in the room which was very calm.. when i was walking down, i observed that there was a kid who must have been around 5-6 years... kids below 10 years were not allowed inside the meditation room. extremely adorable and cute.. as the age specifies, this kid was undoubtedly curious to know what his mom was doing inside the meditation room. his inquisitive nature made him cry to glory. i have always had a soft corner for kids and i love to ruffle their hair as they will just be as high as my thighs.. i ruffled his hair and said " en azuga kuttiku" he looked at me with eyes filled with tears which were just waiting to touch his cute little cheeks. his mom lifted him up and said "aunty kekara paaru en azahara.. azakudadhu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard a volcano bursting inside... it was my heart... and i told myself i need to get used to the word AUNTY.. its painful... but when i have tejas, don i have a choice to complain. i have become a athai and now just the translation of the same in angilam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always the most difficult period will be the transition period as mentally u know you are still a kid or young.. but the people around you may perceive you to be different and more matured... and am not an exception to this logic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am just struggling to make my way into the required sphere....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5684971414270843478?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5684971414270843478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5684971414270843478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5684971414270843478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5684971414270843478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-getting-much-needed-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5785304653409393773</id><published>2009-12-14T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:50:48.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are zillions of things shuttling here and there in my mind right now. They are...&lt;br /&gt;1) My dance practises and how my dance program will turn out to be.. Dancing after a gap of some solid 7-8 months(which includes 3 months of sitting at home) absolutely no stamina and not in shape for giving an attractive program! People say i have gained weight which is normal but not wanted! Learning new songs, practising, juggling between personal work, dance practises and work! the very thought gives me goose bumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Exam results..... HIGHLY scary.. soemthing for which i worked for 3 months. I think i was sincere to myself... but really don know what god has instore for me! sigh... cant go on more about this... however my thoughts are positive! guess it will help me always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How do i lose weight which i gained over 3 months of sitting at home! Million dollar question!!!!!!!!! my friend asking me diet! which i need to really think of considering to cut down on the extra flabs! painful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) lazinessssss- the major disease sticking on to me which does not allow me to the "active ME" is the disease of laziness. Lazy about standing up, waking up, jogging, running, dancing and wat not! u name it and yea am lazy about it!!!! hmm.. thinking about the possible reasons, i can probably blame it on the climate for making me so lazy..... but it wont help.. i still have to push myself forcefully out of the beds at 6.30 come wat may, for my yoga classes... so here comes the season again when i will get up early and get to bed late.... past 7 months my routine was too different to really get adjusted to this new routine. I am really fighting my heart out to get adjusted to the new routine which has a lot of advantages and lot of things which i have to miss out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) lots of friends to catch up with.. they will really kill me if i don spare time.... lots of things to do! next two - three months are really scary to even have a thought of how it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep u posted about how much of problems I face during these 2-3 months... as this is the only place i can fully express my thoughts! byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5785304653409393773?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5785304653409393773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5785304653409393773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5785304653409393773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5785304653409393773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-zillions-of-things-shuttling.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-8108912444123277413</id><published>2008-12-17T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:13:30.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently went for this cocktail party hosted by my colleagues on occassion of their promotion. Yeah! four of them had got promoted as Managers and one had got promoted as a Senior executive. It was fun, I vivdly remember the party which we had last year.. the same promotion party at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRT temple bay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I must admit, we had ultimate fun. What added to the fun which we had last year was, it was all new to us. Those people whom we often saw staring/ glaring at us , screwing up someone else s life, those people who didn even bother to share a smile at us, those people who didn acknowledge our presence (btw at some point of time, we thought they were not normal) were all actually talking to us and most imporantly "Laughing " and sharing lighter moments even with us. We had never seen our colleagues to be fun filled  at that point of time. Last time was more like an exploration of the unknown side of many people. I would say, I came to know abt the &lt;em&gt;humane&lt;/em&gt; side of people at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I was no more a fresher... An oldie as far as office is considered... Nevertheless, it has not made any difference to my "Gang of friends" (if at all i have any.. i mean the friends with whom i can move about with... i would say its very less..) Best part of these parties and the only part for which i look upto is dance floor... I have balls time over there!!!!! Dance for any XYZ song ... what and how u dance is not the criteria... the point is u must dance.... However bad u are u must dance.... And yea.. i too danced danced danced and danced a lot..... Along with dancing many others were involved in the process of making a party which is worthwhile to get into the history of "interesting parties" by drinking and drinking.... as the very name says... "COCKTAIL party"... hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... everything got over by 11.30 p.m. and we got back home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much needed break i must say!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-8108912444123277413?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/8108912444123277413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=8108912444123277413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8108912444123277413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8108912444123277413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-recently-went-for-this-cocktail-party.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5068421557964768992</id><published>2008-11-25T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:08:55.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!!! there i go for a hundred... Just pooled in some of the things which i had written a very long time back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start afresh later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5068421557964768992?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5068421557964768992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5068421557964768992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5068421557964768992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5068421557964768992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-there-i-go-for-hundred.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7184169957489477116</id><published>2008-11-25T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:06:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;something which affected me in a big way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Character is something wat i am when noone s looking at me...how true is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.Wat is win in life?&lt;br /&gt;3. Are u living your life to the fullest???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7184169957489477116?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7184169957489477116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7184169957489477116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7184169957489477116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7184169957489477116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts-something-which.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-589852310766747207</id><published>2008-11-25T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:05:01.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be at nothing!&lt;br /&gt;I love to be at nothing!&lt;br /&gt;I am best when I am at nothing!&lt;br /&gt;But I hate to do nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-589852310766747207?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/589852310766747207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=589852310766747207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/589852310766747207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/589852310766747207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-i-want-to-be-at-nothing-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6753134957432310205</id><published>2008-11-25T05:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:03:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When he smiles,I am glad&lt;br /&gt;When he shouts,I am even more glad&lt;br /&gt;When he feels touched,I am proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;When he tells something good,I walk away blessed!&lt;br /&gt;For all I know thatI have made a difference to someone’s life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy- shilpa for talking about something which kindled my thoughts!:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-6753134957432310205?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6753134957432310205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6753134957432310205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6753134957432310205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6753134957432310205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-he-smilesi-am-glad-when-he-shoutsi.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-1156488000836754734</id><published>2008-11-25T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:02:22.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unconditional and to be shared&lt;br /&gt;It is a sign of celebration&lt;br /&gt;No expectation&lt;br /&gt;No loss&lt;br /&gt;No disappointment&lt;br /&gt;No attachment&lt;br /&gt;Only commitment&lt;br /&gt;That’s love for u!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-1156488000836754734?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/1156488000836754734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=1156488000836754734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1156488000836754734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1156488000836754734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-love-it-is-unconditional-and-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-987945669498719175</id><published>2008-11-25T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:01:37.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Power of independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A state of being&lt;br /&gt;reflection of mind&lt;br /&gt;sign of dignity&lt;br /&gt;symbol of greatness and prosperity&lt;br /&gt;if u enjoy it u are a true winner&lt;br /&gt;if not what are you doing out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-987945669498719175?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/987945669498719175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=987945669498719175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/987945669498719175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/987945669498719175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-independence-state-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-348568190421740911</id><published>2008-11-25T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:47:34.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ninety six going on ninety seven...&lt;br /&gt;feeling too good to be here!!!(Intended to be sung in the tune of "sixteen going on seventeen...." from soun of music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea!!! My blog is fast approaching hundred... Cant wait for that post!!! it all gotta be fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wondered in the morning as to why i am so ecstatic about the fact that my posts are gonna cross hundred... but then suddenly it struck me, if it was not me who would get excited about it, who else will??? Afterall, whatever crap, shit or good posts are there, everything is mine... my brain child and my efforts.. Started this blog in January 2006 and am really happy to say that its still going good!!!!!!!!! TOUCH WOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Very soon my friend shil will also be crossing the "hundred milestone". She created her blog exactly a day after i started posting and these two years have been really great!!!!!! filled with memories... Be it posting something on my friends on their birthdays or anything about my moods or any interesting person or boring person i have met or adventure moments from my life... be it anything... I have loved it. This blog has been there when i have wanted to while away time... A Good Time Pass i must say!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was having some conversation with someone and let that person be R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is refering to 6 th post on this web page!!!1&lt;br /&gt;R:I read your all your posts, the one about one of your seniors too&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;R: YOu had torn him apart in that post&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah ... (In a disinterested way... coz i really don care about that guy)&lt;br /&gt;R: He will die if he reads that post (Nakka pudingindu sethuduvan)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let him do whatever he wants to do. I am not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!!! all of u reading will be thinking i am a bitch or something of that sort... Again little do i bother for all this.&lt;br /&gt;BLOG is my space!!!!! and i will do whatever i feel like doing!&lt;br /&gt;My freedom! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-348568190421740911?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/348568190421740911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=348568190421740911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/348568190421740911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/348568190421740911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/ninety-six-going-on-ninety-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6460565229530612653</id><published>2008-11-21T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:59:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is not intended to be in any said fashion...... just some random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes which i would want to foresee in near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become a CA over night&lt;br /&gt;Get a boyfriend....... Highly unlikely i guess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get permission to always surf on the net during work hours&lt;br /&gt;Become a poet and write poems on guys... ;) (Baah humbug!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me consider me to be this filled with attitude, notorious, crazy, cranky and etc etc person which according to them is not a good thing and all... but to my knowledge, no character is good or bad, we just need to see whether it is annoying us or not... if it is not annoying, then just go ahead... be proud to have something which others do not have.... Off late everyone around me have started asking me one question very often and they just refuse to believe whatever i say!!!!!!! everyone thinks that i am committed!!!!! now, gos only knows who created this and how???? starting from my dance teacher to  my friends ... whole thing sounds so funny!!! kinda really crazy!!!! and then.... BANG!!!1 reality hits!!!!! how unwanted can anyone feel???? yeah... thats what i feel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yeah.... i hear all you guys saying "you will get the best one very soon"&lt;br /&gt;some of you people telling "wait... you are just too young.. and you will find the right one very soon" and crap&lt;br /&gt;everything is crap... sheer crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- the author has given the above comments with only one thing in mind... she does not wish to see any of those above stated sentences (or sentences with similar meaning) in the comments section... so pl remeber that!!!! think twice before you post a comment!!!!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-6460565229530612653?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6460565229530612653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6460565229530612653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6460565229530612653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6460565229530612653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-is-not-intended-to-be-in-any.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-8275467262135964193</id><published>2008-11-20T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:02:34.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inspiration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very essence of life...All of us derive inspiration from some way or the other from some one or the other or from some thing or the other. Let it be deriving inspiration from a child the way it craves for a chocolate and goes on and on talking in its gibberish language which is decipherable only by itslef(not even any other child of the same age group)... Well you might be thinking why she is talking about kids and choloates and stuff???? to put it simple, inspiration is the main element driving any human beings life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so is my blog... I blog whenever anything interesting or sweet or adventuorous or scary or bad happenes to me...&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why i am posting this is not because of any of the above things.. This blog is purely because one of my friends (few months ago a "colleague") has started writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole system of blog has given me and the people around me a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;Large circle of sensible and "think alike" friends, my best friend found her partner etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;Well to continue... I met this guy almost 10 months back... Have been through all times with him. HAd never even known before till i started working with him that he was also an intern in office. I rarely used to see him and NEVER spoke with him. All of a sudden came fro mno where and we started talking about all the things i found wierd and what he found weird in me. Initially i must admit that he was too quite but highly dangerous for the amount of ragging he used to do. I was a real prey. I used to take that and still put on a smile for all i knew that he would be a great friend(just like raghavan instinct, ... i guess it was nivedita instinct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by, two months we worked on one client and got know each other very well.. atleast to the extent that we were able to put up with eachothers nonsense...(Guess thats what is needed in friendship... accept the other person as they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been insanely rude wit hhim, he has ben insanely rude with me too.. but do we care????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rags me to the core and still manages to put on the innocent boy s face!!!! world might fall for that... but good luck next time da!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A source of inspiration in many ways... a trusted friend and one of the  sensible people whom i have come across in office. For all that i know, he s reliable for me and the most approachable person at any point of itme for any silly damn shitty thing.... There to lend a shoulder anytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of good things... coming to the best part... vetti scene poduvan.. god only knows why!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in when i really needed a &lt;strong&gt;friend &lt;/strong&gt;at work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for many things!!!:) wish u remain the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-8275467262135964193?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/8275467262135964193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=8275467262135964193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8275467262135964193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8275467262135964193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-1701348331896548135</id><published>2008-11-11T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:40:25.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bing!&lt;br /&gt;Ding!&lt;br /&gt;Sing!&lt;br /&gt;Ring!&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Rang!&lt;br /&gt;Sang!&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;and so on and so forth&lt;br /&gt;I can just go on rambling and rambling..... A very long time since I posted anything on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;This temporary disappearance was because of the tax audits and ... and .... stuffs like that!!!! Thats the sacrifice one has to do for doing articleship in a big four.... but never mind if you like what you are doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well frankly, i don want to talk about work on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this oppurtunity to pray to god to do give something really inspiring so that i can write something about it on my blog!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really bugged!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-1701348331896548135?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/1701348331896548135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=1701348331896548135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1701348331896548135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1701348331896548135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/11/bing-ding-sing-ring-wrong-rang-sang.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5597601731976207974</id><published>2008-07-28T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:02:42.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna tag shil, indu, ganesh.... and and.. well i guess thats all... too lazy to type out names.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One achievement in my life?&lt;br /&gt;    Spilling ink on my english teacher in 10th standard and the rest is history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One thing i would do over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;    Listen to my fav songs, talk talk talk talk... blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Best people in my life...&lt;br /&gt;    Irritating brother (pain in the ass)... mom (she treats me like a child!!!).... dad( Keeps telling me to try acting like a girl!!!) :(.. he says i act like a guy!!!! my friends... who came up with and call me "casanivi"(casi-nova)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hang out.....&lt;br /&gt;    My second home..... bessy and thiruvanmiyur beach..... Since these two are my second home, thi's home has also been included in the list of my hang out places......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) idea of perfect holiday....&lt;br /&gt;    get up really late... watch kick ass mornings on MTV ... keep lying on the bed till one in the noon... go out for lunch with friends.... talk talk talk.... hang out.... meet more people.... get back home and chat with parents,... watch tv and then sit on the comp chatting endlessly......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) people whom i hate....&lt;br /&gt;   Vetti scene potta....(sorry was not able to help telling that in tamil).. dishonesty and back biting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) bike or car?&lt;br /&gt;    bike drive.. any day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)best birthday gift...&lt;br /&gt;This year my friends took me to a old age home and they had ordered for a meal for all of them at the home in my name.... all the old patties wished me, prayed for me and blessed me... what more can i ask??? i was overwhelmed, thrilled and was really touched..... all the old people were sitting and watching "basha" and one of them was telling us her love story.....(what a revolutionary person???). most of time i think that i don have meaning in my existence. But after meeting them, i am inspired to live for more number of years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Desktop or laptop?&lt;br /&gt;desktop.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) water or juice?&lt;br /&gt;water anyday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very short list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am bored of thinking...... if any of u can think of more things, just add on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye of now.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5597601731976207974?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5597601731976207974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5597601731976207974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5597601731976207974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5597601731976207974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-i-am-gonna-tag-shil-indu-ganesh.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-358521510989527878</id><published>2008-07-13T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:32:26.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to message.... but i hardly do that these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks near the sea shore with my friends or even alone.... gives me a lot of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night chats with my friend online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to random songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about random people, random things and totally unassociated thigns to the people around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love dancing.... (@*$%ing reasons why i don continue it now....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extrovert, very very short tempered..... I am diplomatic at  work... but they think that am "timid"... DO they even know about me at all???? CRAP! Whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened some few days back.... I go for audits to a clients place every quarter... thats a listed client...(now i shall not go into the details about what a listed client is ....) ... There was this guy from the HR department who actually asked me out but i had handled that situation with a lot of dignity and denied it. However Few of my colleagues at office insisted that i should keep my senior on the job informed about what happened for FYI purposes.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to bring this topic to him because of the following reasons&lt;br /&gt;1. I had given a lot of reasons for him to be mad at me.. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;2. He has very intimate relationship with the client.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally there I go, after being forced by two of my colleagues, i went and spoke to my senior about this after 2 weeks... And after i saw his reaction I was truly shocked! really..... What the *&amp;amp;%$? What was he thinking of me? or rather what does he think of me? A call girl or what???? Felt like bashing him right away!!! And the worst part is, he is one person i have been working with most of the times ever since i stepped into EY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one the few things about which i have always been happy and proud.... i.e. working with him.... but i guess i was truly wrong.... ultimately wrong... felt cheated at the end of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have to confess something. I very rarely expect things from people that to from people whom i hardly know. To be very frank, i never expected him to even react to it. I had informed about the happening of this incident. The following are the exact words which he actually told me!(VERBATIM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am ok with it if u finish of the work, as far as i am concerned whether you go out with some person or not is not my concern. Its upto you whether u want to maintain an informal/formal relationship with the client There is nothing like professional and unprofessional....." And he sighted some example of his relationship with one of the employees over there.... Did he think that i was asking him permission to go out with that guy????? What was he thinking after all???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I have not told anyone as to how irritated i felt... I don expect him to even empathise with me.... Least he could have done is just lend an ear.... The worst thing is it scares me more when i think that he was the only person with whom i have been working will all this while and he has such an opinion about me! What if others at office also think the same way? But little do i care!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TO add on more... my manager says i add more value to the softer aspects of life! Wat the hell does he mean by that? He might know it better if he was girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, little do i care about what people think! sheer shitty world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am asking one question to myself.... &lt;st1:place&gt;Nan&lt;/st1:place&gt; nallavala kettavala??? (nayagan isshtyle);) ha ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever..... Am not bothered about what people think about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s- Blog is a place where i can talk freely... without any restrictions... with a lot of authority and freedom... So i can crib, curse and rave about anything in this world!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-358521510989527878?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/358521510989527878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=358521510989527878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/358521510989527878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/358521510989527878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-4883908343354420027</id><published>2008-06-26T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:08:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disclaimer: An attempt to write a poem after a very long time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;don know how it has come out........