<?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-16455593</id><updated>2011-11-19T21:33:48.886+05:30</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Bag'/><category term='Capgemini Sud'/><category term='Amsterdam'/><category term='KLM'/><category term='Talk'/><category term='Pathetic'/><category term='&quot;If you were in these arms tonight&quot;'/><category term='Basar'/><category term='&quot;Perfect Girl&quot;'/><category term='“She Who Shall Not be Named”'/><category term='Awesome'/><category term='Comments'/><category term='Tour'/><category term='&apos;The Omens&apos;'/><category term='CHANGE'/><category term='Mistake'/><category term='Mails'/><category term='think'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Kites'/><category term='World Cup; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384058291826808018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after almost 12 days and one mega flop show, I finally decided to go around Toulouse. I picked up some maps and tourist brochures from the Hotel and was on my way. It was a beautiful day with clear blue sky. (I know I sound like a typical English man :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I took a bus to Basso Combo at 10:30 and then a metro to Capitole. Since it was the first time I was traveling by a Metro to Capitole. Surprisingly the metro was completely deserted and there were not more than 5-10 people in the metro. &lt;i&gt;Shit! Is it a holiday in Toulouse!!!&lt;/i&gt; After we crossed a couple of stations, the metro was pretty packed and I breathed a sigh of relief! I finally reached Capitole at 11:00 AM and soon got out of the metro station. Finally, I was in the heart of Toulouse and I could see lots and lots of people. It is the first time I have seen so many people in Toulouse. So I finally acknowledged SD’s remarks, that Toulouse is the fifth biggest city in France. He also mentioned that Toulouse is a very traditional city and has a rich culture and history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgEf_37rCI/AAAAAAAAD1c/A236R45OAu0/s200/020+-+Great+Performance+Capitole.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384058302289914914" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I unfolded" the city map and searched for the first and the only destination I highlighted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;the map - ‘Toulouse Tourism Office’. I decided to take a walking guide tour from the Tourism Office. As I was walking to the Tourism Office, I noticed that a band was performing on the street. Their music was so good that I stood there for more than 20 minutes admiring their talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Once I reached the ‘Tourism Office’, the lady told me that the English guided tour was not available this month. She asked me if I wanted to go along with the French group. With my knowledge of French, it was not a hard decision to make. I picked up a Toulouse Tourist card, using which I will get free entry into all the museums and parks, for 25 Euro and I was on my way to explore Toulouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Building next to the Tourism Office was the ‘Capitolium’ or the ‘Palace du Capitole’ and is the heart of the city. The square outside, is surrounded by red-bricked buildings and the ground marked with the Toulouse cross. The Capitolium serves as a Town hall and the Capitole Theater now. Built in the 19th century, this epitomizes the French architecture of the early 19th century. The interiors of this building are as magnificent as its exteriors with beautiful paintings and well crafted artifacts. (works of Jean-Paul Laurens and Henry Martin) Just across the square, there are various street cafes under beautiful stone canopies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgDqmtGQ9I/AAAAAAAAD00/iPskVtrVgcI/s200/101+-+Capitolium.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384057385000518610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgDsHnksHI/AAAAAAAAD1M/COGB4dPrhCo/s200/038.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384057411015585906" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgDruFF2NI/AAAAAAAAD1E/3oWmLztfECQ/s200/103.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384057404160071890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgDrHVEaUI/AAAAAAAAD08/K07HMFUIBwQ/s200/107.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384057393758103874" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Before getting started on the walking tour, I decided to stack up my body with carbohydrates and protein as I missed my breakfast. So I stuffed myself with a Burger and a desert crepe filled with strawberries and cream from Mc Donald’s. When I was done with the desert, I walked towards the unfolded the map and marked all the churches, cathedrals, basilicas and museums I had to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I then visited Basillique Saint Sernin, Church of Les Jacobins and Cathedral Saint Etienne. All of them were stunning and beautiful. The huge structures, the status, the paintings, stained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;glasses, and the high raised arched ceilings give them an aura of their own. These structure built in the 14, 15 century truly take you back in time. Since all the museums were closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; today, I need to visit them on some other day. But I did manage to get a peek into the ‘Musee de Augustins’, through its glass windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgBn4FFUHI/AAAAAAAAD0c/WMBLbMiM-Zs/s200/067+-+Le+Jacobins.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384055139101659250" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgBmUou2gI/AAAAAAAAD0M/iJzXjH5cvMY/s200/041.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384055112407636482" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgBnOhxOII/AAAAAAAAD0U/fQQQgBNXEwc/s200/062.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384055127947688066" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgBoSgcv3I/AAAAAAAAD0k/NZDVToilirI/s200/024+-+Capitole.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384055146195763058" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;All through my walking tour, I was turning a blind eye on the all the stores – clothes, electronics, jewelry, watches, bakeries, etc. As my will power was quite strong, and my bank balance quite small I managed to stay away from shopping and only did a bit of window shopping. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/Srf_NWuMhfI/AAAAAAAADzs/GvCSU5ABH5o/s200/022+-+Capitole+2.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384052484447438322" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/Srf_N4tNGzI/AAAAAAAADz0/fOrWM1lk4dk/s200/027+-+Capitole1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384052493570087730" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/Srf_3loGgXI/AAAAAAAADz8/KVLhpf49W6I/s200/030+-+Capitole.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384053210002915698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/Srf_4RvjlQI/AAAAAAAAD0E/WF0hwEIazzE/s200/032+-+Capitole.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384053221845341442" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Music:&lt;/b&gt; Uptown Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5160009975461044949?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5160009975461044949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5160009975461044949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5160009975461044949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5160009975461044949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/tour-de-toulouse.html' title='Tour de Toulouse'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/SrgEfY5VVNI/AAAAAAAAD1U/-zLuHePhK8Y/s72-c/019+-+Clear+Blue+Sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7804345797463795167</id><published>2008-03-07T23:55:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:27:25.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French Desserts'/><title type='text'>French Food &amp; Desserts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A lot of people in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; warned me about the food in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; and how we just can't eat it. However, frequent world travelers might give you a completely contradictory reply. After a week in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;, I have a mixed opinion on French Food. I have tasted all kinds of food (Good, Not so good, bad, and very bad) within fortnight. For the initial few days, I hated the French food. Yes, 'hated' and not 'hate'. Of late I am enjoying the French food though. May be I just needed time to get used to the French food. I just had posion (fish) for dinner today and it was delicious. (So now you know why I am writing this blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't have any mixed opinion on the Desserts though. The best part about Food in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; is the Deserts. They are absolutely AWESOME!!! From Pastries to Creme Caramels, Cream puff to bons bons, Tarts to Crepe Suzette....Just about every desert is delicious (I know it making your mouth water) I actually skipped my dinner yesterday and had a couple of desserts [:P] and today I just had a crape dipped in yummy hot chocolate with a lot of nuts and almonds. (Now stop envying me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; Rocking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; Stayin Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7804345797463795167?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7804345797463795167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7804345797463795167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7804345797463795167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7804345797463795167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/french-food-desserts.html' title='French Food &amp; Desserts'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-4748696114757812282</id><published>2008-03-06T00:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:28:55.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Mc Donald's - I'm loving it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today, I found a Mc Donald's near Basso Combo. I decided to miss my connecting bus to the Hotel and went to Mc Donald's and had a McChicken and Fries. It was awesome! After finishing the Burger and Frites, I asked the girl at the counter to give me one McChicken, so that I can have it in the Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The girl at the counter was damn cute!!!! and she was also good in english. So till the McChicken was packed, I had a conversation with the counter girl. She was Finnish (hence good english) and is in Toulouse for her studies. I think I am getting better in striking up conversations with Strangers[:P]...Good for me[;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think I have a crush on that girl....heheheheh[:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; I'm Loving it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; Do you wanna dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-4748696114757812282?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4748696114757812282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=4748696114757812282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4748696114757812282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4748696114757812282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/mc-donalds-im-loving-it.html' title='Mc Donald&apos;s - I&apos;m loving it'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3186067742658595677</id><published>2008-03-05T10:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:29:17.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I k(no)w English!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After a long day in Office, I headed to the bus stop at around 6:30 PM. (6:30 PM is a long day in Office in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; [;)]) As I reached the bus stop, I noticed a beautiful French woman at the bus stop. I just gave her a ‘Hi’ smile and stood in the bus stop. Even though I am very bad at start conversations with strangers, I decided to start one with this beautiful girl . After an introduction, and midway through our conversation she said, “I k(no)w English”. The moment she told me that she knew English, I was all excited. But unfortunately the excitement did not last too long. Soon she clarified with the sign language, which I am going to master in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, that she doesn’t know English. Earlier, She actually said – “I No English”[:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Bored!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; Last Thing on my mind – Lee Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3186067742658595677?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3186067742658595677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3186067742658595677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3186067742658595677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3186067742658595677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-english.html' title='I k(no)w English!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5243050366652508009</id><published>2008-03-02T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:34:10.966+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flop show'/><title type='text'>The Mega Flop show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;All my plans went down the drain this weekend. As it was raining heavily on Saturday I couldn’t go to the downtown in Toulouse and then I thought I will go to the downtown on Sunday and slept all Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the weather was ideal for a tour sunny and pleasant and I woke up by 11; got ready by 11:30 and with all the excitement of exploring a new place and interacting with new people I went to the Bus stop. As always I was carrying the most important thing for traveler in France – French to English and English to French conversion dictionary. I waited in the bus stop for more than 1 hour and then decided to learn a bit of French. I opened the dictionary and started translating everything around. And I started to translate the lines on the bus stop and after translation it meant there was no bus service on Sundays and public holidays. I was literally kicking myself and I made a nice fool out of myself. I went back to the hotel and slept all day again. Even the damn restaurant is closed on weekends so I had to get pizza’s delivered from outside. (Pizza is the closest thing that comes to Roti &amp;amp; Sabji in France.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all this weekend was a mega flop show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Still feeling sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Roobaru Roshiniiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5243050366652508009?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5243050366652508009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5243050366652508009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5243050366652508009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5243050366652508009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/mega-flop-show.html' title='The Mega Flop show'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7738371431898345185</id><published>2008-02-26T22:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:14:18.