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its over an year now, a new kind of life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With different people with different backgrounds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So-called a “work place”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vivid remembrance of the first few days of people sharing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their experiences, joyous moments and adventures&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At their “second home”, long hours of work&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Loads of team work, loads of fun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sharing lighter moments at high pressure times&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surely, its not a joke!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year was filled with events,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Loads of new friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Loads of well wishers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lots of acquaintances&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Challenging, life is MADE hard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With only one intention&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make you stronger!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many lessons of life have been learnt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;More to go, and shall be a diligent student&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To all that life has to teach me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can’t stop from talking about this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inspiring, dare devil, enthusiasm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diligence, patience, efficient&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Admirable, rockstar, heroes…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are my colleagues!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been there observing them all quietly all these days!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whatever I am, Whatever I may be, Whatever I will be, it makes me feel proud to be associated with such group of people!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few things are easier to write rather than to tell. Few of them are easier to be felt. Its very difficult to describe in words. They are just INDESCRIBABLE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of the times I have just kept my mouth shut at my workplace, I wonder why?! This is something I have not told anyone except for very few of my friends. Wonder why! Wonder why! Am wondering!:) Lets all keep wondering why!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-4883908343354420027?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/4883908343354420027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=4883908343354420027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4883908343354420027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4883908343354420027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/06/disclaimer-attempt-to-write-poem-after.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6449913568190689940</id><published>2008-05-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:22:27.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear ______,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the reasons for me to have been alive most of the times... YOu have helped me to cool when i was tensed, when i was depressed, when i was irritated... you have given me  best of all thoughts to cherish..... you have been the reason for me to be what i am today.... my day completes only with a talk with you where we share all our thoughts and you make me feel so good. But the time has come when i wont be able to spend more time with you because of increasing commitments and change in priorities........  i know you are always there for me..... i will get back very soon... this is just a temporary phase... and am sure everything will get back to normalcy very soon.... i will miss you a lot till then....... i love you a lot!!!!!!! i really love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! muah!!!!!!!!!!&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;good bye sleep!!!!!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-6449913568190689940?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6449913568190689940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6449913568190689940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6449913568190689940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6449913568190689940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-you-have-been-reasons-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-3773899039286219214</id><published>2008-04-20T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:29:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rules of the game.......:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. people who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. at the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names. don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. if you fail to do this within eight hours, you will not reach third series or attain your most precious goals for at least two more lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am highly short tempered.... sometimes its better to stay away from me when i am not in good moods... I hate it when people don give me my space in relationships... Normally i will end up giving my piece of mind to them which will invariably be the last time they talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One good thing is off late i have stopped expecting things from people around me... Let them be however weird they wish to be. but i will be the way i am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am highly cranky once i warm up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love listening to any kind of music... more often people around me think that i am committed... but I am SINGLE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dream a lot............... About many many things................. its truly amazing to do that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don write well.. i know that... but i don know why i have this blog still on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. As ganesh said, i swear a lot these days for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my new found passion is caricatures..... learning to draw caricatures...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes the eight random facts about myself..............!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-3773899039286219214?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/3773899039286219214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=3773899039286219214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3773899039286219214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3773899039286219214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/04/rules-of-game.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-187295712362963288</id><published>2008-04-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:38:19.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a post graduate now!!!!!! Wondering how??? I have my B.Com degree with me right now... Plus i flew a pattam(kite) in the beach the other day.... so that gives me the edge of being a post graduate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two times* graduation = post graduation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two times * pattam(Kite or degree)=  post graduation..... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... I have lost it.... see ya later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-187295712362963288?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/187295712362963288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=187295712362963288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/187295712362963288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/187295712362963288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-post-graduate-now-wondering-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-4962785709471113757</id><published>2008-04-06T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:06:27.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The minute i touch the key board to type out a post these days, these are the few things which i automatically do...!!!&lt;br /&gt;ctrl+c&lt;br /&gt;ctrl+v&lt;br /&gt;Alt+e+s+v&lt;br /&gt;Now this i would call it as the over dosage of excel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seldom thought of why I end up cribbing so much on my blogs... In person i don crib this much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Adulthood.... Its a whole piece of shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate illiteracy and small children working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who are not genuine and  they just pretend to be something when they are actually not one!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music of any kind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to dance... Rather enjoy dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is some random thing which i am typing out.... bear with me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....  Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;For now thats all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-4962785709471113757?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/4962785709471113757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=4962785709471113757' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4962785709471113757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4962785709471113757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/04/minute-i-touch-key-board-to-type-out.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-693986977821082703</id><published>2008-03-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:32:13.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came like a breeze to whisper in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;That he loves me&lt;br /&gt;He very slightly lingered around my feet&lt;br /&gt;To play with me&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me many things&lt;br /&gt;Without uttering a word&lt;br /&gt;He threw open my hair&lt;br /&gt;Just to play around with it&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him is a treat&lt;br /&gt;And i know for sure that his beauty is plentiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats nature for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-693986977821082703?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/693986977821082703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=693986977821082703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/693986977821082703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/693986977821082703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-3096782228468263394</id><published>2008-03-18T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:15:13.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsHXNkidI/AAAAAAAAADc/qrGAfl4jJJ8/s1600-h/07032008152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsHXNkidI/AAAAAAAAADc/qrGAfl4jJJ8/s320/07032008152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180243607640377810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scenery 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsH3NkieI/AAAAAAAAADk/T6N3lPbpY18/s1600-h/07032008208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsH3NkieI/AAAAAAAAADk/T6N3lPbpY18/s320/07032008208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180243616230312418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scenery 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsIXNkifI/AAAAAAAAADs/yu9NqFCGmHM/s1600-h/07032008209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsIXNkifI/AAAAAAAAADs/yu9NqFCGmHM/s320/07032008209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180243624820247026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the suicide point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsI3NkigI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YEimehVhAJI/s1600-h/07032008210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsI3NkigI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YEimehVhAJI/s320/07032008210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180243633410181634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scenery 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsJHNkihI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aWsEJSzvH_o/s1600-h/07032008238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsJHNkihI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aWsEJSzvH_o/s320/07032008238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180243637705148946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Disco night ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long time awaited posted….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Atlast about the off site!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The word off site gives me enormous energy and am totally enthu for no reason. The major confusion is… from where do I start??? Now this is a question to be pondered over!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm… Ok.. Let me start of with the packing plan. (This post might end up being filled with names… here’s my disclaimer) After much introspection and last minute shopping(which I did), Lakshmi, Radhika and myself arrived at a fairly accepted wardrobe which was going assist us during the trip. We had a lot inhibition(god knows for what!). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday night- We boarded the train at sharp 8.30p.m.. As we started heading towards mettupalayam, we started playing cards. There were a lot of people playing cards (some of them betting money also.. OMG!!!!) However we did not play for any money as we were all amateurs. We played played and played… that’s what we did till one in the night. All thanks to Bilal who taught us the brilliant game of “fruits” or “kings” by whatever names it is called.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday morning- We reached mettupalayam at 6 in the morning. It was such a brilliant morning. It was dark, yet with very gentle rays touching us across. It was a refreshing and energizing morning. We had biscuits and tea/coffee and headed to the bus to reach our DESTINATION (THE place.. OOTCAMUND ). Oh, now comes the embarrassing part… The bus in which I was traveling got delayed solely because of me and my non stop puking! It was SHIT EMBARRASSING. After creating the much needed hype and after gaining the needed attention I finally allowed the rest of them to the sterling resort. We freshened ourselves, had super breakfast. Our plan was to go to Doottabetta or the suicide point. This place was the usual. The highlight was the horse riding. It was damn good. I was so tempted to go for the second time. But something disastrous could have happened. The horse on which I went for the ride for the second time was a angry one and it took revenge on me by almost getting into the bushes. Just the way Ross claims of this “near death experience” I proclaim that it was really a near death experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now comes one the major events of Ooty trip.. We had games games and more of games.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now few highlights…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dhenu, Monisha eating two big green chillies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neelanjana having the fag non stop(being a girl, I must say its an achievement)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And not to forget the war wounds… People leading the list&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Radhika&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Preethy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They had cut their hands while cuttings oranges for making the juice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Funnier moments&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The lemon and spoon game… The lemon was just not getting passed on. It was dropped by everyone of them and it was funny. More importantly it was more fun than funnier! (Hope you get what I say)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday night continued with dance, crazy dance, crazier dance and craziest dance… It was loads of fun… ( I consider dance to be the most fun part of my life and I must say I had awesome fun). After the dance and the dinner we headed to crash on the bed as we had had a very long tiring day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday morning- After the morning supper, we headed to the botanical garden. It was pleasant with the gentle breeze mixed with the warm rays of sun blowing on us and making us feel really good about the climate (atleast for a person from Chennai, such kind of change in climate is required). After the botanical garden the various photo shoots of plants and ferns, we had the boating at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Pykara&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was nothing eventful during boating except for the many photos which we clicked. Then it was the “Go karting time”. It was the first time for many of us… Few highlights&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vijay VS Radhika race(quite a tight competition I must say… )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bharat VS Vijay Gopal (super competition)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shiva VS Srini (unexpected bang for Shiva)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh ya… one must not forget Ajoy’s plan to leave me with the car no 29 which was the cause for all the banging which happened that day!(but never mind… it still was good fun..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The “almost dead souls” reached the sterling resort to get ready for the enetertainment night. We had “Karagatttam” for entertainment. What can I say? The man danced so well. He was amazingly graceful and most importantly, we picked a pin with his eye from a heap of sand with his karagam on his head without using his hands. It was truly brilliant. And fun part was we all got to dance with the Karagam once. So YIPPEEEE!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Followed by the karaoke night…. We had to sing… hmmm… I did get embarrassed for putting up an indecent show. But others did extremely well so I would say it was really good. The day was concluded by heating up the floor by dancing! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday morning- Like any other Sunday….. All of us took ample rest, Few of us played table tennis (or rather tennis.. as the ball was NOT touching the table at all). Atleast we made an attempt to learn it.. After lunch, we checked out to reach back to Chennai for next days work. The journey was again filled with games but all in a very sober mood as all of us had lost all our energy during the last two days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now this has been very a long post… too long a post… I totally agree..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But these are just snapshots…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have lots of things to be put down. But I shall stop for the moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-3096782228468263394?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/3096782228468263394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=3096782228468263394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3096782228468263394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3096782228468263394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-awaited-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R-PsHXNkidI/AAAAAAAAADc/qrGAfl4jJJ8/s72-c/07032008152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6421489362153607544</id><published>2008-03-11T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:51:23.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premature blogging...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R9a4NzwUujI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5rPdZwWsS5w/s1600-h/premature+blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R9a4NzwUujI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5rPdZwWsS5w/s320/premature+blogging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176527369079667250" 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/21471178-6421489362153607544?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6421489362153607544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6421489362153607544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6421489362153607544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6421489362153607544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R9a4NzwUujI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5rPdZwWsS5w/s72-c/premature+blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-4437400591556144300</id><published>2008-02-24T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:20:57.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After gaining a lot of self inspiration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is not much happening in my life apart from Sanmar interim audit. Evenings seems to be the hardest part of the day these days because i have NOTHING TO DO! Its driving me crazy. Driving me crazy is an understatement. I would do anything to kill the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my weekend till now... it has been great till now... yesterday we worked the whole day till six in the evening. Came back home around seven and my day by watching Rang de Basanthi on Set Max with a bite of Vegie delight and nestea for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday has been uneventful. It started off as usual with my dance class(after a long time, i danced danced danced to burn my excess energy which has been stalked up inside for almost three to four months!). It felt good. Feels a lot better. And my day continued with some office work which i had to do over the weekend. Now sitting and aimlessly attempting to write a post.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bored with the usual stuffs happening in life. To put it in other words, I don't  want to grow old. I don't want to become more matured and be serious all the time. I don't want to keep thinking before I utter a word. Its scary. Its a disgraceful and disheartening thing if a person does not have the freedom to voice out his/her opinion in this democratic country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side... I have reasons to be happy. Two of my friends have completed their first anniversary ever since they got committed. so.. YIPPEE!!! and one of them has  got a job as a journalist.... so here i go another time.. YIPPEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a question... Am I the only person cribbing about boredom? Am I abnormal and have i lost my senses or what? I have never found myself cribbing so much of life. Its getting too monotonous these days!!!! GOD HELP!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-4437400591556144300?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/4437400591556144300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=4437400591556144300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4437400591556144300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4437400591556144300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-gaining-lot-of-self-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-200390881478280406</id><published>2008-02-14T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:44:03.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is always a choice behind "being something". And my choice to fall in love with my life is only because of reading a particular blog. http://myindia2110.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone still be feeling  lost out in life? No way! give me a break! There need not be a reason to do something in my life. Just the will and plan- and thats all.. jus GO AHEAD DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats exactly what i am going to do! i love my LIFE! i am here to live and share it with the people around me! live for them and exprerience the eternal joy! its a pleasure to see the glitter in people s eyes when you they are happy with you. I would love to see and make them ahppy for all i know that keeping them happy will make me the happiest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, After seeing my review in the news paper, my mom was the most happiest person going around like a kid and showing it to people around very proudly. Looking at her happy makes me feel very special.. After all i have brought a smile in someone s life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-200390881478280406?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/200390881478280406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=200390881478280406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/200390881478280406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/200390881478280406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-always-choice-behind-being.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-1911362107596059706</id><published>2008-02-11T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:08:07.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterdays.... HUNGAMA!!! CRAZY TIME!!! wooossshh!!! what do I call that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome fun after some four months i guess... ultimate let out of thoughts.. bursting outi nto laughter for no good reason. Remebering old times, the funny things, embarrassing things, screwing up others in public just for the heck of fun, screaming, having balloon fights, licking all the chocolate cake with not even one drop left on the card board(well, DUH! noone can afford to miss the winners cake! its too too too good!)... throwing up a surprise for swats... talking about nonsensical things in life... giving  the best embarrassing toast to swat like never before( and she over reacting) We would have laughed like mad people yesterday... I was left with such a bad headache at the end of it all(cause i had never laughed that much for a lot of days)... talking endlessly about out cochin trip and the ("things we did there"... and Silku guy and his james bond mimicry... all coz of Kiran!) that reminds me of the yana kutti song... what an entertainment she was! absolute fun she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was not the only thing which happened during the weekend.. it had going to thiruvanmiyur beach with thi... again, we were lost... but whether she was blabbering more or I is a question to be pondered over... however, we did influence one childs life that day by suggesting names to his mom..(as thi said, we just hope it doesn curse us for suggesting names to his mom.. after it grows up(Obviously!))... we did talk a lot that day... the crab chasing with which thi was totally fascinated about... and how much i got nervous after i saw a drunk girl walking with one girl almost falling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this with my foot ache and my dance class... and ofcourse movies... and FRIENDS! how could i miss on those two???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How colorful life will be if we had such meets quite often!!! truly my day was made... awesome super duper fun! oh ya...!!! like in the previous posts, i wouldn say i was not teased or screwed in public.. i was the prey this time!!!!!still.. it was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-1911362107596059706?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/1911362107596059706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=1911362107596059706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1911362107596059706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1911362107596059706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5702470218826263361</id><published>2008-02-10T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:29:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from hibernation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to let people know that i am not dead. For quite sometime, i was "busy" with my so-called dance program rehearsals and office work etc etc(etc part shall not be revealed in public).&lt;br /&gt;The problem these days with blogging is that i am running out of topics to type out. Nothing is as inspiring and fascinating as before. Have i grown up? have i got more matured or what? whatever it is, i hate it! truly hate it, for the very reason that this is just not me. I was a person who never wanted any reason to appreciate and admire things. But now, my thoughts have become more materialistic... Its painful... The more and more i think about this,  it grows more i feel as though i am getting into the dark and ultimately feel lost. The curiosity pricks,(thats exactly whats happening with me ) but sometimes it scares me, what if i am not able to get back to normalcy after getting into that pitch dark world of endless and mindless thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, life is really going at great speed.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of learning as every day passes by and that inspires me. But its just not inspiring enough to write something on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. .WORDS OF WISDOM TO "SOMETHING".... ""SOMETHING", PLEASE DO SOMETHING TO INSPIRE ME"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5702470218826263361?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5702470218826263361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5702470218826263361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5702470218826263361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5702470218826263361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-from-hibernation_10.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-1744537305936307445</id><published>2008-01-17T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:44:47.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;friends........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, something banged on me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this self obsessed world little did I notice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I was badly hurt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A person ran up to me worried&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With eyes filled with concern &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heart filled with love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her touch proved it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The very moment, I fell in love with my life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Realized that someone cared about me than what I did,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Experienced the wholesome life which I was going to lead&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Backing me with every step of mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Letting me know that you are there for me always!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s when I realized that you are god’s very precious gift to me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall cherish you FOREVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-1744537305936307445?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/1744537305936307445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=1744537305936307445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1744537305936307445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1744537305936307445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5235031619464482153</id><published>2008-01-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:18:05.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Taare zameen par" zarroor hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_l7Ew7II/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y8gNGZDoxdA/s1600-h/taare-zameen-par-wallpaper-78047-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_l7Ew7II/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y8gNGZDoxdA/s320/taare-zameen-par-wallpaper-78047-5641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150569413341146242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_mbEw7JI/AAAAAAAAADA/rvA2Nhu54CU/s1600-h/Taare_20Zameen_20Par-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_mbEw7JI/AAAAAAAAADA/rvA2Nhu54CU/s320/Taare_20Zameen_20Par-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150569421931080850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_mbEw7KI/AAAAAAAAADI/cbbXzmMjsaM/s1600-h/still3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_mbEw7KI/AAAAAAAAADI/cbbXzmMjsaM/s320/still3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150569421931080866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will i have to say about a movie which is amazingly stunning, which kept me crying through out the movie, which is a true inspiration and a true eye opener for all those people who are not aware about dyslexia. A brilliant story with powerful cast and super screenplay which keeps us glued to the seats for full three hours. The story is just too real to be true. Its a mirror reflection of the life of many kids and it stirs our memory lane to the good or bad old days(somewhere, something, sometime ... the thoughts need not be related to the dyslexia... but still it does affect!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when i was watching the movie, i was able recollect few memories.. when i was in college i got a chance to work in a autistic school for special children, "V-Excel" for about a month. Frankly speaking the first day i met them, it was just too hard for me to digest the fact that god has created them in that way. They are like any other normal kid, but those kids need lots of more attention, love, encouragement, support and affection. Worst part is when they dont get the love which they need. thats when they grow wild and their lives stand to be royally screwed.  In most cases its the society and most importantly the parents who demoralize the child just because the kid is not studying good enough to get into an engineering college or a medical colleges. I have seen parents openly cursing their kids when they leave their child to the school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attractive part of those kids are they are just too innocent and ultimately cooperating. Over a period of time, i felt that those kids had greater aspirations in life than what a normal common man would normally have! The grit and the confidence which they possess is truly amazing! they truly are winners! they have that zeal to achieve high! aim higher, set new records and create something OUT OF THE BOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all the kids on earth and all should have a great life ahead coz they deserve the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5235031619464482153?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5235031619464482153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5235031619464482153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5235031619464482153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5235031619464482153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2008/01/taare-zameen-par-zarroor-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R3p_l7Ew7II/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y8gNGZDoxdA/s72-c/taare-zameen-par-wallpaper-78047-5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-4653293857931265270</id><published>2007-12-07T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T06:02:15.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>halla gullah mullah kullah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a usual Friday afternoon. We packed ourselves into a bus and a tempo heading to a resort called GRT Temple bay. It took around one and half hours to get there. The journey was good too. Air conditioned Air buss with all kinds of songs sung by us and the dances of few of the guys were very entertaining! The very minute we reached there, everyone had settled in the party mood. but that needed some warm ups to be done(thats how playing games like volley ball and kings helped them) considering me, and my association with games, it was too very difficult for me to get over there and play without disappointing the people who were already playing over there! and the important thing was they were genuinely playing good. But the rest of us had the utmost pleasure standing in the waters.. after all beaches are meant for that!!! long walks along the coastline is probably the most wonderful thing that can happen. it does not matter whether you have a good company to talk to or u r alone. the only two things which matter are the cool waters touching ur feet every now and then and ofcourse the beautiful limitless open sky which has innumerous to tell every other minute! oh well.. did u think i didnt have company? then u r wrong! i did have company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R1rrr-qOC0I/AAAAAAAAACw/nzwqyFS_EzU/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R1rrr-qOC0I/AAAAAAAAACw/nzwqyFS_EzU/s320/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141681065383824194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         (me and rad walking along the coast with our endless chats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was followed by the tug of war... which i would call as the "team event". after a little bit of freshening up ourselves after that refreshing walk(intended oxymoron) we had along coastline we headed to the&lt;br /&gt;bon fire! most expected event of the evening. this was fun mainly because it involved damaging each and everyone at the sametime playing the "people tambola "game. oh.. by the way.. i came second in the full house. the best part of this game was i did not get damaged in the process! so yyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! good for me u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to the heated dance floor to heat it even more! and it did get heated up in no time. we went crazy! its quite possible to have seen normal people go crazy, but it was the first time to see crazy people getting crazily crazy! it was fun! (hmmmm fun is an understatement... am out of adjectives.. so lets just leave it there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the soft drink and beer competition! never in my life had i drank one bottle of sprite in one shot! so now my throat has gone for a real toss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some three hours of heavy dancing, we reached food place like hungry wolves and started hogging endlessly! by this time all of us were very tired! and all we could do was to just search for a bed around us and sleep off! came back home aroung 12.30. it was fun! people were really good, very sweet. very concerned and caring. the most important of all things is to make us feel so special about the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... now comes the best part.... EY s culture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work Hard...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARTY HARDER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-4653293857931265270?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/4653293857931265270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=4653293857931265270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4653293857931265270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4653293857931265270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/12/halla-gullah-mullah-kullah-it-was-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/R1rrr-qOC0I/AAAAAAAAACw/nzwqyFS_EzU/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-3527011051053198041</id><published>2007-11-27T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:12:27.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My latest one liner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is situational... here goes the situation. My mom was asking my brother to pour water into the drum and as usual he was evading it for past three days. My worried father came up and asked whether paani(water) had come(we use that can water for drinking.. thats the underlying funda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i speak out...: vaani thaan varanum... paani(water) vandachu...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other one liners of mine from the past...:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bad donkeys small wall&lt;br /&gt;2. Donkeys don know camphor smell... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... don throw stones at me!!!!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-3527011051053198041?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/3527011051053198041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=3527011051053198041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3527011051053198041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3527011051053198041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-latest-one-liner-this-is-situational.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-9121652013092996968</id><published>2007-11-16T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:53:49.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did u know???? Well i am sure you will not be knowing about it! trust me you would have know about it! Its challenging, Exciting and also SCARY! he he... trying hard to find what it is eh? i bet you will fail miserably! so my advice don think hard. hmmm ok.. before you kick me i shall tell you what it is all about! i just came to know that we will be evaluated based on our performance! now may be you might not be scared because you are sitting on the other side of the table! but i am scared! still... I have to give a good show!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find work really good these days! hmmm so thats really good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... by the way! the first song i choreographed was staged before on stage by my dance teacher! was excited! first attempt. but it was good for a first attempt!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. -  I had lost my senses when i wrote the above post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-9121652013092996968?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/9121652013092996968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=9121652013092996968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/9121652013092996968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/9121652013092996968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-u-know-well-i-am-sure-you-will-not.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6512479916411827251</id><published>2007-10-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:44:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E Y life.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is probably the first time I am going to write about my new lease of life in detail. I have written about my excitement and all before but have not told about what. So here I go… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, Ernst and Young… one of the big fours.. established in… oh crap! I shall not bore you with history. But let me get into the business fast. I am excited and thrilled for the mere fact that this is my first work place. I am going to spend a minimum of three years here at Ernst and Young( form now E&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Y). before I joined E Y, I should say that I was so sure that I will not get into any big fours especially with the kind of marks I had got! So, with that very note of my shocked and excited note, i shall continue...! Now, this might have sounded a lie to you, but I am not bothered! Well, I am right now in to the firm and its more than a month now. I should admit that life has been amazing as of now! Loads of work, loads of responsibility (though as of now, I have not been given much of responsibility), loads of fun! That’s sums up my day! Its nice. I have just started reading and learning things about which I am not aware off! And I have people walking up to me and telling that they are there for me and another group of people who say thanks for each and everything I do! Its too sweet of them to be this considerate! Though some of them are professional, and  work means everything to them! Now this is just a sample of what E Y has. Rest is yet to come. One of my managers told all the new joiners once… “ extraordinary things can be done only by stretching oneself unreasonably” how true is that statement! I have been wondering that ever since he has told that! People out here are workaholics! They work so much and they never crib about it! That shows their passion for work!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a professional yet a friendly environment to work in! truly amazing! You should get in here to experience the difference!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-6512479916411827251?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6512479916411827251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6512479916411827251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6512479916411827251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6512479916411827251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-y-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7348481671818071463</id><published>2007-09-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:44:58.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the new world!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying myself to the maximum extent by just merely getting lost in the amount of work i have infront of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. one more thing!!! I am loving what i am doing right now!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7348481671818071463?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7348481671818071463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7348481671818071463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7348481671818071463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7348481671818071463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-new-world-enjoying-myself-to-maximum.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7053825765594805882</id><published>2007-09-20T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:09:45.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The professional life!!! huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i start??? My new office(refer to previous post) is a good place with super ambience, facilities, employees etc etc... ultimate professionalism.. though i like it.... its may be my lesson from the last experience not to get too attached or close with anyone. it does take a huge deal of emotional turmoil to get out of the practise of talking or keeping in touch with a person with whomm probably you might have been talking hours together. as a matter of fact even if we do an audit with a person for a month or so, we unknowingly start sharing a bond with that person and when we move on to a different audit, we will find it a different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but frankly, see, i am also a normal human being who enjoys certain things. however if things dont work out the way i want it to work, i have decided to give its way! after all i have really learnt it the hard way! really the hard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever i go, whatever i do, whenever i see, i come across that whenever a girl talks with a guy or a guy talks with a girl, it is surely followed by a teasing session. now there are two sides to this. the healthier side is when the teasing is done playfully and directly. it helps in striking a bond with people around you. but the unhealthier or rather the scary side is when it is done at the back! when it remains as a gossip!!! its crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the reason why i am apprehensive about talking to guys. first of all, its very easy to get into controversies but too difficult to prove that you are genuine to anyone because its a very very very bad world out there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7053825765594805882?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7053825765594805882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7053825765594805882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7053825765594805882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7053825765594805882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/professional-life-huh-where-do-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-3766352791406951557</id><published>2007-09-17T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:50:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now something about E &amp;amp; Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!!! i have got into Ernst and Young. but the fact remains that i still remain clueless as to how they picked me out from the hundred other applicants who sure would have got better marks. now, this is no sign of modesty or underplay but the point is i had absolutely no recommendation, absolutely bad marks. i had just got 50% to clear it! and there will be many more people who are better talented than me to get into such esteemed organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now after that brief introduction, i want to say about the induction day.. that is the first day! to start of, as always, it started of well... looking forward... with my heart filled with remains of memories of my past!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;organisation with cream of people working there(except me).. hoping to learn atleast something and reciporcate it to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-3766352791406951557?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/3766352791406951557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=3766352791406951557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3766352791406951557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3766352791406951557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-something-about-e-y-oh-ya-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-903323096341771072</id><published>2007-09-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:34:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DDDDDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY(i wish i had the options of using smileys.. then i woud have used the one with the heart by its side.... i am happy.. dreamy.. floaty... basically in a nice "mood"... yesterday i read a post on moods by my frnd where she has written about how the whole idea of "mood" is conceived and how it is taken as an escaping statement for anything and everything these days. Then i sat down to think how true it was. we take the the name of mood for anything and everything we do with out even thinking that its we who are controlling our moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, coming back to my post... i am dreamy today.. in contrast to all the depressing, lonely, boring, crappy posts. today i feel a lot light and happy... its nice to stay this way.. without any worries without heavy heart.... but neverthless it will not stay this way... for the past two hours my brain is flooded with thoughts, memories, conversations etc etc. it feels good if u know that u mean something to someone. it makes you even more glad if u come to know that u have made any difference in anyones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have been sitting and dreaming for hours today... laughing to myself... feeling good about people around me.. respecting them more than what i would do to myself... coz it was only a while ago did i realise that they are very precious..... now coming to the part of all the stupid sweet thoughts i have been getting today, the best part is that i have laughed it all... but if u are looking out for personal details? then this sure is not the place.. its truly censored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wildy inspired by the conversations i had with three of my frnds. one friend told me that he/she missed me a lot and talking with him/her gave me utmost comfort and satisfaction. a feeling which a baby will get when it comes into the warm hands of its mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next on was actually a gtalk conversation... he is nice... different... nutty.. cranky... fun... absolutely caring sweetheart.. one of the best frnds i can ever ask for.. making me laugh all over and over again for all his jokes... one of the best ones... all the late night yapping spicing up my nights and next day early mornings... he makes me wonder about the various princples and values of life... we may be a bit different but yet we both are the same.... when i told him that he has inspired me, he said i am aristotle!!!! hmmm.... wat do i tell ??? well, thats what he is... nutty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;third one told me that i was very special and dear... could i have asked for a better day???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two quotes which i liked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-903323096341771072?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/903323096341771072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=903323096341771072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/903323096341771072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/903323096341771072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/ddddddddddddrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-8459079886812354942</id><published>2007-09-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:13:43.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orkut!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole purpose of orkut was to connect people and help in providing better communication, long standing relationship, good rapport and refreshing old relationships... but has it paid to the purposes specified above???? it has given way to more and more problems only!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word orkut makes me go mad.... i am bored of orkutting... i dont have a point in staying on orkut when i have touch with those people i want to be with and when i can reach them on their mobile or land line numbers! With all the nuisance coming up on orkut like the fake profiles, porn communities, abusive scraps and the most recent one like blackmail calls... the whole point of orkut is lost. now that orkut has innumerous users, many of the profiles are getting deleted outrightly. but with this i thought people will stop getting into such online groups. but shutting down of orkut has led to increase in the number of these kinds of sites only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.- i do agree that previously i used to spend hell a lot of time on orkkut!!! actually i wasted a lot of time! but i don do it anymore...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-8459079886812354942?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/8459079886812354942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=8459079886812354942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8459079886812354942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8459079886812354942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/orkut-whole-purpose-of-orkut-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-946296012114614005</id><published>2007-09-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:50:09.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Customs are something which I hate! One thing which I am always against is to the fact that women succumb to the demands of a man! There has been N number of cases where I have seen the lady of the family let go of their career or stagnate their career and future for the sake of the family! Now the question is why should the lady do? The man also has equal interest in the family. It is still a male dominated society!!!! Whether they give 33% rights or not it is still a male dominated society! A woman is called the “weaker sex”. But to break the records I saw a news report on how a girl who was raped when she was in her teens has saved many more girls and children from the being sex workers and she has started a school all by herself! Now this speaks volumes about what a woman can do! Still she is called the “home maker” many take pride in telling that! I don say that its shameful to tell that! But when a person is capable of creating wonders then why should she waste that and forego her interest for her family! She can do things zillions things at a time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One question which I was asking my mother today evening was that “why is it that a girl born in the family is never considered to be the property of that family and that there is always a reference made to her as the one who is going to move out of the family. Agreed that she is moving out at a later date but still why that name badge is given to her ever since she is born! Atleast in my case for the past 20years I have been referred as that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trust me its painful! And why is it that the daughters have to move out of the family??? There are zillion cases in which male children just put their parents in some random old age homes. Why don’t parents depend on girls for help and their security? Why don’t they consider daughters to be a part of their family???????????????? Why ? why? Why???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-946296012114614005?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/946296012114614005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=946296012114614005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/946296012114614005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/946296012114614005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/customs-are-something-which-i-hate-one.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7591780333025286277</id><published>2007-09-01T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:53:14.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to be alone! I wanna shun myself from the outside world! Truly alone alone to myself! I don want to see a thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daily in the mornings I HATE to wake up because I have to see people and talk to them. I HATE to go to office because people are fake and not true! I HATE to go to yoga class because they are not nice. I HATE to go to dance class because there is so much of politics and back biting which I don’t want to even hear but I am made to hear about! By the time I come back home I go overboard with all the gossips which I carry about people and feel so drained off! What a life it is! A machine-like life! LIFE SUCKS TRULY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wake in the hope of atleast meeting one genuine person on this earth! Will I find one? Or will I just keep searching and finally a day will come when my life will end and still I will just keep looking out for a genuine person! I am tired of this whole concept of “pretend to be” “ smile like” “laugh like” “talk like” “ appear to be”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many a times I have thought that I want a friend for life time. But it has never been that way! Whenever I get to know a particular person a little better they are taken away! I am tired of searching for friends! For finding one person who is nice and sweet it takes me a wholesome amount of time and I also have to bombard with infinite amount of people, have loads of bad experiences, hate people, hate myself! Now the question is, is all the effort put worth??? I want more friends! More people who talk their mind and not “pretend to be”. It scares the shit out of me when I see people pretending to be something else!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will I ever get to see someone genuine!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7591780333025286277?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7591780333025286277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7591780333025286277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7591780333025286277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7591780333025286277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-to-be-alone-i-wanna-shun-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5260701789882164917</id><published>2007-08-09T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:06:36.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do we have a choice to be called the way we want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. not really.. check out this.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070808/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_newzealand_name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5260701789882164917?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5260701789882164917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5260701789882164917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5260701789882164917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5260701789882164917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-we-have-choice-to-be-called-way-we_09.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-654643474406008166</id><published>2007-07-31T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:05:24.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning i woke up with a shake. I had a dream as to how i miss my friend. Now i realise how its just not a dream only. Its more than that! its reality! Its hard to take. All the sudden visits to Vandana towers is all over.... all chatting merily for hours in the near by park is over..  all the intellectual and stupid talks are all over.... End of era!!! All my friends who were like the small and the big world i would have thought of till now have all started hunting for their own lives. Same is the case with me! Still it hurts! Now one of them have gone to banglore for her journalism course. What do i say? She may not be able to understand how much i miss her! Three of my others friends are working in audit firms whom i rarely get to meet! Now this is what i call CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is so painful yet its beautiful and powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss u shil....... (one post specially for you... because i cannot control it... just wanted to tell someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big hug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh..! i just realised that we have all grown up! cha... i hate this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-654643474406008166?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/654643474406008166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=654643474406008166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/654643474406008166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/654643474406008166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-morning-i-woke-up-with-shake.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-871203331495013004</id><published>2007-07-31T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:25:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do u believe in platonic relations?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe in it and have experienced it couple of times. To put precise I have loads of guy friends. Frankly I am jabbering person and I can go on talking with any person non stop with out making any sense to anyone. Now the question is whether platonic relationships exist or not… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some random thoughts…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“They exist… but I dunno whether I have had any….