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventure'/><title type='text'>I have seen God Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Man, it was a scary experience. Today when I was coming back from Office in the Bus, I missed my bus stop. In fact I only realized it after we crossed a couple of miles. Then I though it’s a nice chance to see the city and I can return in the same bus. My plan of seeing the city, flopped as this bus went through the outer ring road and there is nothing much to see around. After about 25 minutes the bus entered the Sessyes area, which is another corner of the city. The bus went through the narrow road; it felt like I was going through the lanes of Old city in Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the bus stopped after 10 minutes and everyone got off the bus, then I asked the bus driver that when would the bus go back to Basso Combo? (The place I boarded the bus) The driver was not very comfortable with English and I had to use the universal sign language and my very bad French skills. After having a discussion with the driver for 5 minutes I understood that this bus would not go back to Basso Combo. I was in complete disbelief when I heard it and my heart sank. Then I asked the driver if I can get a taxi near by to go back to Rou boudeville and the driver replied back saying “No Taxi”. Now I know I was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a minute of silence the bus driver told me that I might get a taxi from a place which was 5 miles away. He asked me to sit down and started the bus and drove to the taxi stand. And guess my luck! There were no taxis in the taxi stand. So the driver turned back looked at me and started driving again. (I think he was cursing his luck) He took me all the way back to the Hotel. I thanked him from the bottom of my heart and for me he was the God today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Days [Telugu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7738371431898345185?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7738371431898345185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7738371431898345185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7738371431898345185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7738371431898345185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-seen-god-today.html' title='I have seen God Today'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1754254727820450499</id><published>2008-02-26T18:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:40:41.516+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capgemini Sud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse'/><title type='text'>First day in Capgemini Sud, Toulouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Today is the first day in office here in Toulouse and it makes me feel nostalgic about my first day in Kanbay. Not knowing what to wear, the best bet was to wear a formal dress and carry a blazer, which I did. I enquired about the bus stop at the Hotel reception (Thank god, the receptionist knows English) and then walked to the bus stop. Thanks to Sylvain, who provided me all the information before hand, I boarded a bus on Line 58 first and then boarded one on Line 21. So I reached Capgemini office without much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvain came down to the reception and took me to the KM2 workspace. The office was very different. Unlike the offices in India, every floor had many small rooms. Each room is occupied by 10 -12 people of one/multiple project. As KM2 team had only 2 people, they shared a room along with a people from the airbus team. Soon, I got introduced to all the people (I don’t remember names except for Sylvain and Simon) and then after resolving my Laptop issues, we got going with the Migration discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Lunch, I decided to have a Sandwich. These are very different, they are more like roles and the worst part is that they are cold and undercooked meat. (For the first time in my life I wanted to eat veg, but they just don’t make anything veg) No one in cafeteria knows English and I had a tough time getting what I want. After Lunch we got back to Migration discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French do not work for more than 35 hours a week, so everyone started to leave the office by 5PM and its 6:10 now and the office looks completely deserted. It’s time for me to get back to the Hotel before it gets dark, so that I can get down at the right stop of which I have very vivid images in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; No music in Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1754254727820450499?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1754254727820450499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1754254727820450499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1754254727820450499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1754254727820450499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-first-day-in-office-here-in.html' title='First day in Capgemini Sud, Toulouse'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2622525211742072428</id><published>2008-02-25T15:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:11:46.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porsche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse'/><title type='text'>The Porsche ride to the Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;After all the struggle with the baggage and the Immigration department I finally came out of the airport. The airport had even fewer people outside than inside. Then I walked towards a taxi stand and the first car in the taxi stand was a Porsche. My mind refused to accept a Porsche as a Taxi. But then I hesitantly walked towards the Porsche and showed him the Hotel Address and he told me something in French, which I did not understand and I replied back saying that I don’t know French. So he asked me to get into the Car and we were on our way to the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was, all alone in a unknown city, in an unknown country and going around in a Porsche. I was feeling like the King of Toulouse. [J]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver then showed me the Capgemini Office en route to the Hotel, gave me some additional information about Toulouse, Hotels near Capgemini Office etc. But I just wasn’t interested in any of them. I just was enjoying the Porsche ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; The World of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-2622525211742072428?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2622525211742072428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2622525211742072428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2622525211742072428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2622525211742072428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/porsche-ride-to-hotel.html' title='The Porsche ride to the Hotel'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1171830602927052581</id><published>2008-02-25T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:08:50.963+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse Airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration'/><title type='text'>Things to come ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Toulouse airport looks like an MMTS station in Hyderabad. I am not denigrating it in anyway; the MMTS stations in Hyderabad are just as beautiful. But I just compared it because of the size of the terminal and the number of people in the airport. The airport had less than 200 people a complete contract to the New Delhi airport, where they were 3000 people just in the Immigration queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After collecting my baggage, I went to go to the Immigration department, just to find out if I need my visa to be stamped again in Toulouse or not? I finally found the Immigration department and after knocking the door several times, a lady police officer opened the door. And this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, I am coming from India, Is this the Immigration department? [I was not sure as it was written in French]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; @#%$#$^%&amp;amp;^*&amp;amp;%$$%^%%$#@#$% [Something in French]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I do not speak French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; #@$^%&amp;amp;%^@&amp;amp;^#&amp;amp;%#&amp;amp;@^*[Something again in French]&lt;br /&gt;WTF…..After 36 hours of journey, I have to deal with this shit now…I decided to speak as little English as possible and try to communicate in the universal sign language..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [I showed her my passport, and then my visa and signaled “stamp”] Stamp on the Visa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; She took my passport and waked into the room. [I followed her with all the baggage….She went into another room and enquired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [Was just hoping that she is asking the right thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady officer:&lt;/strong&gt; [after a couple of minutes] No Stamping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [Mixed with Sign language]No Stamping required?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this accomplishment, I patted myself on my back and told myself, “Well done mate!! Sign language ki jai” But I know that this was just a beginning and it’s only going to get worse with the Taxi guys, Hotel people, bus drivers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy [of my achievement]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Do it for me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1171830602927052581?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1171830602927052581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1171830602927052581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1171830602927052581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1171830602927052581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-to-come-ahead.html' title='Things to come ahead'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6247387076883628839</id><published>2008-02-25T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:06:26.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Toulouse, Here I come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;It’s a one and half hour flight from Amsterdam to Toulouse. I had to hand over my hand baggage to the steward in the plane as it did not go into the cabinet inside the airplane. So I took my Laptop, just to do some time pass and handed over my baggage to him. So here I am blogging, onboard the plane KL 1303.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aerial view of Europe is absolutely breathtaking. The first 15 minutes of the flight will just leave you spell-bound with its awesome natural beauty. The amazingly green landscapes, the beautiful structures, the serene skies and the bright blue water bodies (sea &amp;amp; innumerous lakes) provide an absolutely magnificent and the most panoramic view. With very little pollution on the air, you can actually see the plane entering the French/Belgium land. The view from above the clouds is even more fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wish, I had wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; The World I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Fascinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6247387076883628839?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6247387076883628839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6247387076883628839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6247387076883628839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6247387076883628839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/toulouse-here-i-come.html' title='Toulouse, Here I come'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6541555954170199613</id><published>2008-02-25T06:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:04:48.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schiphol'/><title type='text'>From Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Finally I’m in Amsterdam, and now I am sure that I’m actually going onsite (Just because so many people in IT companies are shown the carrot [onsite], but it’s not given to all of them). So I am going on my first onsite assignment. I needed this badly as I am planning to apply to a few B-Schools next year and work experience abroad always adds to your profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent around 3 hours in the Schiphol airport, Amsterdam which is definitely got to be one of the best airports in the world, if not the best. It’s hard to describe it in words; you have got to see it for yourself. It’s bigger than you can ever imagine. It’s a masterpiece. It is amazing just like a giant mall with great facilities. Just to mention a few - It has information center at every corner, phones every where, the horizontal escalators, huge shopping area (with a caption – See, buy and fly), the glorious lounges,  casinos, restaurants, a very organized passport control and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a special mention about two things though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This airport has been laid out with at most intelligence and immense foresight. You can move around in this spacious and mammoth airport without a problem because of the information screens everywhere. It gives you information about everything in the airport, how far is the other terminal, where is the nearest the restaurant, nearest lounge, nearest restrooms, WiFi cards and a lot more. But the best thing is it also gives you the time it would take you to reach your destination. From Terminal F to Terminal B it said that it would take 27 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2) After going around the Schiphol airport for 3 hours, I finally came to terminal B and sunk into a nice comfortable relaxing chair (like a beach chair). I am spending time, watching the airplanes taking off right in front of my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quarter past six now and I have a connecting flight to Toulouse at 9:30 AM. I am sure these 3 hours are just going to fly by in a jiffy as the last 3 hours have in this spectacular airport. I am so engrossed with this beautiful airport that I actually didn’t realize that it was my Birthday today. Actually I was in Mid-air when the clocked ticked past 12 in the midnight. So, Happy birthday in Mid-air, huh!!! I would have any day preferred a birthday with Family and Friends instead of this though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Some Dutch Music...Playing in the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6541555954170199613?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6541555954170199613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6541555954170199613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6541555954170199613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6541555954170199613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-schiphol-airport-amsterdam.html' title='From Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5119923513354190265</id><published>2008-02-24T17:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:07:47.033+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KLM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit'/><title type='text'>Stranded in Delhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My Flight got delayed by over 24 hours and after spending a sleepless night in the Delhi International Airport, I still need to spend more than 12 hours in the terminal. With nothing much to do I have decided to write a blog. So here you go…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My first international flight experience is turning to a bit of a nightmare. The flight got delayed due to technical glitches and the things in the airport are just getting worse. The service(s) provided by the KLM ground staff is pathetic. We had to flight for everything; we had to demand breakfast, demand lunch, demand for blankets &amp;amp; pillows etc. we actually did a darna in the airport to get our things done. Had we shouted a few slogans we would surely have been in national television (a few people who were threatened KLM associates that we would call the media would have been very happy) The ground staff was so incapable and incompetent that they would not even get a job in Air Deccan (No offence meant to Deccan, it has improved a lot in the last one year [:P]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally things are settling down, we just had an update from the incompetent KLM ground staff that the engineers will fix the problem in 2 hours and we should be ready to fly in 4 hours. I am sure the flight is not going to take off for at least 6 hours. I would like to actually share a few reactions (funny/threats) of the passengers, but I really don’t have the patience to type and I am feeling very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Noise in Delhi Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5119923513354190265?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5119923513354190265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5119923513354190265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5119923513354190265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5119923513354190265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/stranded-in-delhi.html' title='Stranded in Delhi'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7798282249695420460</id><published>2008-01-16T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:26:32.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kites'/><title type='text'>Where are the Kites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah, I stopped flying Kites way back......Yet, Where are the Kites in the Sky!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It was Sankranti, a few days back and the festive mood was hardly visible. I had office on 14th and I actually didn't realized it was Sankrati till I spoke to Mom that night. Still, Where are the kites in the sky!!! Had I been in Hyderabad, one look at the sky and I would have realized it Sankranti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Pune wake up!!!!!! ......Kites are Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Bharat hum ko Jaan - Roja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7798282249695420460?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7798282249695420460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7798282249695420460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7798282249695420460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7798282249695420460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-are-kites.html' title='Where are the Kites?'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-8527285731707257868</id><published>2008-01-11T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:08:50.107+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure Sports'/><title type='text'>the list for 2008 goes on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Can you beleive it, I actually missed out a complete section in my previous post...... "Adventure Sports"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;So here I go again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;12) Para-Gliding/Sailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;13) Water Rappling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;14) River Rafting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;15) Go Camping for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;And many more things like Scubba diving, Sky diving and Dungee jumping can wait till I go to US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Deewanagi Deewanagi - OSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-8527285731707257868?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8527285731707257868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=8527285731707257868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8527285731707257868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8527285731707257868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/01/list-for-2008-goes-on.html' title='the list for 2008 goes on....'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-4042830134756233258</id><published>2008-01-08T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:20:16.311+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>the year ahead - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The year ahead looks very interesting and I am going to make it more interesting by posting my new year resolutions, this way I can push myself a bit harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolutions - 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;1) Learn Guitar - Strums. (15-20 Songs is a very realistic number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;2) Learn a Foreign language - French/German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;3) Learn a bit of Marati &amp;amp; Punjabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;4) Write GMAT by August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;5) Learn Cooking (Getting bored with Dal Kichdi now[:P])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;6) Read at least 25 novels (I don't set impossible goals[:P])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;7) Play a Sport - Tennis/Swimming looks realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;8) Reduce the extra tummy flab[:P] (Its on Priority)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;9) Manage my Financials better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;10) Definately a Trip to Goa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;11) Regularly updating my blog as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;They are a lot of resolutions professionally as well. One of them which is on priority is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;to make it to the Capgemini Business Analyst batch in June 08. There are a lot of them too, but I don't think its appropriate to put it up in the Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I foresee a lot of my Friends &amp;amp; Cousins getting married in this year, so lots of partys and jolly times ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; O Sanam - Lucky Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-4042830134756233258?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4042830134756233258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=4042830134756233258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4042830134756233258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4042830134756233258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-ahead-2008.html' title='the year ahead - 2008'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-8320860333735809781</id><published>2007-12-27T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:50:16.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 2007'/><title type='text'>the year that's gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;In the beginning of 2007, I wrote a &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-007-is-year-of-bond.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; in which I mentioned that the year 2007 is going to test "Me", and so it did. Year 2007 was a very pretty eventful year, it was again a mixed bag with a lot happening on the professional front and with not much happening on the personal front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The High point of 2007:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;1) Lots happened on the professional front. Lifes was moving on at the rate of knots, I didn't even have the time to pinch myself just to check whether it is a dream or not! It actually helped me evolve on the personal front as well(I hope the same level of excitement continues in 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2) Finally, I did learn guitar (A long pending childhood dream.....Summer of 2007...My fingers bleed[:P])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;3) Learned Salsa &amp;amp; Jive (Man It was Scary!!![:P] &lt;em&gt;Don't laugh[:X]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;4) I wrote a poem!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;5) Finally, I bought myself a new mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Low point of 2007:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;1) Definately the "She who shall not be named" episode (I am out of words[:P])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A huge disappointment was the big mistake I refered earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;I really enjoy the timing of this post; I am on well deserved  holiday; I am Home after a long time; I am getting pampered with lots of nice food(home food); I am catching up on a lot of movies that I missed and I am writing this post on my PC relaxing on my chair (the beach chair type[:P])....I just love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Song:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;If you're not the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Relaxing &amp;amp; Chilling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-8320860333735809781?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8320860333735809781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=8320860333735809781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8320860333735809781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8320860333735809781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-thats-gone-by.html' title='the year that&apos;s gone by'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1156799974744988247</id><published>2007-11-02T20:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:51:53.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Big Mistake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Please don't ask me about it!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1156799974744988247?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1156799974744988247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1156799974744988247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1156799974744988247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1156799974744988247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-mistake.html' title='Big Mistake!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3925827078539257520</id><published>2007-10-11T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:13:23.317+05:30</updated><title type='text'>......Bye Swami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Over the last couple of months life’s been very busy and so it will be for the next few months. But I desperately wanted to write this post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Friday was the last working day of my Manager, Swami. I have seen many people leave this organization since I joined back in 2006 but none made me feel this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Even though I worked in close proximity with him only in the last couple o months, I am going to miss him. He was a complete delight to work. He has been around in Kanbay for so many years, 10 years to be precise, that we still get a feeling that he is around in office.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;The confidences that he showed in me, at times even surprised me. In fact he is actually responsible for the current role I have in this Organization. At times, I still wonder why did he select me and why not anyone else from the team for this kind of role? If at all I get an opportunity to work with him again I would like to get an answer for this question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;We are truly going to miss him and the Cricket conversations, his “kya re punter” slang, his humorous anecdotes, his inspirational words etc. Then again, as they say nothing is permanent except Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3925827078539257520?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3925827078539257520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3925827078539257520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3925827078539257520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3925827078539257520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-swami.html' title='......Bye Swami'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1559787411409153162</id><published>2007-10-04T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:58:53.145+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendz &amp; Goa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;A Holiday with Friends and that too to Goa…. Can it get better than this!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;The Pictures will be uploaded shortly. As the pictures are so awesome that they will speak a billion words, I will not write anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;All in all, &lt;strong&gt;we had a BLAST in Goa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1559787411409153162?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1559787411409153162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1559787411409153162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1559787411409153162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1559787411409153162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/10/friendz-goa.html' title='Friendz &amp; Goa'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2029507078284890023</id><published>2007-08-27T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:31:30.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Yeah I know it’s been a long time since my last post. And I wouldn’t be writing this post had I not received this comment on the blog -- “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No updates on the blog???....Still thinking of the same girl???...Get on with Life....I'm waiting for the part 5 :-p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;For gods, Lets leave 'She who shall not be named' out of this. She had nothing to do with me not updating the blog. Regarding the Part-5, you will get it as and when I see her. [:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Actually past few weeks have been busy, crazy, exciting and everything. Busy at work with lots of meetings, lots of action in my professional career, lots of traveling (Pune &gt; Mahabaleshwar &gt; Pune, Pune &gt; Hyderabad, Hyderabad &gt; Srisilam &gt; Hyderabad and Hyderabad &gt; Pune ---- more than 2000 KM in 5 days), then down with fever for 5 days….It had it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-2029507078284890023?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2029507078284890023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2029507078284890023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2029507078284890023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2029507078284890023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to Blog'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2806243800758781282</id><published>2007-08-01T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:26:39.