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I have experienced them and they sure exist!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“They don exist … whats the necessity of a girl to have relationship with a guy or vice versa when she can share many more things with the person in the same gender”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In this world, noone can be independent and self sufficient! Its always good to have friends in the opposite sex so that many things which cannot be told to the person in the same sex can be told to the person in the opposite sex”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have posted many posts on my friends who are girls but never thought of posting on the others…. So here it goes…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each one of us will have our own comfort zone with each person and it varies with each person. Although it varies with each and every person, I mean the degree of closeness. But I have always found a transparency in friendships with a guy which is very rare to find with girls. The transparency in friendship with girls is not possible because sometimes they are unbelievably secretive. It’s too hard to predict what they think and feel about you. As far as guys are concerned, jus sit in front of them and break open the thing which is breaking your head and spontaneously u will get an answer and that’s the hard truth. Now it all depends on how strong you are to mentally take the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few are truly cool friends that they go to any extent of helping me out. few are hesitant enough to do anything, yet they are sweet and good friend! Now what do I say, they will be nice only because they have got a person like me!!!( ok.. i get that eggs and tomatoes are outside my room door.. i shall stop it before u start throwing!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frankly speaking, except for some handful of people who are my best friends I can declare that I have failed to maintain transparency with friends who are girls.! However that’s not the case with the guy friends!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I have to be happy or sad???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-871203331495013004?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/871203331495013004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=871203331495013004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/871203331495013004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/871203331495013004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-u-believe-in-platonic-relations-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5083227949177935249</id><published>2007-07-18T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:16:31.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A day when I felt I was special to many many people who were around me. It meant a lot to me when I spoke with those friends of mine who were absolutely scared than me… oh ya! I am talking about the same marks stuff! The minute I sent message to people that I cleared.. I got calls.. more calls.. much more and many more… few of them giving a sigh of relief, a few shedding tears of happiness, and many congratulating! It feels good when we come to know that there are people to care for us and share our happiness! It was like conquering half of mount everest! Now that half is done the other half will be much more a rough ride! So getting ready for that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way, my day was made that day!:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5083227949177935249?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5083227949177935249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5083227949177935249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5083227949177935249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5083227949177935249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-when-i-felt-i-was-special-to-many.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-2993668690156058598</id><published>2007-07-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:57:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Final Bliss of air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there came the news that I cleared PE-2( for all those who are not aware of it, its the chartered accountancy course second level)...! Am glad about it!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-2993668690156058598?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/2993668690156058598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=2993668690156058598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/2993668690156058598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/2993668690156058598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/07/final-bliss-of-air.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-853979755415201436</id><published>2007-07-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:55:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3bVzMaAI/AAAAAAAAACI/8-keSCp9sAs/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082302753591289858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3bVzMaAI/AAAAAAAAACI/8-keSCp9sAs/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at the pic... brde hitting the groom with garland;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3blzMaBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tTlEtT5nY_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082302757886257170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3blzMaBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tTlEtT5nY_Q/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just before the thali scene;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3b1zMaCI/AAAAAAAAACY/sM8yC6cg3Vk/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082302762181224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3b1zMaCI/AAAAAAAAACY/sM8yC6cg3Vk/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ammi medhichu arundhdhi parthu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3cFzMaDI/AAAAAAAAACg/VjMybbdikK8/s1600-h/P3080076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082302766476191794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3cFzMaDI/AAAAAAAAACg/VjMybbdikK8/s320/P3080076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wow... mehendi.... looks beautiful:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3cVzMaEI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hgk8iDfR644/s1600-h/P3090217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082302770771159106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3cVzMaEI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hgk8iDfR644/s320/P3090217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grooms kasi yatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding s are made in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Customs are made by human beings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I start? What do I write?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused. A few days back, I was one of those ignorant fools who didn’t believe in the elaborate customs involved in marriage. Little did I know that one marriage could change the whole perspective about my opinion on weddings. Just a week ago, my cousin got married. It was loads of fun. Fun is an understatement. While I am typing out this post loads of confusions running around in my small brains…&lt;br /&gt;So finally decided to give snap shots of what happened in the marriage….. and one disclaimer is the pics r not in the chronological order.. forgive me for that.. its the mistake of my blog.. its not uploading pics in the same order:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-853979755415201436?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/853979755415201436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=853979755415201436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/853979755415201436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/853979755415201436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/07/look-at-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/Rof3bVzMaAI/AAAAAAAAACI/8-keSCp9sAs/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5018022816377878663</id><published>2007-06-16T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:05:29.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conflict for identity……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started going to school, people have asked whether I was “not a hindu” and I have been very kind enough to explain them my back ground(inspite of which many were NOT supposedly satisfied by that fact)… this is may be because “truth is bitter”. Very recently, may be three days back, a lady from saber pens private limited(the place I go for audit these days), she asked me whether I was a north Indian! I wondered! Do I even remotely resemble like a north Indian? No! I have many reasons as to why I don’t resemble one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don wear JILL JILL eye glaring jewels&lt;br /&gt;I will never talk in hindi because I have a very big inferiority complex when it comes to talking in hindi&lt;br /&gt;I don’t resemble one because I am not one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday one girl asked me whether I was a Christian… I said no. then I was thinking of all possible Christian names which I would have had if I was one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivedita Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;Nivedita joseph&lt;br /&gt;Nivedita Ralph&lt;br /&gt;Nivedita daniel&lt;br /&gt;does this sound good???? no...!!!! nivedita N sounds perfect!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I cant think of any other Christian names… though I have many Christian friends cant take too much of efforts to think and type. Ofcourse I do agree that I am a lazy bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, people have asked me whether I am a Christian, muslim, hindu non Brahmin, hindu Brahmin(iyengar) etc etc but for the real thing. Anyways me first a Indian and then only all of these…(touch panniten illa???) ha ha… oh ya..!!!i am happy to have this track record because that will help people to feel at home with me!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- the author is not responsible if this article has made u go crazy after reading this article!!!!&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.- thanks a lot for showing so much patience in reading this article..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5018022816377878663?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5018022816377878663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5018022816377878663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5018022816377878663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5018022816377878663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/06/conflict-for-identity-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6912621260382331146</id><published>2007-06-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:48:14.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9cMGRdGI/AAAAAAAAABo/R5QrN1HoJlM/s1600-h/QURAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075976178260604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9cMGRdGI/AAAAAAAAABo/R5QrN1HoJlM/s320/QURAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9ccGRdHI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgbj5lI-AoI/s1600-h/Jainism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075976182555571314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9ccGRdHI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgbj5lI-AoI/s320/Jainism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9ccGRdII/AAAAAAAAAB4/w39KMJFwNt8/s1600-h/big_budha_koh_sam_galleryfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075976182555571330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9ccGRdII/AAAAAAAAAB4/w39KMJFwNt8/s320/big_budha_koh_sam_galleryfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9csGRdJI/AAAAAAAAACA/J1jeflCE7to/s1600-h/ganapathi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075976186850538642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9csGRdJI/AAAAAAAAACA/J1jeflCE7to/s320/ganapathi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything called god??? I asked myself this question and this is what I finally arrived at. The theory goes like this. I would call myself to be a agnostic. I do believe that there is something called destiny and that destiny is created only by us. Noone else! And this is exactly what I do if I want to feel the existence of god, I see it in the people around me. The people whom we meet in day to day life are not some random thing which is happening. We learn something or the other good or bad (well there is nothing like good or bad.. it just depends on whether u r comfortable doing it or not…) inspiring or admirable or adorable people with whom we might feel comfortable or uncomfortable or irritated etc. Now its up to us to choose with whom we want to be and whether we are comfortable in that company. I believe that that person who make me cry or disturbed is that god is trying to test my faith on him (now the god is truly the person who is making me cry). And the person who stands by me and says “come on u ass, get up and do something about it instead of cribbing” this is where the god is helping me get out of the problem. There is an old saying which means “god tests his devotees but never leaves them”. And if at all anyone is going to leave you in the process, then it means they were never yours. I have had many problems in my life too in which I have had people unexpectedly helping me out of the blue. I consider them to be god and they are very near to my heart. Over the period of time that list has become so big so big so big that it’s difficult to list all their names, but they come under one category "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another theory goes like this… each of our soul is god. All our souls are one but its just the character of each one of us which makes us look different. So if we swear anyone, it means we are swearing ourselves. And by the way, why would anyone swear themselves? (Considering the fact that everyone feels that they are the perfect souls on earth!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t say that my way of thinking is only correct or is also correct.. not justifying anything. This is my understanding about god and of course it gives me immense pleasure when I do certain dance items where its more of a conversation between two souls. One of my favourite verse is from a song called sri charka raja in that song a very moving line is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ullagam muzhuvadum endhan aga murai kanavum”&lt;br /&gt;which mean let the rest of the world look at my inner heart rather than the outer beauty which is just skin deep!!!&lt;br /&gt;What a line?!? Wow…. Can sink into such songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.- thankooo shil babe...!!!! super topic:) hug!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-6912621260382331146?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6912621260382331146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6912621260382331146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6912621260382331146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6912621260382331146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-there-anything-called-god-i-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RnF9cMGRdGI/AAAAAAAAABo/R5QrN1HoJlM/s72-c/QURAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5409487379878678103</id><published>2007-06-09T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:27:17.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi blogeees(blogmates)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very long time since I posted anything! Feeling guilty. But cant really help it because of the work I have joined very recently. Yeah! I am working in an audit firm.Now about the job.. I am not good at accounts for I know for sure that I will do atleast one silly mistake even in a simple problem. So when I am going for auditing other companies accounts and when I find some mistake it feels really good because it gives me some satisfaction that I also know a bit of accounts. This post is not going to be long. I am too lazy to type it out. Just wanted to tell that I am still alive to those people who read my blog ( if at all anyone reads it except for those people whom I know):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5409487379878678103?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5409487379878678103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5409487379878678103' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5409487379878678103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5409487379878678103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-blogeeesblogmates-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7920056485880597954</id><published>2007-06-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:43:09.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RmBai8R3ovI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkUham_bJeo/s1600-h/turner_helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071152736762307314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RmBai8R3ovI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkUham_bJeo/s320/turner_helmet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cannon-bmw.co.uk/cannon/images/Equipment/System%205%20helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cannon-bmw.co.uk/cannon/images/Equipment/System%205%20helmet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wat crap?!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmets??? Why god? Why??? Worst thing that can ever happen!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7920056485880597954?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7920056485880597954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7920056485880597954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7920056485880597954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7920056485880597954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/06/wat-crap-helmets-why-god-why-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RmBai8R3ovI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkUham_bJeo/s72-c/turner_helmet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-9172605966501076958</id><published>2007-05-10T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:39:02.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opportunity cost in having a boyfriend/girlfriend!(look at the commerce students brain!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: All might not be applicable to you, some may apply and some may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Too much off attachment towards a person.&lt;br /&gt;2.long hours on phone with the other person ( late night talks)&lt;br /&gt;3.lack of sleep or sleeping in afternoons (don ask me whether talking with friends late night is good? Even if u ask, I would say it’s good because they don talk anything mushy which makes u have a sleepless night!)&lt;br /&gt;4.thinking that person is the end of your world&lt;br /&gt;5.losing individuality (utter stupidity)&lt;br /&gt;6.neglecting friends (friends are not losing, u r losing)&lt;br /&gt;7.Overdoing things towards that person (whats the need?)&lt;br /&gt;8.Giving a call after walking down ten yards from your house telling the other person that I have walked down (come on! This is heights! As if all these years you have informed someone about every damn thing!)&lt;br /&gt;9.guys don’t want to get into commitment&lt;br /&gt;10.giving a update of what happened everyday in the night! (please, give my space man! Even before marriage, so many QUESTIONS! Gawd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude, three cheers to being single!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- was intended to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-9172605966501076958?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/9172605966501076958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=9172605966501076958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/9172605966501076958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/9172605966501076958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/05/opportunity-cost-in-having.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5386051354506564609</id><published>2007-05-10T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:15:50.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a test post letting the world know that i am still alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5386051354506564609?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5386051354506564609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5386051354506564609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5386051354506564609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5386051354506564609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/05/ding-test-post-letting-world-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-6869831838606160251</id><published>2007-04-10T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:41:00.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RhvaKEuNpgI/AAAAAAAAABM/KZZH5DDoUfE/s1600-h/mat+saying.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051871273627264514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RhvaKEuNpgI/AAAAAAAAABM/KZZH5DDoUfE/s320/mat+saying.GIF" 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/21471178-6869831838606160251?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/6869831838606160251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=6869831838606160251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6869831838606160251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/6869831838606160251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RhvaKEuNpgI/AAAAAAAAABM/KZZH5DDoUfE/s72-c/mat+saying.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-372637667232822095</id><published>2007-04-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:26:19.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Were you named after anyone? No&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wish on stars? nope&lt;br /&gt;3. When did you last cry? Three months back&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your handwriting? Hate it!&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite meat? I don eat chicken&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf? My dance prograM cds because I feel awkward to see myself on videos&lt;br /&gt;7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Yes&lt;br /&gt;8.Are you a daredevil? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you release anger? Screaming.. shouting at the person with whom I am angry&lt;br /&gt;10. Where is your second home? Pavi s house or bessy&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you trust others easily? Kinda yes&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your favourite toy as a child? Don’t remember whether I used to play with dolls much because I used to play a lot with my cousin who was of my age and we were playing games like teacher teacher most of the time…!&lt;br /&gt;13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless? Environtmental science&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah I do!&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit? No.16. What do you look for in a guy/girl? Hmmm…. How simple they are!&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you bungee jump? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I don’t wear shoes these days&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favourite ice cream? Casata… ever since I was born!&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your favourite colours? Red, black, white&lt;br /&gt;21. What are your least favourite things? Doing certain things in the name of socialing with people. I would like to be myself, let people like me for that and not for any status thingy and all…. All a pretence…!&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people do you have a crush on right now? Hmmm… one!&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you miss most right now? Hmmm…. Noone as of now&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to right now? Katrin mozhi- mozhi&lt;br /&gt;25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? red&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the weather like right now? Very hot!&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person you talked to on the phone? ssupriya&lt;br /&gt;28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their attitude&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like the person who sent you this? Dunno who this person is.. I just flicked it because I liked the tag and have been longing to do one for a long time&lt;br /&gt;30. How are you today? As usual cool&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite non alcoholic drink? Anything but aerated drinks&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink alcohol&lt;br /&gt;33. Natural hair colour? Black&lt;br /&gt;34. Eye colour? Black&lt;br /&gt;35. Wear contacts? nope&lt;br /&gt;36. Siblings? Yes&lt;br /&gt;37. Favourite month? May&lt;br /&gt;38. Favourite food? Dosa anyday!&lt;br /&gt;39. Favourite day of the year? God! I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out? No. but never wanted to ask anyone out though&lt;br /&gt;41. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings better&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer or winter? Winter&lt;br /&gt;43. Holi or Diwali? Deepavali.&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like your name? ya. The best thing about me!&lt;br /&gt; 45. What book/magazine are you reading? A beautiful mind( autobiography of john nash)&lt;br /&gt;46. What's on your mouse pad? Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;47. What did you watch on TV last night? Didn’t see TV last night&lt;br /&gt;48. Favourite Smell? Smell of rain&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone? Not experienced it yet!&lt;br /&gt;50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done? Finishing this tag!&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to tag: Anybody who is bored enough to do this????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-372637667232822095?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/372637667232822095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=372637667232822095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/372637667232822095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/372637667232822095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-5382617577985416656</id><published>2007-03-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:02:53.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they occur? I get dreams when I don want them! They just come from nowhere yet with a bang to give me all kinds of excitement and scary thoughts. That’s when I realize that there is a very very scary side of me which is letting my thoughts wander to that extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get weirdest of all dreams mostly with those friends who are very close to me and not so close friends. In my dreams those people who come in my dream, knows anything and everything about the other person, though they aren’t even aware about their existence in real life. This really fascinates me! Isn’t this fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of three dreams right now. First one was about my death. Actually the dream started only after I died and how people were crying and few were laughing because I am no more! And when they were taking me to the cremation ground they pass through a bridge and due to lack of balance they drop me off in a river! And .. and… I don remember because I was woken up!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one is probably the funniest1 and the funniest part is “I am having a boyfriend in that”! ok.. cut down on the imaginations.. I was not making out and all. The dream was as clean and decent as I am!:)  just the thought that I was having a boyfriend was funny for me to keep me laughing for the next two days! And I don remember that unfortunate guy’s face! Lucky for that imaginary guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is my favourite! I am in the jail! I have been sentenced a 1 year stay in jail for violating the traffic rules! And I am put among those people have killed and looted and done many more things. Oh ya! Two of my not-so-good friends where also there. The jailer was being very nice to me and he was the only nice part. This dream surely had many scary things because I haven seen any burglars in person and for me to see such people in dream was real big thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-5382617577985416656?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/5382617577985416656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=5382617577985416656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5382617577985416656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/5382617577985416656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreams-why-do-they-occur-i-get-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-8884343105584989689</id><published>2007-03-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:04:58.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the lyrics of a song which i feel that it has the deepest meaning abt the human kind and languages!i didn download it... wrote it from the song itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrin mozhi oliya isaiya&lt;br /&gt;Poovin mozhi nirama mananama&lt;br /&gt;Kadalin mozhi alaiya nuraiya&lt;br /&gt;Kadhal mozhi vizhiya idazha&lt;br /&gt;Iyarkaiyin mozhigal purindhuvidu&lt;br /&gt;Manidarin mozhigal thevaillai&lt;br /&gt;Idhayathin mozhi purindhuvidu&lt;br /&gt;Manidarin mozhigal thevaillai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katru visum podhu disaigal kidaiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;Kadhal pesum podu mozhigal kidaiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;Pesum varthai pola mounam puriyadhu&lt;br /&gt;Kangal pesum varthai kadavul ariyadhu&lt;br /&gt;Ulava therya katrukku oruvam theta mudiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;Kadhal pesum mozhiellam sabthakootil adangathu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanam pesum pechu thuliyai veliyagum&lt;br /&gt;Vanavillin pechu niramai veliyagum&lt;br /&gt;Unmai oomai anal kanner mozhiagum&lt;br /&gt;Penmai ommaianal nanam mozhiagum&lt;br /&gt;Osai thoongum jamathil uchimeengal mozhiagum&lt;br /&gt;Asai thoongam idayathil asaivu kooda mozhiagum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-8884343105584989689?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/8884343105584989689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=8884343105584989689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8884343105584989689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8884343105584989689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-lyrics-of-song-which-i-feel-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7950146108123147144</id><published>2007-03-10T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:10:49.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8Ac7OWPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pB7aTd23ke8/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297648931625202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8Ac7OWPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pB7aTd23ke8/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8Ac7OWQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u37U7ExfTwc/s1600-h/bharatanatyam_home_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297648931625218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8Ac7OWQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u37U7ExfTwc/s320/bharatanatyam_home_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8As7OWRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YUa69sdRbhw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297653226592530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8As7OWRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YUa69sdRbhw/s320/2.