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopkeeper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><title type='text'>The Shopkeeper and the Laptop and the bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My Roommate is going to London in a few days. So on Sunday, we went to M.G road to shop for a lot of things. We went to Brand Factory and picked up more than 30 clothes. Ok! I overstated it. We bought more than 10 clothes. He also needed a Laptop bag, so I told him that we will walk into a road side bags shop and check it out. He gave me an ugly look (which invariably meant ‘Are we going to get a laptop bag in a road side shop you jerk!’) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Then we walked into a small bags shop (Most shops on M.G road are very small) and asked the shopkeeper if he had a laptop bag. He replied back in affirmation and asked us to come into the shop. So it was my turn to give the look back to my roommate. (‘Now, give me the dirty look you gave with five minutes back?’). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The shopkeeper showed us a couple of bags. After looking at the bag my roommate asked the shopkeeper, “Is it Waterproof?”. The shopkeeper preferred to give us a practical session instead of a yes-no answer. He picked up a bottle filled with water and gave it to my roommate and gave a “Go ahead and try it” look. We were taken aback by his boldness. My Roommate put the bottle aside and told the shopkeeper, “No need, I just wanted to confirm it as I’m going to keep a laptop in it”. The shopkeeper got offended by the line so much that he went on to say: “I know the value of the Laptop more than you people do. You people might work on it and shit! But I know how important it is and how expensive it is better than you people”. Both of were just about to burst into laughter but we decided against it as we had to purchase the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Even I bought myself a travel bag too, which was pending since two years. I love it. It’s blue, black and whitish cream in colour with lots of compartments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; If that’s what it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-2806243800758781282?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2806243800758781282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2806243800758781282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2806243800758781282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2806243800758781282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/08/shopkeeper-and-laptop-and-bag.html' title='The Shopkeeper and the Laptop and the bag'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7939322251861105921</id><published>2007-07-26T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:23:32.670+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;She who shall not be named&apos;'/><title type='text'>The 'She who shall not be named' Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 01:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt; [11th Apr 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is not the most beautiful girl around; in fact half the readers will walk by her without even looking back at her. Not for me though, she deserves every word I wrote in this article.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 02:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-her-birthday-today.html"&gt;It’s her birthday today&lt;/a&gt; [13th Apr 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can say now is “Happy Birthday dear” [:P] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 03:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-tell-me-i-am-in-love.html"&gt;Don’t tell me I am in Love&lt;/a&gt; [20th Apr 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This seems to happen always. People around me realize that I am in Love before even I contemplate about the girl.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 04:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/spine-chilling-bloodcurdling-experience.html"&gt;Spine-Chilling, blood curdling experience&lt;/a&gt; [24th Apr 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the most embarrassing post I ever wrote &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 05:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-she-who-shall-not-be-named-is-on.html"&gt;Why ‘She who shall not be named’ is on the blog&lt;/a&gt; [27th Apr 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She deserved to be on the blog, didn’t she?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 06:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/driving-me-crazy.html"&gt;Driving me Crazy!!!&lt;/a&gt; [02nd May 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She always does it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 07:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-made-me-eat-my-words.html"&gt;She made me eat my words&lt;/a&gt; [03rd May 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved it though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 08:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/alchemist-said-it-wrong.html"&gt;'The Alchemist' said it wrong!!! :(&lt;/a&gt; [10th May 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;When you desperately want something, the world conspires to not make it happen for you. Whats your take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 09:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-ones-for-you.html"&gt;This One's for you&lt;/a&gt; [15th May 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/end.html"&gt;The End&lt;/a&gt; [16th May 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you really think it’s the end??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 11:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mai-crazy-hua-re.html"&gt;Main Crazy hua re&lt;/a&gt; [17th May 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy kiya re &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-do-it.html"&gt;Just Do It!&lt;/a&gt; [07th June 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF!!! I am not buying a pair of Nike shoes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-therefore-im-single.html"&gt;I think, therefore I’m single&lt;/a&gt; [08th June 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How true is this line? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-what-gal.html"&gt;Say What Gal?&lt;/a&gt; [12th June 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s your line? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 15:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-beautiful.html"&gt;O beautiful!!!!&lt;/a&gt; [15th June 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a better way to speak your heart out than a Poem? Here’s a confection: I did mention in the post that this was not intended to ‘She who shall not be named’, but surely she was on my mind when I wrote it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 16:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-few-days.html"&gt;Last Few Days&lt;/a&gt; [12th July 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All good things have to come to an end isn’t it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 17:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/omens-i-refuse-to-see.html"&gt;‘The Omens’ - I refuse to see&lt;/a&gt; [13th July 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time round, it was god’s turn to make me eat my words. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 18:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-interesting-mails.html"&gt;Interesting Comments/Mails&lt;/a&gt; [19th July 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This looked the best logical conclusion to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;PS: Mazak Mazak main yeah tho 18 chapters hogaya[:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7939322251861105921?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7939322251861105921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7939322251861105921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7939322251861105921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7939322251861105921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-who-shall-not-be-named-story.html' title='The &apos;She who shall not be named&apos; Story'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-949414218271834049</id><published>2007-07-19T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:32:57.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;She who shall not be named&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Few Interesting Mails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Here are a few comments/suggestions I received through mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looks like your story is coming to an end. Hey after you give a logical conclusion to your story, do put up the complete story in sequence on your blog, I am sure it would make a great reading! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Well, I will do that but I am not too sure whether it would make a great reading or not. I can't draw a logical conclusion on this story till I start my next 'She who shall not be named' series [:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking to a girl is no rocket science. Just go and talk to her instead of writing all this stuff, which I believe she would never read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- For me Rocket science is an easier[;)].....Anyways I didn't write this stuff for her to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seem to be a huge Harry Potter fan and you have found your Emma Watson. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Firstly I am not Harry Potter fan. Secondly, I think it's Emma Watson who is behind harry and not the other way round (&lt;em&gt;Correct me if I am wrong.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If your previous post about her was good, then this poem is great. Looks like you are completely entangled with her beauty. Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;--Hmm.....May be[:P]....But again she is not all that beautiful....She is pretty, simple, charistamtic and their is a special aura which surrounds her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should not be writing about someone without their knowledge. It would be good if you at least her friend that you are writing about her….(followed by some seriously senti dialogues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Now that I can't tell her directly, I will post it on the blog. This is For 'She who shall not be named' (&lt;em&gt;If you are reading this&lt;/em&gt;) I'm Sorry, Sorry , Sorry, Sorry, Sorry (&lt;em&gt;I am just repeating the sorry's to show that its from the bottom of my heart[:P]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didn’t you talk to her?.....(followed by some senti dialogues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;--Good Question![:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-949414218271834049?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/949414218271834049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=949414218271834049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/949414218271834049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/949414218271834049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-interesting-mails.html' title='Few Interesting Mails'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7857678317711005454</id><published>2007-07-18T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:21:10.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;She who shall not be named&apos;'/><title type='text'>Few Interesting Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;47Over the last couple of days I got some interesting mails and comments on ‘She who shall not be named’ story. Here are a few interesting comments I received and I have paraphrased them to make them shorter. I will publish the mails in my next post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I guess u r getting into the deep shallow waters......believe in the beauty of your destination........ "HE WHO KNOWS NO FEARS" seems to be falling for "SHE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;--- Me and No fears???!!..I might get on top of a girl thinking that it’s a tree if I see a cockroach :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....its ur inner feeling...u hav to decide whether its a crush or love...may b u r in dilemma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- That’s the way my life has been all through,It’s a big dilemma…ENIGMA is a better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...sure r in love. It's natural…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Natural!!!!....For gods don’t give me this sh*t….Falling in Love is no Natural phenomenon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really think that people who know you are trying to be hypocratic ????may be they wanted to let you know that your detailed explanation to the questions posed was taking off the essence(suspense) of it.FYI : Each post of yours leaves the reader with a guess as to "what's next?"and I feel that's the best compliment for any writer......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- That’s a huge line and it’s by far the best compliment I got on my blog [:D]…..but don’t take it seriously as this girl always exaggerates a bit [:P] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh lord ! saved us... [:)]Finally, you are out of it... Good luck for your next encounters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Poor Sukhi, thought that I was really going to end the story. Now you can breath a sigh of relief. It’s finished now dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's no script....You can't write everyone's lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Yeah True dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pain no gain...just go ahead and make a move...you mite not want to use any pick up lines thou..a major major MAJOR turnoff when it comes to start a talk - Sige&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Got it…..Never use pick-up lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...u know motivating the women....[:P]…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;- Cough! Cough! Even today I am not able to digest this line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple awesome Shishir...no words frm my end...u rock...n yupieee....My friend is in LOVE!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- No dude, Not this line from you...I didn’t even talk to the girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poem is such a lovely example of ur love and ur hopes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Looks like you really got into the poem while reading it. I re-read the poem again to see whether it really meant so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that this is ur first poem….If it is, then u must become a professional poet...I also enjoyed the She who shall not be named series...It was fun reading through it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Well if I become a professional poet, Gulzar and others might lose their jobs[:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow!!!!!! that is simply superb. Is that you shishir???? Never imagined you could write a poem. Great going.ah!, Now what do we get??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Even I never imagined myself as a poet[:P] and I still don’t ...It’s very scray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur blog was exciting and a lot of fun when ur life was so-called predictable…..Now that u have decided to get some unpredictable into your life...I can't wait to read more....may be i will read about ur "Date with she-who-shall-not-be-named" soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;--This was one of the funniest comments. Date[:P] and that too with 'She who shall not be named' ....Wow!....Looks like a nice dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do something…..its too interesting to end this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;-- Hmm....I Wish, I could end this story my way [:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have been reading thru your blog over the last few days.....I just finished reading your complete blog.....It has everything emotion, drama, dialogues, philosophy, comedy and LOVE(I know you would not agree with it)..... I really enjoyed the 'She who shall not be named' series....I already envy her[:P]...write more abt the gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;--This one was the BEST comment.....Even I never dared to read through the complete sh*t I wrote. I hope you are still sane and sound after reading all this stuff[:P].....And you need not envy the 'She who shall not be named' anymore[:P]...She's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7857678317711005454?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7857678317711005454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7857678317711005454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7857678317711005454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7857678317711005454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-interesting-comments.html' title='Few Interesting Comments'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7530679934250273100</id><published>2007-07-16T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:18:44.319+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malshej Ghat'/><title type='text'>Trip to Malshej Ghat &amp; Lenyadri Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;On Saturday I went to Malshej Ghat around 120 KM from Pune with my teammates. Enroute to Malshej Ghat we went to Lenyadri (Ganesh Temple). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It was an amazing trip. Trekking, Waterfalls, Caves, Rivers, Reservoirs, Lakes, Lush Green Mountains, Tunnels……It had everything. Malshej is an awesome place; If you go visit this place in the right weather as we did you can literally see a waterfall every 50 metres on that 2 KM stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Check the snaps @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://picasaweb.google.com/shishirreddy/MalshejGhat" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shishirreddy/MalshejGhat" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/shishirreddy/MalshejGhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; The Videos are even more spectacular. I recorded a lot of stuff when we were trekking and climbing up/down the waterfall. They look like the Nat Geo Videos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Uptown Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7530679934250273100?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7530679934250273100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7530679934250273100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7530679934250273100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7530679934250273100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-to-malshej-ghat-lenyadri-temple.html' title='Trip to Malshej Ghat &amp; Lenyadri Temple'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-4698344715472552998</id><published>2007-07-16T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:04:56.282+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;The Omens&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;She who shall not be named&apos;'/><title type='text'>'The Omens' – I refuse to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;A couple of months back I wrote a post – “&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/alchemist-said-it-wrong.html"&gt;'The Alchemist' said it wrong&lt;/a&gt;”. In that post I went on to say that “When you want to do something, entire world, all situations, everyone conspire against you…..even the gods conspire against you…..” Now it’s time to eat my words back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Friday was the last day of ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ and I couldn’t take the ‘Talk to Her’ torture any more from everyone at office; so I decided to go home early. I swiped my I-Card at the door and I was on my way home. After a couple of seconds I realized that my I-Card was not hanging down my neck as it should. O Shit! I dropped it off somewhere. I came back to the door and I saw that my I-Card was on the floor inside the workspace. I asked the security person to open the door, which he finally did after interrogating me for 5 minutes. (&lt;em&gt;He really pissed me off!!!....Yeah I know that he was just doing his Job&lt;/em&gt;). As I was getting up after picking up my I-card off the floor I saw ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ right in front of me. “O My God!!...WTF is she doing here?” I said to myself and came out of the workspace. I thought one more time, “Should I talk to her?” and then I brushed aside the plan and was again back on my way home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;After a few seconds I realized that I forgot my jacket at my desk. (&lt;em&gt;BTW….I never forgot my jacket earlier...So this was not actually planned&lt;/em&gt;). I looked up at the blue sky and said, “What is happening, God?” and walked back into the workspace to get my jacket. I told myself that I am not going to look at her and walked up to my desk and picked up my jacket. But I couldn’t contain myself any longer and I looked (&lt;em&gt;stared is a better word&lt;/em&gt;) at her while walking back towards the door. With door only a few steps away I closed my eyes and told myself, “I am not going to see her again”. You would not believe this; but just then my PL called me to discuss about our weekend trip and I sat in the workspace for 30 Minutes with ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ right in front of me. Infact both of us come out of the workspace at the same time. Yet again I looked at the blue sky again and told god, “Why all these omens now?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Never be the same again - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-4698344715472552998?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4698344715472552998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=4698344715472552998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4698344715472552998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4698344715472552998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/omens-i-refuse-to-see.html' title='&apos;The Omens&apos; – I refuse to see'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3732721521985094913</id><published>2007-07-12T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:28:03.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Last Few days&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;She who shall not be named&apos;'/><title type='text'>Last Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Come Friday and ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is not going to be seen around. Friday is her last working day here. And since the time we came to know that Friday is her last working day everyone around me is urging me, pleading me, advocating me, commanding me, and tormenting me to talk to her. In short, People are really pissed off with me and they are ready to crucify me if I don’t talk with her. Everyone everywhere wants me to talk to her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I wonder whether all these people really want to see me talk to her, or they want to see me get slapped by ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’. Say what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Still the One - Shania Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3732721521985094913?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3732721521985094913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3732721521985094913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3732721521985094913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3732721521985094913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-few-days.html' title='Last Few Days'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-4259931994435456000</id><published>2007-07-12T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:07:29.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Perfect Girl&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She is the Best&quot;'/><title type='text'>"She is the Best"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Now don’t think that I am referring to ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ here. Well, ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is beautiful, cute, pretty and blah blah blah, but I’m not sure whether I can say the same line about ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’. Anyways this is not about ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall nor be named&lt;/a&gt;’, so just read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday, Abhinav gave a Party or I can as well say that Abhinav’s Mom gave a Party. Brij, Biplab, Abhinav and I have dinner together very often, and while having dinner our favorite topic of discussion is always ‘Girls’. This time round with Abhinav’s Mom was joining us for dinner; we had to restrain ourselves from discussing about our so-called favorite topic. Now it looks pretty simple, but believe me it’s tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Finally it was time to talk about every Mom’s favorite topic – “Marriage &amp; THE Gal”. Here’s a conversation from it. The complete conversation was in Hindi, but I would like to put it up in English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; Shishir, Did you find yourself a gal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Wish I could answer ‘I did’&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhinav:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Gave me a dirty look from the corner of his eye and grin&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;O Wait...What was that Grin for!!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Oh God!! is he going to talk about ‘She who shall not be named’&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;biting my nails and praying that he would not&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhinav:&lt;/strong&gt; He has 2 years of time to find a gal; otherwise his Mom is going to search one for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Smiled&lt;/em&gt;] If you don’t have a problem with inter caste marriages I can search a North Indian for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; Abhinav didn’t give me a chance to find one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhinav:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Full Confidence ke Saat&lt;/em&gt;] “Would you have searched a better girl than I have”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I would not have found a better gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; At last, you agree that “She is the best”; otherwise you always fight with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhinav:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;He looked a bit taken aback by the line, and not knowing what to say&lt;/em&gt;] Well…Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhinav:&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Everyone were still waiting for his answer&lt;/em&gt;] Yes [&lt;em&gt;“She is the Best”&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Just read and re-read the last part of the conversation. If you can say that line (THE LINE) with full confidence to your Mom and your Mom acknowledges your statement, then you have found the '&lt;strong&gt;Perfect Girl'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhinav:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry buddy, I know that you will gunning for my a** after reading this, but I will write a lot of stuff and push this post into archives. [:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Someday - MLTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-4259931994435456000?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259931994435456000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=4259931994435456000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4259931994435456000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4259931994435456000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-is-best.html' title='&quot;She is the Best&quot;'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-4910713219754962379</id><published>2007-07-05T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:23:50.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuntala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyderabad'/><title type='text'>Hyderabad - Fun Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It’s been a while that I have written a post in my blog. Don’t even think that I was busy with Work and that’s why I couldn’t update my blog. Work’s at an all time low; there is hardly any work these days. I went to Hyderabad this weekend. On Friday I met Sujeet and Sumit and then we went to Eat Street. Out of curiosity we tried out a few new drinks - Beer Soda, Whisky Soda and Rum Soda (All of them non alcoholic). Yuk! It was horrible. Then we caught up with Vamsi and Vinod and we went to a pathetic Telugu movie, courtesy our Great Vamsi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;After sleeping for just over 4 hours I woke up at 6:30 AM as we planned to hit the road by 7:00AM. Prajakta, Rachana, Sujeet and Sumit who were supposed to come to my home by 7:00 AM came at 9:30 AM. (Me yelling at myself- O Lord why didn’t I expect this) We traveled for more than 600 KMs in a day but it was an awesome trip. Enroute to Basar we went to Ashoksagar Lake, where we clicked a lot of photos on a tree, which extends right over the lake. After our darshan in Basar we went to the Kuntala waterfalls (In Abilabad Forests), which is 120 KM from Basar. By the time we reached the waterfall it was already 5:30 and then the usual stuff – Played in the waterfall, clicked photos etc. We had an amazing time and at 7 we started our journey back. After dropping everyone, I finally reached home at one hour past mid night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;On Sunday I watched 2 movies – “Spanglish” and “The Prince and Me”. I really liked Spanglish, its fantastic. The heroine, Paz Vega is absolutely gorgeous. Looks like I have a new Crush [:P] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Woh Lamhe - Asif Aslam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-4910713219754962379?