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8As7OWSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VJ03-vyDtxk/s1600-h/225089016_bdf08937aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297653226592546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8As7OWSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VJ03-vyDtxk/s320/225089016_bdf08937aa.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8A87OWTI/AAAAAAAAABE/GLETIGqtMXc/s1600-h/dance5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297657521559858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="231" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8A87OWTI/AAAAAAAAABE/GLETIGqtMXc/s320/dance5.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK7qs7OWMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GU54aNrhrAA/s1600-h/dance3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297275269470402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK7qs7OWMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GU54aNrhrAA/s320/dance3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK7qs7OWNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xqj4aWG9I9A/s1600-h/marina-beach-tamil-nadu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297275269470418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK7qs7OWNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xqj4aWG9I9A/s320/marina-beach-tamil-nadu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK7q87OWOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P8kYLzEz0CM/s1600-h/martial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040297279564437730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK7q87OWOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P8kYLzEz0CM/s320/martial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;proud to be a tamilian???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namma Theru Vizha(Our Street festival) is an attempt to showcase to the Chennaiites what the city's all about. Right from its birth, art, culture and tradition have remained synonymous to the 'city of charms'! The brainchild of the Tamil Maiyyam and the Department of Tourism and Culture, Government of Tamilnadu, CHENNAI SANGAMAM started off with the gala opening at IIT-OAT on February 20 with a dance show 'Sange Muzhangu' running through the evolution of the 2000-year old Tamil arts, literature and culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thappattam, karagattam, Oyilattam, mayilattam, thevarattam, Krishnan attam, naiyandi melam, china melam, periya melam, sakkai kuchi attam, kokali attam, puliattam, maan kombattam, poykalkuthiraiattam, jimla melam, thudumbattam, silambattam, kalaripayitru and koothu will share space with classical performances of other States, western music shows, choirs, string quartets, symphony, fusion, rock, rap and jazz. most of us would not have even known that tamilnadu has instore so many art forms!!! whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six days of undiluted culture is at display in this novel confluence, which from next year is going to be made an yearly Pongal feature like the December festival. Essay contest for collegers, revisiting old movies, anthem for the show, a 'Green Chennai' and 'Give Life' for street children campaign are also highlights of the Sangamam.&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/21471178-7950146108123147144?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7950146108123147144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7950146108123147144' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7950146108123147144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7950146108123147144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/03/proud-to-be-tamilian-namma-theru_10.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_azxbYtgeFGc/RfK8Ac7OWPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pB7aTd23ke8/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-4287696671695951163</id><published>2007-03-06T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:21:16.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is unconditional and to be shared&lt;br /&gt;It is a sign of celebration&lt;br /&gt;No expectation&lt;br /&gt;No loss&lt;br /&gt;No disappointment&lt;br /&gt;No attachment&lt;br /&gt;Only commitment&lt;br /&gt;That’s love for u!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-4287696671695951163?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/4287696671695951163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=4287696671695951163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4287696671695951163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4287696671695951163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-conditional-and-to-be-shared-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-3274933029123373197</id><published>2007-02-28T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:12:43.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entered a new world with no expectation&lt;br /&gt;To just come across ten new people&lt;br /&gt;In whose company I was my-self&lt;br /&gt;To tell about my acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;Are they angels or what?&lt;br /&gt;For all the timely help and support from them&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know them was a treat!&lt;br /&gt;Razzmatazz came into existence&lt;br /&gt;Another place to voice my crap&lt;br /&gt;I met the Ms. Universe&lt;br /&gt;A girl of values with an amazing heart!&lt;br /&gt;Woa! The cute Bajaari of all times&lt;br /&gt;Caring and sensitive baby is what she is&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, deepa&lt;br /&gt;A charming person with a radiant smile&lt;br /&gt;Think of orkut and she is the GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Vasu, she is truly fun!&lt;br /&gt;This girl is synonymous to entertainment&lt;br /&gt;And that pudy cat for you!&lt;br /&gt;A sweet thing with a golden heart&lt;br /&gt;She wins over with her vandichi tamil&lt;br /&gt;With all the hissing these angels created memories to be cherished!&lt;br /&gt;Here are “personalities”&lt;br /&gt;Puky: my confidant&lt;br /&gt;Neetu: my humshakal&lt;br /&gt;Shil: my chweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Viji: my Prodigy&lt;br /&gt;Swat: my Hanumani(female form)&lt;br /&gt;Arthi: the charm&lt;br /&gt;Apoorva: vo oru payunna putha…!&lt;br /&gt;Krithika: bommal attam…!&lt;br /&gt;Suman: dulhan!&lt;br /&gt;All of us are crazy people&lt;br /&gt;Born to do crazy things&lt;br /&gt;My mouth tastes bitter&lt;br /&gt;Wit the thought that everything is over!&lt;br /&gt;College life was fun&lt;br /&gt;With all the learning gone into it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-3274933029123373197?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/3274933029123373197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=3274933029123373197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3274933029123373197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/3274933029123373197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/02/entered-new-world-with-no-expectation.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-173856966384605204</id><published>2007-02-14T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:56:14.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She was late!&lt;br /&gt;It was the "D" day&lt;br /&gt;hurriedly came inside&lt;br /&gt;dressed in red&lt;br /&gt;with a bouquet of red roses&lt;br /&gt;having no clue about her destiny&lt;br /&gt;fear of his refusal dawns her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting in the table was the guy&lt;br /&gt;the one of her dreams!&lt;br /&gt;hesitantly she walks across&lt;br /&gt;sits next to him&lt;br /&gt;an air of silence surrounds them&lt;br /&gt;with a shy smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;with the pink cheeks and the trembling voice she says,&lt;br /&gt;having poured my life into yours&lt;br /&gt;now its your turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-173856966384605204?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/173856966384605204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=173856966384605204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/173856966384605204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/173856966384605204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-was-late-it-was-d-day-hurriedly.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-1230518447548730021</id><published>2007-02-01T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:52:40.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When he smiles,&lt;br /&gt;I am glad&lt;br /&gt;When he shouts,&lt;br /&gt;I am even more glad&lt;br /&gt;When he feels touched,&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;When he tells something good,&lt;br /&gt;I walk away blessed!&lt;br /&gt;For all I know that&lt;br /&gt;I have made a difference to someone’s life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy- shilpa for talking about something which kindled my thoughts!:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-1230518447548730021?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/1230518447548730021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=1230518447548730021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1230518447548730021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/1230518447548730021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-he-smiles-i-am-glad-when-he-shouts.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7912817776664222836</id><published>2007-01-26T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:23:57.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Longest ten seconds of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun! They took us to MGM Dizzee world. I know it might sound little kiddish. I thought the same thing and didn’t want to go! But I t was fun! Went for almost all the rides except for the water world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ride which is worth mentioning here ranger! It went 360 degrees! Well, how exciting does that sound? Yesterday was the first time I went for that ride and it was really great! And the best part was, I sat alone for that ride.. in the sense there were two seats in each row and since I didn’t  have a partner, I had to sit alone and BOY! God only knows how scared I was! There was a point where we were made to stand over there in the air upside down for about 10 seconds! That’s when I realized how precious my life was for myself if not for anyone else! Just the way Ross declares to everyone that “its his second gifted life”(in one of the episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.) I declare that this is my second lifeJ&lt;br /&gt; It was a real fun day yesterday though the after effects of yesterdays suthufying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7912817776664222836?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7912817776664222836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7912817776664222836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7912817776664222836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7912817776664222836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/01/longest-ten-seconds-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-247353429513084692</id><published>2007-01-23T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:29:37.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;something which affected me in a big way..&lt;br /&gt;1. Character is something wat i am when noone s looking at me...&lt;br /&gt;how true is that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Wat is win in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are u living your life to the fullest???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. circumstance VS urself... whos winning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you at NOTHING?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-247353429513084692?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/247353429513084692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=247353429513084692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/247353429513084692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/247353429513084692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts-something-which.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-7839780008752117170</id><published>2007-01-16T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:42:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harder lessons of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy, when I was born&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; ten people around me&lt;br /&gt;To notice me laugh, cry and play around&lt;br /&gt;The world of toys it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my childhood days, I was excited&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;em&gt;waiting&lt;/em&gt; to grow up&lt;br /&gt;Liked to be treated like a grown up&lt;br /&gt;Having a whole bunch of new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the long awaited adolescence&lt;br /&gt;These days still very fresh in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the teasing and major &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; i had&lt;br /&gt;The crushes and first love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of schooling, I was happy than ever&lt;br /&gt;I became an adult, Lots of responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;Total new world with new people&lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;em&gt;struggling&lt;/em&gt; to face the world&lt;br /&gt;Why were all the hype created, I wonder?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-7839780008752117170?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/7839780008752117170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=7839780008752117170' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7839780008752117170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/7839780008752117170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/01/harder-lessons-of-life-i-was-happy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-8721583449914942223</id><published>2007-01-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T06:47:41.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mylapore festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this mylapore festival in mylapore(duh! obviously) in the first week of the new year. After much compulsion by my dad and mom i went with them. To be very frank with it has been very very long since i went to the pakka mylapore side.. i mean though i live in mylapore, i haven been to the "REAL MYLAPORE". I really thought it will be boring will all the puja articles being displayed for sale which doesn't suit my interest. But it was to my surprise... it had real good stuffs to buy. starting from the usual mami stuffs like pickles to all nice bags and accessories to puja items to most importantly good food. the pakka brahmin iyer food was there. It was fun. More than fun it was a good change for me to see different kind of people. Oops almost forgot.. they were from my community. totally different people with pakka acharam still. They still see all the echal, pathu stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;i did buy a bag which i like the most! the favourite bag ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-8721583449914942223?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/8721583449914942223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=8721583449914942223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8721583449914942223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/8721583449914942223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2007/01/mylapore-festival-there-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-4248273845754827831</id><published>2006-12-05T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:15:38.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a solitary walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a rally for AIDS awareness conducted by my college. The walk was from Gandhi statue to Anna square. I wouldn’t say that it was not a long walk, but I enjoyed myself totally. Still my legs are hurting because of the walk but it was FUN! A day to be remembered in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the walk was in the beach. I always love walking in the beach be it in the hot sun or in the rain! Whatever it is, It is fun! I don need any friend or and anyone to walk with me. I love being alone at times. It sometimes goes to the extent that I just don’t feel like talking to anyone at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze was just too soothing and it was totally refreshing every nerve in my body! There were around 4000 people around me walking in the rally, even my own friends going all cranky( they had totally lost it!) and few were quite thinking that they have to behave very well in the public and the stuff! but I continued to be in my dreamy world! God knows what I was dreaming about! I don remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One horrifying thing was that there where some jobless creatures standing in the road to just look at us and pass comments. They were rating us as though they were looking at something on F TV! Brainless chaps I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the day was brilliant! This walk made me realize a lot of things about myself!&lt;br /&gt;this is one thing i would probably be thankful to my college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-4248273845754827831?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/4248273845754827831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=4248273845754827831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4248273845754827831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/4248273845754827831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-solitary-walk-today-there-was-rally.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-55836279413584655</id><published>2006-11-20T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T04:32:26.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual I am back!&lt;br /&gt;This post is just a report on what happened in college today. I am feeling very happy and excited today! Don know for what reason because nothing special happened in college. I was just sitting all alone in coll, except for two hours (I think) Apoo sat with me.&lt;br /&gt;They all left for FM stuff. i was not a part of it and so was sitting in class. I was glued to the new book which I am reading now, riot by Shashi Taroor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had two entrepreneurial classes and two IT classes and one management accounting hour plus one counseling class! So that tells how boring and tiring the day would have been! But I don know… I am just too enthu and left to myself I guess I will go run the whole stretch of the beach now! I have this super level of energy right now. And I want to go out somewhere preferably beach but I don know. Mostly NO cause I will have to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one point is for sure, being alone, doing things alone, and staying alone at home or college has become a routine for me. Before and all, I used to be super excited and happy when I used to stay at home alone. But now, I am getting tired of it! Really tired! Mainly when both my brother and mom go out(my brother always wishes that it has to be that way or it will be some place where I wouldn’t  want to go)L. But now really getting sick of it! I have stayed one whole day at home alone without even having to see any human species around me except in the idiot box! Hmmm.. well, chuck it I don wish to go further and spoil my mood. I am happy now;).. so will continue being happy and excitedJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-55836279413584655?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/55836279413584655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=55836279413584655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/55836279413584655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/55836279413584655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-usual-i-am-back-this-post-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-787778732167976405</id><published>2006-11-14T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:23:40.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came back home at sharp at 5.13pm. and the college got over at 5.05. so from this u can jus calculate the time which I spent in college after it got over( and it takes minimum 10 minutes to come from college to my place). NOT EVEN A SECOND I WAS THERE after it got over. And moreover there s noone to stay with too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its exactly three days since I started going to college after Ca exams, and guess what.. I don want to go to college. Never has it happened that I have REALLY REALLY hated to go to school or college but this time, I find it more like a burden! Its so heavy to carry on that I decided to tell it to someone. And I found that I had noone around me. Then, I thought about the blog and now I am posting it online. I don even know whether I should post it or not. But still… I am doing it because I don have anyone to tell to. Rather, I don know how others will react to my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the month of September, things were going excellent because Pavi was there with me. Even if Neethu had joined office by that time, we both (me and pavi) spent sometime together after  college and so things were going great. After that, my Ca exams and semester exams came up, so I was making myself get involved with a life without the two of them. Things were going fine( thanks to the deliberate effort which I took).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in the history of my life have I ever come back from school or college so soon! Nowadays have noone to talk to freely, noone to share my thoughts with, noone to rely on! Rather these days I feel so very depressed that I don’t feel like doing anything, neither do I neither message anyone nor talk properly. But people around me ask as to why I am like this and I put a false image of myself like just fooling around! I hate it from the bottom of my heart! I hate it thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed! Feel as though I have lots to learn about people in life and that even those people whom I consider close to me are not the same as what they appear to be!&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that this post is becoming a very depressing one but still I can’t really help it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-787778732167976405?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/787778732167976405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=787778732167976405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/787778732167976405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/787778732167976405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-came-back-home-at-sharp-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-905734304815120516</id><published>2006-11-12T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:53:35.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umarao jaan!&lt;br /&gt;A flop show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up this whole film, its nothing but a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;Sheer waste of energy time and money.. you might be asking me as to why I went for this movie then?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is because my brother bought the tickets for this movie inspite of telling him not to buy tickets for this movie. The movie for which I wanted to go was DON. But he messed it up just because he had seen the movie already with his friends two days backL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the movie, its nothing but the newer version of the old movie. The director has given it more colourful. The resources invested in this movie is all sheer waste. Aishwarya rai, has wrinkles on her face and she looks old!&lt;br /&gt;Consolation to the movie are abhishek and sunil shetty(both don’t have much role to play though).&lt;br /&gt;Shabana Azmi as usual comes out with a neat and a flawless performance.&lt;br /&gt;It needs a lot of patience to sit through the whole movie. Each and every scene is very  long. And the story also does not have a proper ending. Its too abrupt, but by that time the audience is too relived about the fact that the movie is actually over that they are not much bothered about the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen historical movies, but I don see any point in this movie being retaken for any reason without nay change from the original version that too when the whole trend is about giving fast paced racy movies. Umrao jaan fails to satisfy any of the demands of the present day film goers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-905734304815120516?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/905734304815120516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=905734304815120516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/905734304815120516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/905734304815120516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/11/umarao-jaan-flop-show-to-sum-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-116133903160151149</id><published>2006-10-20T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:19.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To break the jinx of the blog of mine.. Here I go posting something about diwali!&lt;br /&gt;This is one festival I have always looked up to.. This is because of some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice movies are put on TV on diwali day!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of sweets to eat and put on 10kgs extra!!&lt;br /&gt;Get to meet relatives which is not possible on the normal days!!!&lt;br /&gt;And of course we get to burst crackers (though this crackers craze is not anymore in existence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the memory lane, if I sit back and think as to how Diwali was celebrated by all of us, it was all different. There were around seven of the kids at home all excited about the new dress which we had bought and the crackers. The day before diwali, we wear a new dress, burst a little bit of crackers. Then rest of the day was spent in keeping things ready for the next day. The next day morning, get up around three and have oil bath, wear new dress and burst crackers and go to the temple. The whole day used to be fun filled spending time with the whole family. It used to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, things have changed, I mean the craze for crackers have gone but the usual fun is always there. Nowadays there is no “whole family meeting”(cause things have changed) but still enjoyment is always there in my small family of four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This festival has its own story. Actually there are two stories attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is diwali is the day on which goddess Devi killed Narakasura..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is this is the day on which Rama returns back to Ayodhya after killing Ravana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy diwali to one and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-116133903160151149?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/116133903160151149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=116133903160151149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/116133903160151149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/116133903160151149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-break-jinx-of-blog-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-115264117861301321</id><published>2006-07-11T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:19.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is all about an incident which just happened now.. just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it all started with that bomb blasts in mumbai.. from 7 o clock there have been so many people, all relatives and friends calling home to find out whether my brother was safe  because he was previously posted over there. But now he is now in banglore along with my father. Infact only after they told us about the bomb blast did we even know that there were bomb blasts in mumbai. Then after that we were watching the various news channels to know actually what had happened. My mom and I had our dinner around 8.30 and were watching the usual horrible soaps. By the time all those got over it was 9.30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its only at this time that it strikes my mom that my brother had not called her today! she as usual gets all panicked and calls my father and asks him whether he is back. And dad tells that he is not back and that since he still continues to have a bombay line, and since all the lines are jammed because of the bomb blast, this number was not reachable. My father was even more tensed and he goes to the extent of calling up his company to get his colleagues numbers. Both my mom and dad were trying sincerely(infact i was also trying coz it was a bit tensed about the whole thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the turning point when i ask my mom to call up one of my brothers friend who is in chennai. First my mom is all hesitant to call him and disturb but i give her all courage  and support and make her call him. His friend had told my mom that he will find out and let her know in few minutes. In the mean time, i keep trying his number and so is father trying out all bombay, uttar pradesh(numbers) and what not! phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then within some ten minutes or so, we get a call from banglore, it was my father and he had called us to tell that my brother was back( it seems like it got late in the office). My mom was relieved, so was my father, infact he was very very very much relieved. But my brother was in a VEEEEERRRRYYY BBBBAAADDD MMOOOODD!. this is a usual behaviour of guys, they don like their parents especially their siblings to call up their friends and ask them whether they know anything. Same was the case with my brother. He was shouting at my mother and father. In order to be alive i didnt  talk to my brother only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, i had only one thought, i was just praying that my brothers friend should not have called him and told that we had called him to ask about sudheer! My mom immediately calls up sudheer s friend, but unluckily he had told sudheer everything and when my mom called him, he is just laughiong his heart out. My mother gets all embarrassed and keeps the phone.&lt;br /&gt;today was for sure an eventful day! atleast something out of the usual happened which made it likeable!&lt;br /&gt;it was funny.. all was only because of that bomb blast in bombay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- my deep condolenses to the victims of the bomb blast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-115264117861301321?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/115264117861301321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=115264117861301321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115264117861301321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115264117861301321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-is-all-about-incident-which.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-115177834032756335</id><published>2006-07-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:18.