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4910713219754962379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=4910713219754962379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4910713219754962379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4910713219754962379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hyderabad-fun-trip.html' title='Hyderabad - Fun Trip'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5862766249798523416</id><published>2007-06-22T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:00:23.293+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Predictable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unpredictable'/><title type='text'>Predictable then, Unpredictable now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;A few days back, I had this vary bad feeling about my life. No excitement whatsoever. Fun became a distant reality. Life had become a routine (Office – Home - Sleep), and anything that becomes a routine becomes boring. After a lot of thinking I came to a conclusion that actually it was not life that had become boring but it was me. I had become too predictable or perhaps I have been predictable all through my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to get some much needed unpredictability into my life to spice it up. I am making a conscious effort over the last couple of months for the same. I joined Guitar (&lt;em&gt;this decision would have driven a lot of people crazy&lt;/em&gt;), I joined Salsa &amp; Jive (&lt;em&gt;this decision would have surely ripped off the floor under the feet of many&lt;/em&gt;), I asked a couple of girls for dance (&lt;em&gt;I thought I would never do it in my life&lt;/em&gt;), I wrote a poem, and I spoke to a couple of girls without even knowing them.[;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that after all my efforts to shed off the ‘Good Boy’ image were unsuccessful the last time, I was skeptical whether this decision of being unpredictable would work out or not. Well all I can say is that it’s working and I am enjoying it. A bit of unpredictability has certainly spiced up my life. So keep expect a lot of unpredictable things from me from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Awesome, Want to dance with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Kaun hua main - MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5862766249798523416?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5862766249798523416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5862766249798523416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5862766249798523416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5862766249798523416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/predictable-then-unpredictable-now.html' title='Predictable then, Unpredictable now'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6393719749141049170</id><published>2007-06-21T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:53:36.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24 Hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOT'/><title type='text'>24 Hours in a day is a LOT of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The Last couple of months have been a good learning experience. I realized the importance of TIME, not that I didn’t know it earlier but I value it more now than ever before. Earlier I used to have this feeling that 24 Hours in a day is very less, but I feel that ‘24 Hours in a day is a LOT of time’. Seriously it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-10 Hours of work and 6-7 Hours Sleep and you still will be left with 7-9 Hours of unutilized quality time everyday. Now, I am utilizing only 1-2 Hrs of this quality time everyday. I just want to keep myself very busy. I want to see myself have only 1-2 Hrs of free time and I want to utilize all the other quality time doing quality stuff. I am still thinking what would that quality work be???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Awakened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Kya Mujhe Pyaar Hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6393719749141049170?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6393719749141049170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6393719749141049170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6393719749141049170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6393719749141049170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/24-hours-in-day-is-lot-of-time.html' title='24 Hours in a day is a LOT of time.'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7383779794835243050</id><published>2007-06-19T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:48:09.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>And it rained!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The Monsoon has finally arrived in Pune, bringing a welcome relief from the scorching summer heat. Pune is sizzling in the monsoon. The city, which sort of dies down in the summer rejuvenates itself in the monsoon. Even with all the dirt and the bad road I just love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful landscape behind my office which turns barren in summer come back to life. Come the monsoon and a tingle of green grass covers the once bare and desolate plains and the clouds hide the hill tops at the far sight. It’s green as far as your eyes can reach. (&lt;em&gt;Me humming the whirlpool ad song - Something Green[;)])&lt;/em&gt; The light waterless clouds making way for the dense dark clouds, patches of blue sky, beautiful green plains, the panoramic hills, the scattered sunlight reflecting in the river sure makes a beautiful photographic site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to take some snaps of this beautiful scenery and upload it on to the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; BheegeReMann - Chameli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7383779794835243050?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7383779794835243050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7383779794835243050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7383779794835243050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7383779794835243050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-it-rained.html' title='And it rained!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3393801937244549617</id><published>2007-06-17T14:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:23:38.260+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistake'/><title type='text'>Ten Most Common Photographic Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I came accross this interesting article on Photographic Mistakes. It might be of help to all you novice photographers. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aguntherphotography.com/the-ten-most-common-photographic-mistakes.html"&gt;http://www.aguntherphotography.com/the-ten-most-common-photographic-mistakes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3393801937244549617?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3393801937244549617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3393801937244549617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3393801937244549617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3393801937244549617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ten-most-common-photographic-mistakes.html' title='Ten Most Common Photographic Mistakes'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1894204789199131954</id><published>2007-06-15T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:32:40.351+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful'/><title type='text'>O beautiful !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;O beautiful, I want to walk two steps with you when you stroll on the beach&lt;br /&gt;at dawn, with sand in our toes and viewing as far as our eyes can reach.&lt;br /&gt;At night, as the water’s edge advances and recedes along the beach&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful, I want to walk hand-in-hand with you under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful, I want to dance with you in the rain when the sky is gray&lt;br /&gt;even though I know I’m terrible with my moves, you make me sway&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful, I want to be by your side when you swim against the tide&lt;br /&gt;because you are special and there is no one like you worldwide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O beautiful, why do you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;you light up my life, like the stars illuminate the dark sky&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every day and night, how do I ever tell you, that I love you&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful, I just don’t want to see you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Not completed yet. Should refine it . Will do it whenever the poet inside me wakes up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; The poet inside me woke up only 2-3 time in the last 24 years.[:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1894204789199131954?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1894204789199131954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1894204789199131954&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1894204789199131954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1894204789199131954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-beautiful.html' title='O beautiful !!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1910160157629222901</id><published>2007-06-13T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:34:01.579+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tere life hai ki open source code hai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today Ashish asked me a very interesting question: "&lt;strong&gt;Tere life hai ki open source code hai?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm...Well actually it made it made me think for a while. But then after a couple of seconds I burst into laughter. What a dialogue man. Absolutely superb!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashish:&lt;/strong&gt; I though that you would lose this art (Innovative dialogues) after going to US, but its still rocking man. You should infact try to write dialogues for a comedy flick man. [;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Leave the comments about the dialogue on the blog. I will send them accross to Ashish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1910160157629222901?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1910160157629222901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1910160157629222901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1910160157629222901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1910160157629222901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tere-life-hai-ki-open-source-code-hai.html' title='Tere life hai ki open source code hai!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7789767550389590756</id><published>2007-06-12T14:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:06:27.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She who shall not be named&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Say What Gal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The other day I was thinking, what should I write in my next post? And I got this crazy idea. Read on. They have been so many interesting and decent looking gals I have seen and didn’t have a conversation because I don’t know them (Including the ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she is in the bus and I’m in the bus stop (&lt;a href="http://peaceinmayhem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abhinav&lt;/a&gt;, stop laughing, don’t forget that even you were with me in the bus stop. And readers this was not planned, it was purely coincidence and I would be grateful if someone can tell this to ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ who smiled, giggled and walked away after she got down from the bus.) Sometimes it’s the other way, I am in a car and she is on a 2 wheeler (I’m not referring to ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ here). And the other times she is right in front of you and you don’t know whether to accost her and talk. (Like the daily situation with ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’). No prizes for guessing, I have never accosted a gal without a situation in my life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at all, whenever I garner all my guts and decide to accost a gal and have a conversation I should be ready with the first line at least. Obviously I am not going to get tender glance and ardent reaction from her. So will also put up the cryogenic (Prajakta put this word into my head long back and I’m finally using it) reaction of the other side and my actions after that. Here you go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, can I talk to you for a minute please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(WTF are you going to talk with me!!.....Looks at the watch)&lt;/em&gt; Ok your time start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Am I running an Olympic race, I guess that’s easier)&lt;/em&gt; Well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well…Well……Well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Now she’s vexed and give me an ultra cold look)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I better get going from here)&lt;/em&gt; Run! &lt;em&gt;(I think I should represent India in Olympics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, Would you like to come out on a date with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Why would I ever do that with you weirdo! and she thinks for a while)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phataack! One-tight-slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(And I was thinking she was thinking about me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, I was thinking if I could ask you out for a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Didn’t I tell this guy to get lost)&lt;/em&gt; Ofcouse I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Where did she disappear…..Damn! She didn’t give me a chance to even answer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite. Only I will talk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi. I am ABC. I live in DEF. I work for XYZ. I studied in PQR. I own a FGH. I also have a KLM. I do UVW. etc etc&lt;br /&gt;She kneels in despair, raises both hands to the sky, and says, "&lt;strong&gt;Why him Lord!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Yuppy [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; My First Love - Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7789767550389590756?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7789767550389590756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7789767550389590756&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7789767550389590756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7789767550389590756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-what-gal.html' title='Say What Gal?'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6144860599781573963</id><published>2007-06-08T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:45:29.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><title type='text'>I think, therefore I’m Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Now, how true is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don’t know how to talk to strangers. I think I do not know how to approach. I think I don’t decode the signs when I have to. I think I don’t sense the “Hey you, Look at me” vibes which are around me. I think I do not know how to choose. Well I think by now you sure got what the problem is - “I think”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think, therefore I’m single” as much as I want to contradict it, I can’t because I think; this “I think” might actually be the reason why I’m Single. [:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be the last person people would come for an advice regarding this. But anyways here’s a free advice, don’t think and you might end up not being single.[:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; In these arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6144860599781573963?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6144860599781573963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6144860599781573963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6144860599781573963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6144860599781573963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-therefore-im-single.html' title='I think, therefore I’m Single'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5094986706226284752</id><published>2007-06-07T10:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:23:20.874+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strangers'/><title type='text'>Just do it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Pre-Script: The Word “Strangers” in this post refers to “beautiful girls”. I generalized the statement but I am sure you know who this is intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am really bad at this. I just can’t talk to strangers. I just can’t accost someone and say “Hey, How do you do?” The very though of having a conversation with strangers seems so awkward. Everyone who has been reading through my blog lately came up with only one line, “Just do it!!”. Every time someone comes up with this line I just want to yell out, “WTF!!!! I am not buying a pair of Nike shoes yaar. Just do it, my foot it’s such an arduous task and please don’t make it look so simple.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a Situation to talk to strangers. Now you may ask what a Situation is. Well, being in one classroom in college is a situation, being in the same project is a situation, regularly traveling with the stranger in the same bus might as well be a situation, having a Friend (preferably female) in the targeted stranger’s project is a situation, bumping into each other regularly outside office is a situation. If not all this you at least need a common friend who can sort of create a situation for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave all this situation crap for a while. The best possible time to talk to strangers is when they are alone. Unfortunately in my case the stranger never seems to be alone, she is always surrounded by her friends (You see without talking to ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ I can say that she is an amicable person) I think approaching a stranger when she is with her Friends would be a big blunder. If you do that, I am sure you will end up in an embarrassing situation, and you will also put the stranger in an embarrassing situation. Well actually it’s a catch 22 situation. At times the same situation might turn out to be blessing in disguise for you and a few of her friends might actually want to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change I will end this post with a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;--How are you going to start a conversation with a stranger? (Hi, Hello are not accepted [:P])&lt;br /&gt;--What are you going to talk?&lt;br /&gt;--A question to all the female readers (if they are any) is How would you react if a complete stranger approaches you and talks to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Gimme Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5094986706226284752?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5094986706226284752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5094986706226284752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5094986706226284752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5094986706226284752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3964985635202940343</id><published>2007-06-05T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:26:03.764+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><title type='text'>Loser!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;At 24, it's a good time to sit back and look at your past and make a note of all your achievements and future plans. So I asked myself “What are my achievements?” I didn’t get an answer. So I asked myself again “What are my achievements?” This time I thought real hard to find an answer for the question. The seconds hand in the clock ticked and so did the minutes hand. As the minutes hand was about to complete thirty revolutions I finally gave up. That's it, I haven't achieved a thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 80% in 10th standard is nothing to boast about. I would not consider getting a seat in one of the prestigious IIT coaching institute an achievement. The day I think that my EAMCET rank is an achievement I will accept that I am the biggest loser to have walked this earth. 90%ile plus scores in CAT a couple of time is no big deal. Please!! Getting into Kanbay was no big achievement either; I am just one of amongst the 20 lakhs IT Population in India. Seriously, there are literally no achievements in my life till this moment. I just feel so miserable and pathetic about myself[:(]. It’s a hapless situation.[:'(] (One more failure, I can't even talk to '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are only two kinds of people in this World. Those who achieve and create a line for themselves in the pages of History and then there are those who are forgotten without a trace. In short they are people who win and then there are people those who don’t win. And I am a Loser. There will be people who will differ from my opinion and say that “It's not about you will or you don't win. But it's about how good or a bad person you become in life. If you think this way then keep the crap to yourself and please don’t give me this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know life goes on but it just seems so incomplete.....Thats e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;nough, I don't want to give a proper ending to the blog, much like my current state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Lakshya tho har hal main pana hain (Getting some much needed inspiration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3964985635202940343?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3964985635202940343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3964985635202940343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3964985635202940343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3964985635202940343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/loser.html' title='Loser!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6855063886485247438</id><published>2007-06-04T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:08:01.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar'/><title type='text'>Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The songs are absolutely amazing and a complete delight to hear. I have to make a special mention about the lyrics, they are astounding. All the songs are awesome. All the people in my Google Talk must have already realized my personal favorite. It's playing continuously in my playlist since last one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while comes a small film that makes you sit up and take notice of it due to a fresh appeal it brings along and I hope this movie is one of that kind. The Promos are spectacular. I can’t wait to watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter this: "Download Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar Hindi" without the quotations and you can download the songs. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6855063886485247438?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6855063886485247438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6855063886485247438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6855063886485247438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6855063886485247438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/mera-pehla-pehla-pyar.html' title='Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3519067688458909716</id><published>2007-06-02T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:27:11.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Long time no posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I’m in no recluse these days as you people think. I just didn’t want to write a post. After I decided not to write about the ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ anymore, I didn’t have anything interesting to write. Hence I though that my blog would make a boring read. But then I don’t care about the blog being interesting or not. [:)] So I am back updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there was some activity in our project; it was pretty exciting last couple of weeks, so was a bit busy with work. Other than that I learned 2 more songs in Guitar. Now I am well-versed with Guitar tunes of 4 songs: Jana Gana Mana, ‘Chala jatha hu’, ‘Piyu Bole’ from Parineeta and ‘Har gadi’ from Kal ho na ho. Two more months of guitar classes and I can say that I can play Guitar [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of plans lined up for the next 2-3 months. I have to join Salsa. I have to join French/German classes. (&lt;em&gt;When I told this to a friend, he gave me a smirk and said, “Looks like you have decided that you are not going to get a girl friend in India”[:X]&lt;/em&gt;) and I have to join Gym to reduce the extra pounds I have put on [:p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3519067688458909716?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3519067688458909716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3519067688458909716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3519067688458909716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3519067688458909716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-no-posts.html' title='Long time no posts'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5073704488792320839</id><published>2007-05-18T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:46:20.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sumit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sumit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday, I presumed that I didn’t have Sumit’s UK Number, which he had already mailed me as soon as he took the number in London. Thinking that I don’t have his number, I was actually contemplating about all the possible ways in which I can wish this guy in London. So, I mailed him saying, "We can’t even call you to wish you on your birthday this time round. You better call us and accept the Wishes". Infact for the first time in 6 years we are not making him cut a Cake and we are not partying[:(].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours Sumit was online in Google Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumit:&lt;/strong&gt; Kamine, (&lt;em&gt;I’ll keep this in Hindi for you people to get a feel of it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumit:&lt;/strong&gt; If u spend 7 RS on ur international call u can wish me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ooh, So you have a Phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Give me the number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumit:&lt;/strong&gt; On 30th itself I mailed you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at around 5 PM Sumit called me up and said “I am fulfilling your wish my boy, I called you up to accept my birthday wishes” Now, It called the coolest thing. So that’s how I wished him. Anyways I was planning to wish him on my Blog so I am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumit bhai, Happy Birthday…Many Girl friends to you……. (I assume that I mentioned the most important words[:p])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Happpy Happy Happy Haaaaaappppppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music&lt;/strong&gt;: All The Things She Said-T.A.T.U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5073704488792320839?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5073704488792320839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5073704488792320839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5073704488792320839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5073704488792320839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-sumit.html' title='Happy Birthday Sumit!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-9172018456026052287</id><published>2007-05-17T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:50:03.373+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She who shall not be named&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='door'/><title type='text'>Mai Crazy hua re!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Man, I am acting crazy since last few days. Guess what I did today!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Office at 10:30AM and then went to canteen with Shiva to have breakfast. Suddenly from nowhere, a doubt sprang up. I told Shiva, "I don’t remember whether I locked the door or not". Shiva was taken aback a bit and then said “Think harder you might recollect something”. And after trying hard enough I said I don’t remember. Then Shiva said, “Light forget it. We will see what ever happens”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to my workspace I was recollecting all the sequence of things that happened since morning. I realized that I was actually thinking about “How should I talk to '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;'?” The moment I recollected this I said to myself, if I was thinking about '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;', then anything is possible, nine times out of ten times I wouldn’t have locked the door. So I went all the way back home to check whether I locked the door or not. Thank God, the door was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way she is making me Crazy. [:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; I can’t stay mad at you - Skeeter davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-9172018456026052287?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/9172018456026052287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=9172018456026052287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/9172018456026052287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/9172018456026052287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mai-crazy-hua-re.html' title='Mai Crazy hua re!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2218510761483670368</id><published>2007-05-16T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:38:34.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Enough of this '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;'! You will not be reading more about this '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;'. Though this will be my last post on this '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;', the '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;' series will continue. Yeah, I know that it was interesting and as a reader it always left you craving for more. This '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;' fascinates me even today, but I don’t want to write about her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said earlier I reiterate again, that I was not in Love with this ‘She who shall not be named’, but she was very special in her own way. All good things have to come to an end and so does this ‘She who shall not be named’. I truly enjoyed getting this magnificent, gorgeous, pretty, beautiful person to you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-2218510761483670368?