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forwards.. the most irritating stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fact is that before and all I was also getting carried away by all these forwards and used to sit and religiously send the forwards to each and every person in my phone book.. I cant even believe that I was that jobless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness atleast now I have understood as to how dumb it is to forward them. It’s better to always to type it out in simple words whatever you want to say and send it instead of forwarding some shayiris and all. I have always wondered as to why people take so much of pains of forwarding them when sometimes they might not even mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst forwards are those good morning and good night messages with all those teddy bears and roses which tell that “ I brought these flowers or teddy bear only for telling u a good morning/night”. CRAP! Utter crap. If anyone wanted to wish good morning or good night they can either send it as a personalized message or even sometimes if they are that desperate, they can even spend on a call. But they end up adopting the worst means of communication!. Well again at this point of time, I really want to tell that I was also a victim of these stuffs. I used to really bug three of my friends(chikki, arthi and swathi) with innumerous forwards in a day! I really feel sorry for them. Rest of them I don even message them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next are these fun type messages.. i.e. tell me one thing which u like the most in me or something like that. Though they are kind of bugging in true sense but they are fun. Atleast better than those good morning good afternoon messages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again there are these real nice forwards. Few forwards are really cool.. especially the jokes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, one thing is for sure.. there are totally four people glad on this earth because I stopped forwarding these forwards. They are arthi, swathi, chikki, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy for myself!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-115177834032756335?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/115177834032756335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=115177834032756335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115177834032756335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115177834032756335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/07/forwards.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-115132941959367935</id><published>2006-06-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:18.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The black mark season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my school, there is a custom that whomsoever behaved badly or fought with anyone( I mean physical fights like hitting, biting etc) or whomsoever were talking in class or irregular submission of homework were given a BLACKMARK. There were thirty boxes in total, and after a student gets ten or twenty or thirty black mark he or she will be asked to go and stand infront of the principal room for the rest of the day. If that person was lucky enough he or she will get it in the beginning of the day so that they need not attend the rest of the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I heard of this word, I thought that they will just keep some record of these and will just keep a black point against the name and that’s it! But as usual I was wrong. It had many more things to offer. This was basically like a chart stuck in the class and each one of our names were written on the chart and each one of us could see the number of black marks which others got! Initially when this was started, it was more of a terrorizing factor for all of us. I was very scared and I behaved like “good girl”(sounds ironical right? Well that was me). The first year after this came into existence I got NO blackmark and believe me I was very very happy. That year during the hols I went around people and my flat friends telling that I got NO black mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next year came, by that time I had got bored of staying like a good girl(dog’s tail cant be straightened u see) so again I started of with all these talking stuff and irregular submissions etc etc.. after a point of time, everyone in my class especially the guys had this competition kind of thing in which they competed against each other as to who will get the maximum number of black marks in a year. Infact for few of them, they were really bratty that the thirty boxes which actually given were not enough. They needed MORE!! And best thing was after this came up, everyone of us were very much aware of the consequences of anything which we do. Maximum punishment will only be two or three black marks at a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was lucky enough to get 13 blackmarks(most of them for talking in class or not doing homework). I was infact feeling thrilled on the day when I got my tenth black mark because for the first time I was allowed to bunk classes like this with the teachers permission! But to my utter disappoint it was the last period and so it was no point for me to bunk the last hour because the last period was anyways P.T. or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck u see!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-115132941959367935?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/115132941959367935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=115132941959367935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115132941959367935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115132941959367935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/06/black-mark-season.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-115051560523032013</id><published>2006-06-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:18.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning walks… and the park…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for which I have always had aversion is nothing but waking up early and going for walking. It has always been near to impossibility for me to get up in the morning for morning walk! But ironically, I have started doing the same for the past four or five days. I am really amused by this fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to tell about the place where I go for walk.. it is actually a park very near to my place, the name is nageshwara park. Earlier this park was known for its untidy dirty environment. The park had garbage thrown all over the place. There were iron rods here there which were broken and were very badly rusted. And most importantly it was known for the urinated smell, which it always gave because mostly people went inside that park for that purpose only. So undoubtedly, it was full of mosquitoes 24*7. the nearing neighborhoods were suffering a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning point came when the ‘sundaram finance’ took up this the park and decided to renovate it. Now its undoubtedly its one of those very few parks which are very well maintained and its full of greenery. Morning walks have become a very common feature over there. Thus in the process reduced the crowd in the beach to a very great extent. The people from in and around this area prefer coming to the park and once you become the regular walker in the park, you will come to know many people. This park has many more to offer. There is something called the Laughter club in which people stand in a circle and laugh in all different ways possible. This has been scientifically prove very healthy as it is known that ‘laughter is the best medicine’. And again there are free yoga sessions provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no interesting characters as such in the mornings who come to the park for walk, but the fun or the gala time is only in the evening when the tiny tots come there to play. There are just too adorable. But one thing is for sure. None of the kids are regular to the park so its kind off difficult to catch up with their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when I had gone to the park in the evening around four out of sheer boredom of sitting all day alone at home, I saw two kids who were actually sisters playing in the park. If I am not wrong, I think the elder sister was around 5 years old and younger around 3 yrs. I was looking at the way in which these two were playing and the younger one comes to me and pulls me and asks her to come and play with her(in her language which I didn’t understand but I had her sister help me out in decoding  “THE CODE”. After sometime of play the kids leave home and for the first time in my life I even experienced something very new. It has never occurred to me.. I was sitting under a big tree and slowly I began to loose myself and started admiring the nature’s beauty. There was noone next to me and the place was in absolute silence. I was able to listen to the minute of the chirping which the birds did and was able to fell the cool breeze of the wind. It was slow and cool and I felt as though there was also a melodious tune of flute accompanying the wind. Considering the fact that I am a very very very restless person and I had always not believed to all those nature poets whose poems we were asked to read in school. But that was one day which made me sit over there for about three hours continuously. I was able to feel my world, my freedom, my nature everything of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-115051560523032013?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/115051560523032013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=115051560523032013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115051560523032013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/115051560523032013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning-walks-and-park-one-thing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114932928367556279</id><published>2006-06-03T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:18.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I posted anything.. Well, all I can think about writing now is about my trip to Delhi, Amritsar, Haridwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi- It was a place where I had stayed for about an year and I was very comfortable with this place(except for the summer season, winter was total fun). Had gained a lot of friends during that time and ofcourse had my cousins staying over there. So practically I knew quite a lot of things about Delhi. I knew quite a lot of markets in Delhi for shopping and for hanging out. So the stay over there was fun. Ofcourse to add on to the fun we went for fana in a PVR called WAVES (if I am not wrong). After which I have fallen in love with Aamir khan.. Wow.. Great movie!!! Not to forget that little kid.. one scene where the kid tells ways if wasting milk and how his mom will find it is just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Haridwar- wow.. Comparatively a cool place.. The stay was only for a day or two but the food and the climate(atleast it was kind of pleasant when compared to the others) over there was really good. The stay was very comfortable except for our driver who was very very very irritating. He was talking all the time totally boring us. Its not like I hate to listen to people talking, but its just that he was unimaginably boring.&lt;br /&gt; Having bath in the ganges is the best thing anyone can even think off!!! But one word of caution to all those people who are planning to take bath in the Ganges like what I did. Please be careful.. see to that that when u are having a bath in the Ganges, rubber tyres and plastic covers don’t cling onto your neck. It happened to me. It was very funny but at the same time it made me think about many things (well now I am not all that ‘thinking about many things’ but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amritsar- place of turbans!!!(no offences). But I did get tired of looking at turbans all the time in the city!!! Pa.. where ever I turned was looking at long beard and turbans!!! Well one thing.. the golden temple was awesome. Though I was not all that convinced about their beliefs and practices. It was very hot there too!!!!!! Very hot…&lt;br /&gt; This was my ten days ‘summer’ trip to ‘hot places’. Huh… its all overL back to square one! Same usual routine .. waaaahhhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114932928367556279?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114932928367556279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114932928367556279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114932928367556279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114932928367556279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-time-since-i-posted-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114564991790457525</id><published>2006-04-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:17.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ten more days left for the THE DAY to come but here I am sitting in front of the comp at 1.30 in the morning to write a blog… wow.. that seems exciting na… hmmm.. well actually I had taken a oath that I will not blog till my exams get over… but today is a very special day… its CHIKKI’S BIRTHDAY.. I gotta make it special na… so here I go to break my oath…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY DI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess she is one of those really beautiful girls I have met till now in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget those days when we both have OB adichufied giving company for each other in the MK class… every moment is so memorable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one person who gets to know almost everything about me first… it just happens.. nothing purposeful…infact she was the first person whom I came to know in this gang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly she is my neighbour!!!! I dunno why but I get excited if my friends are my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;Cranky… oooo… guess chikki, thi and me make a good company for the all the ‘blabberings’ we do… wow… great…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl seems to be having solution for everything on earth.. if u have some problem all u got to do is just call her and talk to her and she will surely come up with really good solution… or if something is just bothering u, all she does is just give a hug and u feel much better!!!! Wow.. how is it possible di????? So much of magic???? Makes me wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… tell me the date when you coming back from Bombay… have a surprise for you  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. now coming to the song…. Well.. there are two songs… first one is… kanmani anboda kadhalan…&lt;br /&gt;And second one is a funny song… u like it too I think.. en jodi manjakuruvi… from vikram;-)&lt;br /&gt; Wish u all the best for ur exams… crack the exams with superb marks!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114564991790457525?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114564991790457525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114564991790457525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114564991790457525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114564991790457525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/04/ten-more-days-left-for-the-day-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114343000679142983</id><published>2006-03-26T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:17.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. watch tv&lt;br /&gt;2. eat&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. nothing else productive… ya I guess chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I could watch over &amp;amp; over:&lt;br /&gt;1. kannathil mutthamittal&lt;br /&gt;2. dil chahta hai&lt;br /&gt;3. azagiye theeye&lt;br /&gt;4. kanda naal mudaal, alaipayuthey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I’ve lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chennai&lt;br /&gt;2. delhi&lt;br /&gt;3. trichy&lt;br /&gt;4. chennai(poga vera edam illa.. he he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you've been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. gantok, darjeeling&lt;br /&gt;2. shimla&lt;br /&gt;3. banglore&lt;br /&gt;4. bombay… many more to list.. and ya also shirdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily&lt;br /&gt;1. My two email accounts&lt;br /&gt;2. My blog&lt;br /&gt;3. my yahoogroups account&lt;br /&gt;4. The other blogs on my blogroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I say quite often:&lt;br /&gt;1. free ya vudu&lt;br /&gt;2. aiyyo&lt;br /&gt;3. po da goiya/ po di goiya… depends on the gender&lt;br /&gt;4. hello.. in my weird style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Random Facts about me&lt;br /&gt;1. I am an indian&lt;br /&gt;2. i love trying out new stuffs when i am free or when i am alone at home like searching for some interesting stuff at my house.. like what i am doing now... i was checking out whether anything was there in the loft... shhhhh! don tell my mom... he he he..&lt;br /&gt;3. I love analysing myself ie the way i behaved in the past... my mistakes.. really like to correct myself...&lt;br /&gt;4. I am very independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I love most&lt;br /&gt;1. friends(now don’t ask me the names… there is a whole lot of friends.. if I tell one and leave out the others the other will get angry so.. just chuck it..)&lt;br /&gt;2. family&lt;br /&gt;3. my computer&lt;br /&gt;4. my cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things that irritate me most&lt;br /&gt;1. cockroaches…&lt;br /&gt;2. people with attitude&lt;br /&gt;3. people who are selfish&lt;br /&gt;4. who are over possessive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114343000679142983?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114343000679142983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114343000679142983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114343000679142983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114343000679142983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-things-four-jobs-ive-had-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114334937589128919</id><published>2006-03-25T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:17.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World of numerology… ufff… I never knew its so big… hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does numerology work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sum of the birthdate determines your Life Path. This number represents who you are at birth, and the natural characteristics of your personality that will stay with you throughout your life. The Life Path number is derived from your date of birth. First, add the digits of the birth day together, then add the digits of the month together, then add that number to the sum of the birth day. Next, add the digits of the year togther, reducing it down to one digit, and add that to the sum of the month and day, then reduce that number to a single digit 1 through 9, or to the numerology master numbers, 11 or 22. These master numbers are not reduced any further. For example, if your birthday is December 12, 1986, add the 1 and the 2 of the day together = 3, add the 1 and 2 of the month together = 3, then add the digits of the year together 1+9+8+6 = 24, then add the 2 and the 4 together = 6. Finally add the 3+3+6 = 12, then 1 + 2, so the life path number would be 3. The Destiny Number is derived from all of the letters in your Full Name, as written on your birth certificate. This number defines your life's purpose. To find your Destiny number, add the letter values of each name separately. Reduce each number to a single digit or master number. Then add the results of all of the names to arrive at a total, which you then reduce to a single digit or master number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (10/1)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 1 suggests that you entered this plane with skills allowing you to become a leader type rather easily. Your nature is charged with individualistic desires, a demand for independence, and the need for personal attainment. When you display positive 1 traits your mind is capable of significant creative inspiration, and it possesses the enthusiasm and drive to accomplish a great deal. You are at your best when confronted with obstacles and challenges, as you combat these with strength and daring. This is both the physical and inner varieties of strength. With this strength comes utter determination and the capability to lead. As a natural leader you have a flair for taking charge of any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Highly original, you may have talents as an inventor or innovator of some sort. In any work that you choose, your independent attitude can show through. You have very strong personal needs and desires, and you feel it is always necessary to follow your own convictions.&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious and assertive in promoting yourself. Although you may hide the fact for social reasons, you can be self-centered and demand to have your way in many circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;2 (11/2, 20/2)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 2 suggests that you entered this plane with a spiritual quality in your makeup allowing you to be one of the peacemakers in society. Your strengths come from an ability to listen and absorb. You are a fixer, a mediator, and a very diplomatic type of person using persuasive skills rather than forcefulness to make your way in the world. When you embrace and exhibit the strength of your spiritual side, you are intuitive, avant-garde, idealistic, and visionary. These extremes make you interesting with much to offer society. You have the potential to be a deep-thinker, and no doubt interested in understanding many of life's mysteries and more intriguing facets.&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, you are a creature of habit and routine, and you like your path and pattern well worn and familiar. Your ability to analyze and render accurate judgments is a wonderful natural trait you bring to the business world. You strive for complete accuracy and even perfection in your work.&lt;br /&gt;Even the more positive individuals with the 2 Life Path will prefer a more amiable and less competitive environment, often shunning the business world. You can best serve society in endeavors utilizing your skills of counseling and guidance. Much of your idealism is people oriented and quite humanitarian in nature. You expect a great deal of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3 (3, 12/3, 21,/3, 30/3)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 3 indicates that you entered this plane with a strong sense of creativity and with wonderful communication skills. Achievement for you most likely comes through engaging your ingenious expression. A truly gifted 3 possesses the most exceptional innovative skills, normally in the verbal realm, writing, speaking, acting, or similar endeavors. Here we are apt to find the entertainers of the world, bright, effervescent, sparkling people with very optimistic attitudes. The bright side of this path stresses harmony, beauty and pleasures; of sharing your inventive talents with the world. Capturing your capability in creative self-expression is the highest level of attainment for this life path.&lt;br /&gt;Life is generally lived to the fullest, often without much worry about tomorrow. You are not very good at handling money because of a general lack of concern about it. You spend it when you have it and don't when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 loves connecting with people. The characteristics of the 3 are warmth and friendliness, a good conversationalist, social and open. A good talker both from the standpoint of being a delight to listen to, but even more importantly, one who has the ability to listen to others. Accordingly, the life path 3 produces individuals who are always a welcome addition to any social situation and know how to make others feel at home. The approach to life tends to be exceedingly positive. Your disposition is almost surely sunny and openhearted. A happy and often inspired person, you are constantly seeking and needing the stimuli of similar people.&lt;br /&gt;In romance, the 3 is a very ardent and loyal lover. Affairs that don't go well can leave scares that seem to linger. Emotional experiences of all sorts tend to deeply touch the 3 and the drama may take some time to play out. Slow thinking and overly contemplative people tend to frustrate you, and you don't function too well with this type whether you are working for, with, or under them. Your exuberant nature can take you far, especially if you are ever able to focus your energies and talents.&lt;br /&gt;4 (4, 13/4, 22/4, 31/4, 40/4)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 4 suggests that you entered this plane with a natural genius for planning, fixing, building, and somehow, with practical application and cerebral excellence, making things work. You are one of the most trustworthy, practical, and down-to-earth of individuals; the cornerstone members of society. Indeed, as a Life Path 4, you are a builder of society. The cream of the crop in this Life Path can be a master builder in society.&lt;br /&gt;You have the kind of will power that is often mistaken for sheer stubbornness. You don't think of yourself as dogged, but your honest beliefs and that ever direct speech makes you come across as completely unremitting. Your tenacity of purpose and ability to get the job done borders on obsession. You are a wonderful manager with a great sense of how to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;You are an excellent organizer and planner because of your innate ability to view things in a very common sense and practical way. Loyal and devoted, you make the best of your marriage, and you are always the good provider. Friends may be few in number, but you are very close to them and once friendships are made, they often last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;The number 4 is solidly associated with the element of earth from which it gains its strength and utter sense of reality. You are one of the most dependable people you know. If patience and determination can ever win, you are sure to achieve great success in life. Often, you are called on to take care of others; to finish what they have started. It may not seem fair and probably isn't, but it may be the key to your accomplishment and reputation.&lt;br /&gt;5 (5, 14/5, 23/5, 32/5)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 5 suggests that you entered this plane with a highly progressive mindset, with the attitude and skills to make the world a better place. The key word for your Life Path is freedom. In the pursuit of freedom, you are naturally versatile, adventurous, and advanced in your thinking. You are one of those people who is always striving to find answers to the many questions that life poses. The byword for the positive Life Path 5 is constant change and improvement. You want to be totally unrestrained, as this is the number most often associated with the productive use of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;You may be one of the most compassionate of people as the 5 is surely the most freedom-loving and compassionate Life Path. Your love of freedom extends to humanity at large, and concern for your fellow man, his freedom and his welfare, may be foremost in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good communicator, and you know how to motivate people around you. This may be your strongest and most valuable trait. Because of this skill, and your amazing wit, you are a truly natural born salesman. This ability to sell and motivate extends to any sort of physical product all the way through to whatever ideas or concepts you may embrace.&lt;br /&gt;A love of adventure may dominate your life. This may take the form of mental or physical manifestation, but in either case, you thrill to the chance for exploration and blazing new trails.&lt;br /&gt;In romance, you hate to be tied down and restricted. This doesn't necessarily mean that you are unfaithful or promiscuous, but it does mean that a good partner for you needs to understand your nature. A partner who understands your need to be free and trusted will find you trustworthy, even if you aren't constantly available and totally dutiful.&lt;br /&gt;6 (6, 15/6, 24/6, 33/6)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 6 suggests that you entered this plane with tools to become the ultimate nurturer, and a beacon for truth, justice, righteousness, and domesticity. Conservative principles and convictions are deeply ingrained and define your character.&lt;br /&gt;You are idealistic and must feel useful to be happy. The main contribution you make is that of advice, service, and ever present support. You are a humanitarian of the first order. It is your role to serve others, and you start in the home environment. You are very human and realistic about life, and you feel that the most important thing in your life is the home, the family and the friends.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Life Path related to leadership by example and assumption of responsibility, thus, it is your obligation to pick up the burden and always be ready to help. If you are like the majority with In romance, the 6 is loyal and devoted. A a caretaker type, you are apt to attract partners who are somewhat weaker and more needy than yourself; someone you can care for and protect. You don't function well in stressful relationships that become challenges for you to control. It is the same with friends, you are loyal and trustworthy. But there is a tendency for you to become dominating and controlling.&lt;br /&gt;It's likely you feel compelled to function with strength and compassion. You are a sympathetic and kind person, generous with personal and material resources. Wisdom, balance, and understanding are the cornerstones of your life, and these define your approach to life in general. Your extraordinary wisdom and the ability to understand the problems of others is apt to commence from an early age.&lt;br /&gt;7 (7, 16/7, 25/7, 34/7)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 7 suggests that you entered this plane with a gift for investigation, analysis, and keen observation. You are a thinker of the first order. You evaluate situations very quickly, and with amazing accuracy. As a result, you are thorough and complete in your work, the perfectionist who expects everyone else to meet a high standard of performance, too.&lt;br /&gt;A Life Path 7 person is a peaceful and affectionate soul. You aren't one to have a wide circle of friends, but once you accept someone as a friend, it's for life. It's as if you must get to know someone a lot better before you allow the wall surrounding you to be penetrated. Chances are you are a very charming and refined individual with great poise and a quick wit. Nonetheless, there is an exclusiveness about you. You probably aren't a very social person. Your reserve is often taken to be aloofness, but actually, it's not that at all. It is merely a cover up for your basic feeling of insecurity. The overwhelming strength of the number 7 is reflected in the depth of thinking that is shown; you will garner knowledge from practically every source that you find. Intellectual, scientific, and studious, you don't accept a premise until you have dissected the subject and arrived at your own independent conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;This is a very spiritual number and it often denotes a sort of spiritual wisdom that becomes apparent at a fairly early age.&lt;br /&gt;8 (8, 17/8, 26/8, 35/8)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 8 suggests that you entered this plane armed to lead, direct, organize and govern. You are very ambitious and goal-oriented. You will want to use your ambitions, your organizational ability, and your efficient approach to carve a satisfying niche for yourself. If you are a positive 8 you are endowed with tremendous potential for conceiving far-reaching schemes and ideas, and also possessing the tenacity and independence to follow them through to completion.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to manage yourself and your environment. Your ability to judge the character and potential of the people around you is an asset used to your advantage. You are practical and steady in your pursuit of major objectives, and you have the courage of your convictions when it comes to taking the necessary chances to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you are frank, honest, and steadfast. You may be very much in love, but watch that you are not too busy and preoccupied to show it. Being the lavish provider is not always an adequate substitute for showing your devotion and affection in more personal ways. You have a great need for close personal relationships to mitigate and somehow soften your nature. You must find the time for love and keep it as an important project in your life.&lt;br /&gt;9 (9, 18/9, 27/9, 36/9)&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 9 suggests that you entered this plane with an abundance of dramatic feelings coupled with a strong sense of compassion and generosity. The key to the nature of a Life Path number 9 person is found in their humanitarian attitude. The 9 Life Path indicates you have a commanding presence. You have the ability to make friends very easily, as people are attracted to your magnetic, open personality. You meet people easily and are quickly befriended because of your openness and amiable demeanor. You tend to be quite sensitive, as you see the world with much feeling. The number 9's very deep understanding of life is sometimes manifested in the artistic and literary fields. If drama and acting is not your forte, it will surely be an area of great interest and potential. Likewise, you may be able to express your deep emotional feelings through painting, writing, music, or other art forms.As do all the life path numbers, the 9 has its negative side. Because of the demanding nature of the truly positive 9, many tend to fail in this category. It is not uncommon for persons with the 9 life path to fight the realities and challenges of purpose imposed here because selflessness is not an easy trait. You may have difficulty believing that giving and a lack of personal ambition can be satisfying. It must be realized and accepted that little long-term satisfaction and happiness is to be gained by rejecting the natural humanitarian inclinations of this path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114334937589128919?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114334937589128919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114334937589128919' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114334937589128919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114334937589128919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/03/world-of-numerology-ufff-i-never-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114286380063702671</id><published>2006-03-20T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:17.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another birthday to pass by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today… an auspicious day… birthday of my friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start of giving intro about the person… hmmm… I will just put it as one of those very few persons who understands me top to bottom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey how can I forget the thing about which we both keep talking.. both of us are quite amused by the fact that we both share exactly same views in most of the things. The point is I am still not able to believe that we share the same views. Infact its still a surprise for me… really.. because I have always thought that my views are weird and that noone will have opinions like that of mine.. well let me stop talking about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I cannot give a better intro to this person.. its none other than neethu.. damn friendly person and she is one person who just makes anyone totally comfortable (atleast me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have known her for about two years though we got into good touch only towards the end of the first year… one year has passed ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant forget time when I have spent with her.. it has always been a heart to heart talk with her more than “talking for fun”( this also we have had).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very true she has inspired me a lot many times… well I know what her expression will be giving when she reads it.. but still it’s the truth… I admire your sincerity towards certain things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really forget those days when neethu, pavi and me used to try doing joint study before the college internals so that we can crap atleast a bit…. Wat say neethu and pavi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, how neethu and pavi were of support to me when I really was into great problem…  hats off to them... my heart felt gratitude...I guess there are noone to replace my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. actually I don have much to put on the paper because its more of a feeling and I think I really cant put it on a sheet of paper and get away with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of time spent with her has been truly enjoyable and I really feel that our friendship gotta continue even after our college life… both of us don’t know what we are going to do next year.. jus hoping that both of us continue to stay in touch and I would really love it if we both get into the same articleship firm… which is highly unlikely…&lt;br /&gt;But still I am hoping….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dedicate this song to you…&lt;br /&gt;Dil chahta hai .. has everything whatever I want to tell you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114286380063702671?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114286380063702671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114286380063702671' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114286380063702671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114286380063702671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-birthday-to-pass-by-today_20.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114250987263560606</id><published>2006-03-16T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:17.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I am running short of thoughts I am again going back to my school days when I was a major mischievous types.. people around me still continue telling that I am a brat but if one sits and does a comparative analysis of me during my school days and now, the result will surely disclose that I have become more ‘shamathu’ types girl.. very sincerely speaking I hate this new avatar of mine… but what to do? I am truly helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident occurred when I was in my tenth standard, as I had mentioned earlier, six of us, were the ones who were involved in the whole thing. This happened towards the end of tenth standard, by that time we had become experts in any kind off mischievous things.. I mean anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, it was on January 29th a day before our board science practical, two of my friends had not submitted their records. Infact till January 29th their notes itself was incomplete. Actually we had to submit our records two weeks before the exam and get it corrected and the school’s seal was a must. But since two of my friends had not done anything regarding this, we had to help them out handle the situation because if they don’t get things done on time, they will surely get into trouble the next day. So, three of us started writing and drawing stuffs in their records so that work gets over fast and the others were very religiously working out on getting the teacher’s signature right. After about an hour’s work two of them got the signatures right and they signed their own record notebooks on behalf of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the autograph session got over, the next was to get the school’s seal on it. Only two people could do this, it was I and another girl. But since her record notebook was involved she didn’t want to do this. So I decided that I would do it. At around 3.15 when actually the physics lab will be practically empty with only one teacher over there who is one of my favorite teachers, I tiptoed into the lab and I started talking to him in a usual way as I normally do. But to my surprise he understood that I had come for some work to be done. Then he asked me what he wants to do for me? But I was a bit hesitant because he is one person who is damn shrewd and he knows top to bottom about me and he also has an amazing memory power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling that I had come to see him only. But he saw the record notebooks in my hand and asked me whose books these were. I told that it was my friends record and that I had come to submit that. But still he didn’t believe. And neither was I able to keep up the silence. So I told him that I wanted a favor from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I want him to put the school seal on the two record notebooks. He just checked the record notebooks to see whether they were signed. He didn’t tell me anything about the signatures. I felt so relieved and I also had a sense of achievement that I had fooled one extremely sharp person. After that he just wished me all the best for my practical exam. After that I left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, was my exam, I was majorly tensed and I saw my physics teacher mocking at me (he always used to play with me a lot). I was actually feeling bad that I had cheated my physics teacher. Then I decided that I am surely going to go and tell him that I did the mistake. Because his silence was practically killing my conscious. So I went up to him and told him that I wanted to confess something to him. He acted as though he knew nothing though I knew that he knew everything. I just told him ‘sorry’ and he told that its ok.. I was just totally taken a back looking at his generosity. Actually when I decided that I will go and tell him the truth I thought that he is surely going to make it a big issue and that my future is for sure shattered. But nothing like that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he told me were these words “good that u realized it before it was too late and asked sorry.. the minute you realized that what you did was wrong, at that time itself I forgave you” I was really touched…  I guess this is how a teacher-student rapport should be..&lt;br /&gt; I don’t think I will be getting another teacher like him who truly gave me my space but still corrected me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114250987263560606?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114250987263560606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114250987263560606' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114250987263560606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114250987263560606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-i-am-running-short-of-thoughts-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114156071102214897</id><published>2006-03-05T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:17.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pitiable condition…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my early teenage days, I have wondered many a times as to why heroines are treated merely as sex dolls and why they are not given strong roles like how the yester year heroines like savithri used to get. I have always wanted to see a movie that had heroine playing a strong, dignified role. That was because in most of the movies the women are projected as though they are the weaker sex and that they cannot do anything without the help of the hero. At the same time the hero will be able to beat twenty goondas at a time and yet emerge out of the whole without even getting a scratch on his body… according to me this is heights of rubbish and crap anyone can ever think of showing people!!! These have been sincerely and strictly followed in all the MGR movies. And the saddest part is that the Tamil audiences have never failed to appreciate these kind dumb formulas.. The irony is these things have been termed as ‘success formulas’ by the producers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past I found answers to my questions.. There were few movies releasing which had the lady playing the lead role and they had received a lukewarm response from the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the case of Kovilpatti veeralakshmi… it had simran playing the lead role and the movie had extremely good story line. This story was actually inspired from a life of a lady named so. But still the movie failed to click at the box office. Why are these things happening? What kind of a movie the audience expects? Is it jus the same old mother-son sentiment? Or lovers running away from the house? Or brother-sister relationship? Or is it just the same old stuff of the so-called success formula and six songs where the hero and heroines have about three duet songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the audience at large prefers the masala movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave alone kollywood, the same is the condition with bollywood.. Movies which are good don get any recognition whereas movies with no stuff still manages to win the race. The tastes and preferences of the people are pitiable. With more and more westernization coming into the India, Indian culture is suffering very badly. Considering the number of kissing scenes in the movie, each and every movie competing with each other to increase the number of kissing scenes so that the movie is well received and that it becomes a box office hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the producers just want their movies to click at the box office. That’s it! They are not bothered about the public welfare. These kind of movies misguide the teenagers, both the girls and the boys who will be attracted to get into all unscrupulous acts. First of all, why should the audience force the producers to produce such movies? Its high time the audience starts appreciating nice subjects which projects human beings as human beings and not as dolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114156071102214897?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114156071102214897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114156071102214897' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114156071102214897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114156071102214897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/03/pitiable-condition-ever-since-my-early.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114147168855385470</id><published>2006-03-04T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relatives and cousins and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had this iota of doubt as to why there are innumerous relations like sister’s brother’s cousin’s son and each one of them having a name for themselves because I don’t think anyone of us take any steps in remembering those complex relations. Anyways I have miserably failed in remembering those relationships (considering my wonderful memory power). All I do when I see my distant relatives is just give a smile of recognition and when they ask me whether I remember them I will immediately without even giving a thought will say “ungala ennakku theriyadha?”. Some people stop with that but some continue to make me feel more miserable by remembering my childhood days and asking me whether I remember. But I have a ready made answer for that too.. I will just tell that I was too young then and so I don’t remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all will be facing these kinds of embarrassments but for me it’s more like self-inviting problems. After my dance programmes I will be receiving gifts and boquets from those persons whom I have not even met till now. Those days will be the most embarrassing days of my life. I really feel miserable for my indifferent attitude towards the concept RELATIONSHIPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as it comes to my interpretation with regards to this topic, I would any day prefer friends when compared to cousins and cousins brother’s sister’s son and blah blah.. This is mainly for the following reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Easy to remember ( I mean the word ‘friend’)&lt;br /&gt;2.   You can be yourself.. that is you need not be formal and need not put a false image before anyone.&lt;br /&gt;3.   They are there for you at any time and very easily approachable.&lt;br /&gt;4.   They are the only people who can make you comfortable after your parents and your own siblings.&lt;br /&gt;5.   Since they are of the same age they can empathize better than anyone can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I have had arguments with my mother, where she says that I am acting too selfish i.e. I am just bothered about my work and my friends and that I don’t care for my relatives. She will compare her generation with that of mine. She says that when she was a teenager she was much more attached to her cousins and siblings when compared to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my opinion is that the whole concept of cousins has disappeared. These days most of them feel that spending time with friends are much more fun when compared to spending time with cousins. At least in my case its absolutely true. I am much more comfortable with my friends (so are my cousins). One simple reason is because they understand my feelings and give respect to my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most of the relations or cousins, its not the emotions or understanding that plays the role, it’s the so-called relation that we have been hearing from the time we were born. So all these cousins relations are also now turning out to be more like hi-bye relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is actually my own opinion.. I might be wrong too. There are exceptions to every thing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114147168855385470?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114147168855385470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114147168855385470' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114147168855385470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114147168855385470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/03/relatives-and-cousins-and-friends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114084275083308035</id><published>2006-02-24T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CA classes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of CA gives people all types of tensions… but this course has many more to offer… for eg: CA classes.. lets just look at the positives and negatives of going to classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get many new friends&lt;br /&gt;Get an idea of what to do in life from the speeches given by the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Classes are fun&lt;br /&gt;Can try out many interesting stuffs like chatting through the paper when the classes are going on (have tried it out in PE-1… believe me it truly exciting)&lt;br /&gt;Can even chat through SMS when the classes are going on.. Thanks to AIRCEL services&lt;br /&gt;Ps: the above point should be done only with the people sitting inside the class and most importantly with the ones sitting NEXT to you&lt;br /&gt;If u are not interested you can also go into sleep, noone will bother (except MPV.. dare not do any such thing in his classes coz in the first place his classes are too interesting, second thing u will be jacked)&lt;br /&gt;Interested people can even try out their luck in getting new boyfriends, girl friends&lt;br /&gt;The most entertaining part is the name keeping ceremony for few of them ( I mean … “few interesting characters”)&lt;br /&gt;Place of competition&lt;br /&gt;Get to know people of different backgrounds, tastes, preferences, brought up and accordingly adjust with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;1.        Have to get up in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;2.        During the long sessions, bums tend to start aching!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Considering the fact that the positives are five times more than the negatives, CA classes are undoubtedly fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114084275083308035?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114084275083308035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114084275083308035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114084275083308035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114084275083308035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/ca-classes-very-thought-of-ca-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114070054436990344</id><published>2006-02-23T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sitting alone at home&lt;br /&gt;2.Surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;3.Chatting and freaking out with friends&lt;br /&gt;4.Watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strengths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hard work&lt;br /&gt;2. Never give up attitude&lt;br /&gt;3. Disciplined to some extent&lt;br /&gt;4. Caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weakness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Negative confidence&lt;br /&gt;2. Moody&lt;br /&gt;3. Emotional&lt;br /&gt;4. Possessive about my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything which has paneer&lt;br /&gt;2. Bhel puri&lt;br /&gt;3. Pani puri&lt;br /&gt;4. Curd rice during summers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink: lime juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite hangouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sitting in the beach alone&lt;br /&gt;2. Terrace&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to beach with friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Any other place where it is calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite songs (this countdown keeps changing but still..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kaisi hai yeh ruth ki jisne&lt;br /&gt;2. Enna ithu&lt;br /&gt;3. Enuyir thozhiye&lt;br /&gt;4. Aao na&lt;br /&gt;All time favorites: Illayaraja hits, A R Rahman hits, Shankar mahadevan songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. M P Vijay Kumar&lt;br /&gt;2. My brother&lt;br /&gt;3. Vikram (for the amount of confidence he had that he will crack the Tamil film industry one day and his sincerity and commitment)&lt;br /&gt;4.Every other person, I come across in one or more ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114070054436990344?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114070054436990344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114070054436990344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114070054436990344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114070054436990344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-stuff-i-love-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114052489095302223</id><published>2006-02-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I me myself and my ‘confusions’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my childhood days I have been always the queen of confusions… in everything I do, think there has always been the word CONFUSION attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when kids are asked the question about what they what to become after they grow up.. their immediate answer will be either teacher, police, doctor, or a pilot. And nothing was special with me.. I was also in that category.. but I was just carried away with all these stuffs for pretty long time.. I guess I was telling doctor, teacher, pilot blah blah .. till was in my eighth standard.. the most interesting part is that I used to tell all new new stuffs every other day. I was not even able to keep my thoughts stable even for two consecutive days. I used to be that confused!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my dance arangetram when I was in my eighth standard, and there was a sudden change in my thoughts.. all of a sudden I wanted to become a dancer.. I wanted to achieve something big in dance.. I wanted to see my name and photo published in almost all the leading news papers with raving reviews.. but little did I know about the dance profession as such, the difficulties faced and the various other things connected to this profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in my ninth standard, I started doing extremely good in my studies mainly math, and science… so I started thinking that I am going take up science in my eleventh and do engineering. But again, the next year I came to know that science was not my interest and I wanted to try out something different. I started thinking about many weird courses and also started asking my brother’s opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my brother had lots and lots of hopes on me. He wanted me to take Science only! He wanted me to try for IIT or BITS (poor guy little did he know about my commitment and sincerity. He failed to understand that I am a piece of flesh with no brains!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom, was very sure that I had to take up commerce only.. And according to my mom’s wish I ended up taking commerce only, coz me being the QUEEN OF CONFUSIONS was not able to decide anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally for about an year, I enjoyed my life a lot coz I had no decisions to take and so was really happy (coz no confusions, no tension.. nothing!!). Then again when I came to twelfth standard, again the thought of what to do next came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then I was not sure of what actually I wanted to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said that I had to do CA and she started threatening me that it’s a VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY tough course and stuff. Actually its absolutely true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I just sat down to think about what I want from my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just concluded that doctor or teacher was not my passion because those professions need something extra, which I don’t have..( anyways I guess its late realization.. cant do much about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next comes dance… I sincerely believe that I am not that kind of a person who can adopt in that environment and excel.. Because I AM NOT MADE THAT WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly coming to CA… well to be very true.. I have fallen in love with this course.&lt;br /&gt;This course calls for sincerity and commitment, which I lack. But still I like this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried many times to find out what actually attracts me towards this course.. but I have failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom had asked me to take up CA when I was in my 12th, I just asked my mom as to was the full form of CA.. that’s it… and now practically I am in love with this course!!! Didn’t even know when I started liking this course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s why people tell that ‘noone knows when love actually happens’ (ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still there are loads of confusions in my mind still!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray to god that i should stay like this forever ataleast regarding this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114052489095302223?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114052489095302223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114052489095302223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114052489095302223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114052489095302223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-me-myself-and-my-confusions-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-114028950789394325</id><published>2006-02-18T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is mainly about the torture  and little fun which we(I mean a group of some 20 innocent  people in my batch, one of them being the most pavam case.. and thats me:-)) underwent during the course of three months of computer training…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aptech is supposed to be called the MOST OB place on earth.. infact that was the reason why I joined there. But to my bad luck everything turned out to be against me and spoiled my whole life!!! That is they asked us to work on computers and do some jobless projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me give an intro about my faculty, his name was Leela prasad, the most irritating character on earth!!! He will just be behind me trying to prove that I am wrong in every thing and also never forgets to mock at me.. huh! Well I have actually bunked so so so so so many computer classes and for all the bunking which I used to do I had only one reason and that was my PRACTISE FOR DANCE PROGRAMME.. it was the key word for me… I guess he was doubtful as to whether I was telling him some lie or something and that’s why he even came for my prog to make sure that I was not bluffing.. ha ha ha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so that was about the wonderful faculty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the various people in my batch.. each and every person in my batch were interesting and admirable in their own way. They were super jovial types and never lost their patience when it came to listening to my hopeless talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the individual personalities in my class, first three people who come to my mind are pavi, supriya and neethu (who were equally bad as how I was in comp class.. right from attendance .. etc ) though they were giving me partnership in most of the shouting which I used to get from Leela prasad, there were few screamings which were exclusively for me… poor me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one person in my class who has been calling me as ‘loose’.. I mean from the day I met her(dunno how she managed to find out the truth on the very first day of meeting!!!). her name is sapna, though I call her cranky sis….coz she is the one who accompanies me with all the cranky, jobless, pointless, funny, idiotic talks or blabbering(you can put it either way you want to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next are Ganga, Tejovati, Sylvin, Rekha, Savithri, kanika, karthik, mahaveer and few others… though now its time for us to part each other I just want to tell something.. each and every person are good in their own way… for eg: Savithri for her quite nature ( I think I should try being like her, but I am sure I will not be able to be like that)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I will be missing those days when I used to argue with Leela prasad for free hours..and neither will I be able to forget those days when I used to get lectures for not attending classes properly(though it used to be irritating but still it used to be fun… coz all these lectures fail to have any effect on me.. and poor guy used to go on telling about my poor attendance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget one more thing, the days when I will be waiting outside my class on the corridor just to find out whether Raunak got jacked for anything… I don’t know the reason why but I really feel good when he tells that he got jacked. I think it must be because one more person is also there who gets royally jacked like me .. ha ha ha .. i know its more of a saddistic pleasure(with a wicked grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these people there were many more people whom i came to know.. they were from other batches and it was really nice to talk with them and become friends:-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey how can i forget the FACT THAT APTECH WAS THE PLACE WHERE ALL MY BLOGGING STARTED. (infact that was the only one thing which i used to do properly in the lab sessions in Aptech).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!!! Oh god… three months of classes are now over .. and so no more fun no more OB.. noone to ask me to sit jobless for four long hours… and its now time to get back to work and prepare for exams….. hmmmm… I just wish I get back those days…(these are only a very few handful memories… there are many more sweet memories attached to these three months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more of a mixed expression for me, i am both happy and sad... happy on one end because i need not go to that stinking place anymore and sad because i will be missing all the fun,  fights, arguements, pranks and etc etc etc which i had:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! What a wonderful period it was….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-114028950789394325?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/114028950789394325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=114028950789394325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114028950789394325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/114028950789394325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113983689766162131</id><published>2006-02-13T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey its a day since i posted anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it is VAENTINES DAY and i am excited about the fact that how many of my friends will be proposed...(he he he..well it actually sounds cheap... sorry guys was jus playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have planned for some surprise tomorrow for my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no more a surprise coz they know that i am giving them something... so i jus hope that they should like it... really hoping...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE S DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113983689766162131?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113983689766162131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113983689766162131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113983689766162131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113983689766162131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-its-day-since-i-posted-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113967158279311700</id><published>2006-02-11T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:16.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An eventful day!!!………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second blog for the day!!! I have lots to write about the day as such…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had not gone today to swathi s place today I would have really missed something great in life…&lt;br /&gt;At round 5pm, pavi (surprisingly on time) and shil came to my house.. And neethu also joined us in few minutes.. we left my house and then went to the beach to meet harini and the other ging bang in that group.. There was a stupid idiotic personality whom I met in the beach today… there was a guy doing some anchoring thingy for some close up contest..  he was really stupid.. Practically flirting with most girls!!! He was not able to tell question for nuts.. He was spelling it as ‘kosthin’ which was TOTALLY irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to swathi s place, we saw the nineteen different gifts which were gifted by pavi, shil, neethu and viji to swat… they were really brilliant… to name a few.. They were: a storybook kane and aabel, earings, key chain…. Etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to confess something very seriously.. Though I told swats that she was looking really brilliant, but I now realize that it was not all… she was really looking like an angel, in her pink skirt and off white top, amazing… beautiful.. Pretty.. Cute… aiyyo I am running out of words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aarthi’s and chikki’s singing made my day too..&lt;br /&gt;Every one of them dressed in a very smart cute way with bright faces, wow.. If I had not gone there I would have really missed a lot.. really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to swathi for really making it a point to call me and my mom who at last came to a consensus with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now coming to the disastrous part of my day.. bloody idiotic bike of mine got punctured TWICE on my way back home from swath’s place and so all the plans for going out for dinner got cancelled and the seemandha puttiran of the house went out saying that he has to go to meet his “friends”. Wuuaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not bothering me much because I am still thinking about those lovely moments when I was at eliot’s beach and swathi’s place….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113967158279311700?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113967158279311700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113967158279311700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113967158279311700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113967158279311700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/eventful-day-this-is-my-second-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113963406647380722</id><published>2006-02-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/2172/1600/SANY0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/2172/320/SANY0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/2172/1600/anya_crib_rock_couture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/2172/320/anya_crib_rock_couture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy birthday to my dear sweeeeet heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s blog is dedicated to swathi(coz its her b’day!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had known her name from chikki in the MK class days itself but though I got to see her only in college..&lt;br /&gt;Super sweet personality (hard to meet but I guess I am too lucky to know her), amazing speaker which superb voice, heeeeeeeeeeellllllllluuuuuuvvvvvvvvaaaaaaaa helpful, and caring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget her eeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllliiiiiiiiicccccccccchhhh, she has such an innocent genuine smile which just reflects her heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to hugie, noone is there to beat swathi… she will just give a hug and you literally feel so so so so so so so much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to her talks… I am fascinated by her “thungi vannu” and the way she tells it… ohhhh its amazing… so cuteJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the date when this angel jus stepped in to this earth to make so so so so so so so many people’s life colourful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is urs babe!!!&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;actually the real angel was much prettier ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she grew up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now over the years she is in coll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here comes the real angel giving her A class hugie to chikki&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;I dedicate this song to u…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“nalam vazha ennallum en vazhtukkal….”(if u don know this song… as chikki this song… its from a movie ‘marubadiyum’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also “enuyir thozhiye…” from ‘kangalal kaidu sai’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dedicated to swats&lt;br /&gt;luv ya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lodsa lodsa lodsa luv, hugs, kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from nivi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113963406647380722?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113963406647380722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113963406647380722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113963406647380722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113963406647380722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-happy-happy-birthday-to-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113957680465030266</id><published>2006-02-10T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers… my part and parcel of life… huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This topic was actually told by my friend aarthi, fondly called thi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now to go on… these teachers are few who have or are continuing to take my life out daily!!!! Wuaaahhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Kavitha- She is a comedy character in the B.com department, her mannerisms are totally funny, and not to mention about the superb language… wow!!!! Simply superb.. As soon as she gets in to the class she will start calling out my name and will not stop till the hour gets over.. sometimes I even feel why she has not got the disease ‘short term memory loss’, which surya got in gajini and in the process try forgetting my name atleast for a day or so! She doesn’t need any reason for calling me and tell me that I am very talkative… she need not tell me that I am talkative daily!!!!… I know it by myself so why should she waste her energy?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And now coming to her classes… practically she does nothing but will jus give few scaring dialogues as though the whole world’s (I mean the globe) weight is on her head and that she has to manage everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the turth is SHE IS TOTALLY JOBLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me I DON get scared for anything I jus laugh my heart out at all her so called “scaring dialogues” … poor lady she must have done a lot of homework on all those dialogues, but fails to understand that it doesn’t work on most of us!!! Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess one is enough for now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued are many more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113957680465030266?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113957680465030266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113957680465030266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113957680465030266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113957680465030266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/teachers-my-part-and-parcel-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113954682818776410</id><published>2006-02-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RANG DE BASANTI…… review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing movie, awesome movie……. Everything in the movie is fresh and each and every character is very beautifully designed that there is no way one can find out any flaws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the first half where the friends are freaking out and enjoying life or the second half where they realize their responsibilities and revolt back, the screenplay is excellent. The romance between madhavan and soha ali khan stands out and makes us love their characters too. each and every character makes an impact in the viewers mind, be it anupam kher or om puri... they have something to tell surely......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it DJ (Aamir)or Karan (Siddharth) or Sukhi (Sharmaan Joshi) or Aslam (Kunal Kapoor) or Ram (Atul Kulkarni) or Sue Meckenzie, all make you love their characters in their own way.. like DJ with his songs.......&lt;br /&gt;all songs are good in their own way.. be it masti ki patshala, roobaaroo etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, RDB needs a big round of applause for giving us such an excellent entertainment......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113954682818776410?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113954682818776410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113954682818776410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113954682818776410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113954682818776410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/rang-de-basanti-review-amazing-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113941389410261345</id><published>2006-02-08T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now i am suffering from a very  very very bad cold and ear pain.. my whole energy is getting absorbed by the medicines which i am taking and so have no energy or enthu to think of any topic to write on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cold.... shit its sick .. totally sick..nowadays i am really getting sick of this cold and fever coz fever is something which the children are supposed to get but in my case its totally the opposite.. when i was young i hardly used to get any fever and stuff but now it has almost become i like i got to get fever once a month and cold for 10 days a month.... getting bugged with it!!! the worst part is that my cold is always accompanied with a very bad ear pain... so i end up using loads and loads of cotton during this period of cold(for plugging it to my ears).. and all my friends will be asking stuff s as to wat happened other stuffs... i have to tell everyone the same thing.. though i know that i got to feel good coz so many of them are very concerned about me but i dont like publicising and i some wat feel that i am creating sympathy....:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest part is that i cannot be without wearing a jerkin or a sweater when i am having cold... ha ha ha... totally funny........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is my post for today.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113941389410261345?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113941389410261345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113941389410261345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113941389410261345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113941389410261345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/right-now-i-am-suffering-from-very.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113930492778113805</id><published>2006-02-07T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when is this gonna end????!!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don know when this monotonous life of going to college and computer class, back home, get glued to books, and go to bed at one going to continue... really getting bugged these days... I feel as though it has been ages since i have met my friends though i meet them in college everyday! This  i guess must be due the fact that we hardly get much time to talk in liesure to eachother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time it was kind of a custom like thing to meet up for all the birthdays or sometimes generally too.. But now there is only call made to wish the dear one on his\her birthday and after that one rupee call everything is over... We don get time to meet each other other than college or CA class or computer class.. Whatever might be the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time i am out of bed i got to rush rush rush and only rush from one place to another... In the morning i have my CA class so i get up at 5.30 types and i come back from class and then immediately rush to computer classand from there got to rush to college at 12.15... and will be back from college at 6 in the evening and then rush to the temple before it gets crowded and come home, have dinner and have a look at the watch and and you will realise that its already 9.00 and then for sometime get glued to tv and then by ten u sit down with books and do the honours till one and back to bed at one and then have to get up at 5.30 again..... hmph!!! what a life???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a change!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113930492778113805?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113930492778113805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113930492778113805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113930492778113805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113930492778113805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-is-this-gonna-end-i-really-don.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113922914762233614</id><published>2006-02-06T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few fascinating personalities in my life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just fully about friends who are a great asset of mine.. they have been there whenever I need them, whenever I demand their presence etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the list of few but worthy friends….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krithika- angel of our gang, charming, cranky, understanding, intelligent, awesome singer (her guy is jus too lucky), a neighbor of mine so its too easy for both of us to drop in to each other’s house when ever we are feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarthi- another good looking female in my gang, patient listener, with an American accent (hey guys, believe me.. sometimes it gets very irritating when people talk with some accent… but this girl is an exception), awesome dancer, funny at times and an accounts prodigy in MPV’s classes(well I know how arthi will be reacting to it… but still arthi I am telling TOUCHWOOD!!!) , her dressing sense and her accessories jus ROCKS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavitra- damn caring, understanding, loving person,intelligent, helpful, she can make you feel that she is always there for you, awesome person to share your views or problems when you are dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neethu- she has views, which are similar to that of mine in many things… that I guess must be coz both our names start with ‘N’… well I know the logic is too lame.. but still its nice to know that there is someone who has views on different things which are the same as yours… understanding, a person who will patiently sit and reply to all my messages in the late night;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa- but her real name is gilma…. Damn talented person, I have never seen a person who can keep smiling, and cracks some witty as well as thought provoking jokes(sometimes). And one person who will be the first person to comment on my posts… in other words she is my blog partner, too good at poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swathi- she is the teddy bear of our gang, real darling, doesn’t know to tell NO to anything, helpful, a girl with radiant smile, amazing command over the language. Whenever swats is there near by, noone will feel bored because we can always pull her legs and she will not be bothered at all.J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoorva- a girl with goli urundai siripu and hoogly woogly cheeks… apoo it’s a treat to pull your cheeks, studious, friendly, innocent, comical character at times because sometimes she will not be able to understand what we are talking and she will ask some doubts and all of us will end up laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishwarya- pet name- ice, one more Gemini in the gang, funny, friendly, sweet girl but dangerous too, coz she is one person who will just put my mood off with one word,&lt;br /&gt;And she is the ‘babe’ of our gang… every thing on earth suits this girl, and she has an awesome figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vijayalakshmi- super studious, hardworking, she has beautiful eyes, long hair, very knowledgeable when is comes to current affairs in the corporate world and very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suman- she is the guru of our gang, first person to get married,  within a span of six months from her engagement I find sea change attitude in her. Caring, helpful, And looks good in marwadi sarees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssupriya- the first thing, which fascinates me, is her spelling; her spelling is so unique, real cool person, an interesting personality, one of those friends whom I have got in the near past…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Raunak- well as far as this person is concerned I have known him for the past four months, he is a tension freak though he claims that he is ‘cool’, sweet, friendly, but very very adamant, but still I have lots of hope that he will open up one fine day, poor guy will be royally disturbed by me daily…...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113922914762233614?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113922914762233614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113922914762233614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113922914762233614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113922914762233614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/few-fascinating-personalities-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113911703736929920</id><published>2006-02-04T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a typical school life...&lt;br /&gt; well to start off, i studied in a co-ed, the school was known for its academic excellence... in other words it was termed to be one of the "padips" school in the near by area.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From the very young age, there was one subject which i never used to like, and that was ENGLISH. The word english used to make me scared and english exams used to give me sleepless nights. now you guys might have a doubt.. then why the hell should this girl have a blog of her own and why should she bug others to read it and post their comments.. well the reason is I WANNA IMPROVE MY ENGLISH..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess the disliking for this language is hereditary in my family coz my brother also once hated this language,but their was a sudden change in him and he started reading many many story books and now he has created a blog for himself and his posts are really good. so guess its not my turn to improve my language.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the  interesting incidents of my school days.. i was always a prankster and a very mischeviuos girl in my school days(people tell that i am continuing to be one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to make my narration simple i take the part of the narrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once when i was in my tenth standard, i had a group of six people who were equally mishevious like me and we six of us were called the 'OB' girls of my school. There was an english teacher.. from now on lets call her 'U'(for convieneince). She literally used to shout at five of us for no good reason(the sixth one was U's favourite student.. let fav student's name  be 'M'). So, we guys once planned to take revenge on her, and our plan was to spill ink on her saree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There were about twelve girls in my class and all of them readily agreed to the plan. They( i mean my classmates) got really excited and asked us to prepare a fool proof plan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And now it was our turn to make a fool proof plan. After thinking for about one whole day, we drew a very safe plan..&lt;br /&gt;  the plan was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First when the teacher gets in to the class, M will go and ask some doubts to U and the five of us will go one by one and stand next to U(so as to cover up U fully so that noone sees us dropping the ink on her saree) and the other six girls  in class will be distracting U's attention by making noises by dropping some things(for his purpose we had brought bells of cycles and empty bottles). In the mean time we guys will spill the ink on her saree and will walk off..&lt;br /&gt;  the plan was totally fool proof and it worked out the same way in which we wanted it to happen. but there were many things which we thought will never happen. but it happened...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the teacher saw her saree, she started shouting at the class as to who did it.. but noone answered.. we were acting as though we didn understand anything as to what was happening there.. Then U told that if the person doesnt come out by himself or herslf then she will be going to the principal.still noone answered, and she did go to the principal, and complained about the class.&lt;br /&gt;  For few days, teachers came to our class to talk about this issue in a very nice way with the hope that we might tell them the truth, but we didnt tell them. The turning point came when three b****es from my class went and told the class teacher that we only did it. they became the approvers and in the process we were caught.&lt;br /&gt;  The next day six of us were called to assemble in the principal's room and there we got real good scoldings.. it was supposed to be a scolding but beleive me or not none of us were able to take it as scoldings because the whole situation looked very funny, all of us were so tempted to laugh(we were not all that brat types girls but still we found the whole thing funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a long session of lecture for six of us, the rest of the girls in my class were also called and they were also given similar advice..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well.. now if i sit down to think about those things now, its so nice to even get thoughts of those wonderful days where you can just be careless and continue doing your pranks on others..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;similar incident happened when i was in ninth standard.. I studied ninth standard in delhi in a school called Somerville. it was also called a padips school. In that school, my gang consisted of six people including me, two guys and three girls  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once, we had planned to play with someone.. our maths teacher was a real cool person, and so we guys decided to play with her( i was her favourite student).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The plan was to celebrate her birthday, so we guys had kept the cake on the teachers table and we have stuck a balloon filled with water and other jigna stuffs in such a way that when she switches on the fan the balloon bursts and the water falls on her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The same thing happened but she didnt even tell a word because she is very cool and will not mind all these things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  well thats all for now about my krishna leela's.. now coming to my story  of crushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  till i finished my school, i had only one crush and that was my first ever crush... he was one of my own classmates, he had amazing sense of humour.. i guess that must be the thing which attracted me towards him.&lt;br /&gt;  he was a very nice guy, shy type of a person when it comes to talking to girls(i don like shy guys).. but still i found him cute and nice.. he was an exception...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school, i had given my slam book to be filled to him and here he goes filling it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;address: cannot disclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone:--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most embarassing situation: when i learnt that siddarth liked you(well siddarth was another guy in my class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most admirable person: not u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambition: onyx bin collector(i like his sense of humour in this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lines for me: u could have been subtle in class 10... you know what i am saying...&lt;br /&gt;( he meant i was site adichufying him through out tenth!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now he completes filling this and gives it to me... to my horror i find all these things and i feel miserable and now my friend M walks up to me and reads what S has written in my slam book and she starts laughing..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i jus moved away from that place taking my bag... i guess one of S's friends saw me going fast and he went and told S about this... S came to M and asked as to what was wrong and then M tells that i actually liked him and that he should not have written all those stuff which he had written in my slam book..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then S realises his mistake and immediately tells M to convey his apologies to me... it was such a nice act of S to tell sorry immediately..... i still like S for this act of his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is actually one a brief porion of what happened that day... will send the whole thing in detail in the next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are few incidents which i would never ever forget in my life...:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113911703736929920?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113911703736929920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113911703736929920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113911703736929920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113911703736929920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/typical-school-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21471178.post-113886172327895068</id><published>2006-02-01T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:36:15.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... i don know how to start this topic... i was thinking about this for the past fifteen minutes but was not able to think of anything better ... and now here i start...I am gonna talk about something which is connected with my daily life... and that is JOBLESSNESS... i was thinking as to why i usually feel bored.. and the first thing which struck my head was thefact that i was jobless... dunno what all people end up doing when they are jobless.. day before yesterday we( i mean the stupid college people) were asked to attend one inter colegiate event conducted by our college.. the event was debate and the topic was 'fiscal deficit'... hmph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing which comes to my mind now are the CA classes where we used to chat using paper when the class was going on.. we end up doing such stuff only when we r not able to talk to the person sitting next to us BECAUSE OF THOSE LONG BORING CRAPPY LECTURES GIVEN IN COLLEGE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest part is that when i message people at nights just because i am not getting sleep..&lt;br /&gt;and i know there are many of them who r right nowcursing me for that.. but whatcan i do????its not my mistake..ITS ALL BECAUSE I AM JOBLESS!!!WELL I GUESS THIS IS ENOUGH FOR now.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21471178-113886172327895068?l=niveditan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/feeds/113886172327895068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21471178&amp;postID=113886172327895068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113886172327895068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21471178/posts/default/113886172327895068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niveditan.blogspot.com/2006/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>nivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938476472312951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