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2218510761483670368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2218510761483670368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2218510761483670368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2218510761483670368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2512523223925636003</id><published>2007-05-15T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:22:19.353+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She who shall not be named&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;If you were in these arms tonight&quot;'/><title type='text'>This One's for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, "&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;" is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Wow! This Post is just to dedicate this to her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a look into these eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They burn as fire (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would do anything (baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have you in these arms tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby I want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the roses want the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a poet needs the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would give anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My blood, my love, my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were in these arms tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd get down on my knees for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And make everything alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were in these arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd please you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd tell you that I'll never leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love you 'til the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were in these arms tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-2512523223925636003?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2512523223925636003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2512523223925636003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2512523223925636003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2512523223925636003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This One&apos;s for You'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2367963077100908771</id><published>2007-05-15T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:01:57.290+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHANGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><title type='text'>HOPE that LIFE is going to CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyday when I wake up, a doubt or two cross my mind, something’s amiss. Every morning it’s the same feeling. I have been having this miserable feeling since a long time now. Not once did I wake up and said, “Wow! It’s a Beautiful day. I am going to have a great day today”. Instead everyday I wake up and the first thing that crosses my mind is “Another damn day, Another routine day at Work, Yet, another day spent like a Loser”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure their will be millions of people around the world who will identify themselves with this feeling. Yet I ask “Why Me!!!!???” I just can’t take this miserable feeling anymore. It’s very disappointing to see one day after another going wrong. I ask myself, “How much longer is it going to be this way? Is it ever going to change? What should I be doing to change this feeling?” I can only hear a tranquil silence. Amidst all these question, there is one question which echoes through, "Am I a quitter?? Am I brave enough to swin against the tide??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimmer of HOPE that LIFE is going to CHANGE invigorates me to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m a liar – Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-2367963077100908771?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2367963077100908771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2367963077100908771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2367963077100908771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2367963077100908771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hope-that-life-is-going-to-change.html' title='HOPE that LIFE is going to CHANGE'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6665045621186331823</id><published>2007-05-13T21:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:26:42.261+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Anthem'/><title type='text'>Shash - The Guitarist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Here’s some exciting news at my end. After learning the basics of Guitar for more than a month now, I have finally learnt a song. I know what most of you are thinking. Which romantic song did I learn right? Nope don’t think of all the sweet old romantic songs. Guess what!! I can play the National Anthem. Now I can Poudly say that I can sing and play my National Anthem [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals can wait for a few more days for me to impress them with my Guitar Skills and romantic songs[:p]. By this Month end I will be playing with my own guitar. Soon I might perform in a few places too [:p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I really want to learn:&lt;br /&gt;--- I’ll be there for you – The Rembrants&lt;br /&gt;--- Summer of 69 – Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;--- Dil hare &amp; Durr– Jal &amp;amp; Strings (Infact most of the songs of Jal and Strings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; CD-EEEEEEEEE-EE-DEF&lt;br /&gt;E-EE D-DD BDC&lt;br /&gt;C-GGGGGGGGG-GG-FAG&lt;br /&gt;F-FF E-EE DFE (&lt;em&gt;I'm Loving it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Roobaroo – Rang de Basanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6665045621186331823?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6665045621186331823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6665045621186331823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6665045621186331823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6665045621186331823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/shishir-guitarist.html' title='Shash - The Guitarist'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-6341209112985995943</id><published>2007-05-10T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:28.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'The Alchemist' said it wrong!!! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;‘The Alchemist’ says, “When you want something, all the world conspires in helping you to achieve it”. &lt;strong&gt;Believe me It’s all Sh*t man&lt;/strong&gt;. Today I say, “When you desperately want something, the world conspires to not make it happen for you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few of days, I bucked up myself and injected some courage into my soul to do something. I made up my mind to do something and even gods seems to be conspiring against me. It’s all wrong. ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is not coming to office since last 3 days [:(] When you want to do something, entire world, all situations, everyone conspire against you. [:(][:(][:(][:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Distressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Current Music: Doorie Sahi Jaye na (&lt;em&gt;[:x] What a damn situational Song[:(]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-6341209112985995943?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6341209112985995943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=6341209112985995943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6341209112985995943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/6341209112985995943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/alchemist-said-it-wrong.html' title='&apos;The Alchemist&apos; said it wrong!!! :('/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1369278116710204356</id><published>2007-05-08T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:46:45.204+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pripority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flop'/><title type='text'>Yet another Idea Flops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It’s not the first time that an idea/plan has flopped. It really hurts when ideas/plans don’t materialize and it was not different when this plan flopped. It was mighty disappointing to see this plan flop though. I conceptualized this idea and shared with many people well in advance to make it happen successfully. Infact I went to Hyderabad a day earlier only to work on this idea. Yet, it failed! [:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Soumya is not my good friend. I am sure even Soumya is going to agree with my statement. We don’t tell each others our secrets nor do we talk to each other every month. We are just ‘Hi-bye’ type of friends. Once I shared the concept with her so called ‘good friends’ I was expecting them to work on it. I expected them to work on the concept for 30-60 Mins, which I believe is the minimum time anyone would spend on selecting your Best Friends Wedding gift. Looking at there initial excitement I though that this plan would materialize, but as always it flopped. And I am kicking myself for sharing the concept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the outcome was disappointing it surely taught me some good lessons. It has taught me not to expect something from people (&lt;em&gt;Expect only from your good friends&lt;/em&gt;). It taught me that you need to have a friend’s priority list; You just can’t stay the same way with everyone. More importantly it taught me not to plan anything like this again in my life with someone who is not on the priority list in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Serene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't expect me to be your Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1369278116710204356?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1369278116710204356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1369278116710204356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1369278116710204356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1369278116710204356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/yet-another-idea-flops.html' title='Yet another Idea Flops.'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-360634354152281227</id><published>2007-05-03T16:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:44:13.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She who shall not be named'/><title type='text'>She made me eat my Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday was a double treat. '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;' had dinner with me. (&lt;em&gt;Wow! It sounds so romantic&lt;/em&gt;) Don’t think too far. She had dinner with me as she has lunch with me everyday.[:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post I went on record saying that I didn’t like the way ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ looked yesterday. When I saw her again at dinner yesterday in the same dress she looked fabulous. If after working for 12 Hrs and still someone can still look as gorgeous as she did, then believe me she's got to be really very beautiful. I still wonder what was I thinking when I said earlier that, “I didn’t like the way she looked today”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, she truly has ‘looks to kill’. When we were paying the bill and I was busy admiring the beauty of '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;'. Suddenly, ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ lifts her head and looked straight into my eye. Wow! Her “One Look” left me gasping for breath. [:p].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; The Ketchup Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-360634354152281227?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/360634354152281227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=360634354152281227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/360634354152281227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/360634354152281227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-made-me-eat-my-words.html' title='She made me eat my Words'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5253967541976393930</id><published>2007-05-02T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:37:21.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She who shall not be named&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous'/><title type='text'>Driving me Crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Now it’s seriously getting out of hand. ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is driving me crazy. Don’t ask me for an elaborate explanation of How exactly she is driving me crazy. I’m in no mood to write about it. It’s high time that I do something about ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’. May be I should take her on a date as soon as possible. Now stop giggling, I am serious. That’s the only way ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is going to stop driving me crazy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just to get it on record, She looks fabulous in her Levis jeans and baby pink/white/black t-shirts. Having said that, Today is the first time that I didn’t like the way she looked. She looks so not cool in Formal trousers. hmmm.....May be I am starting to lose interest in her. May be you people will hear about a new 'She who shall not be named' soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Queen of my Heart - Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5253967541976393930?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5253967541976393930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5253967541976393930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5253967541976393930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5253967541976393930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/driving-me-crazy.html' title='Driving me Crazy!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1992247731997145551</id><published>2007-04-27T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:49:31.979+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She who shall not be named&quot;'/><title type='text'>Why 'She who shall not be named' is on the blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I had to answer a lot of questions about '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;' in the last couple of days. After my previous post the questions just got louder. A few people asked me this question and I am sure there are many more people who haven’t asked but might be contemplating of this question. “Isn’t ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ a bit personal to publish it on a Blog? Are you going to publish all the personal things like this on the Blog? Why are you talking about it explicitly?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the big question on everyone’s mind is “Why is such a private affair like '&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;' on the blog?” I must admit that I was nonplused a bit, because people who know me really well have raised this question as well.  A lot of doubts sprang up in my mind. Should I be writing all this on the Blog? Are all these people just being Hypocrites when they ask me this question? Etc……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked myself, “Why shouldn’t ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ be on the Blog?” I didn’t get a reply. I asked myself the same question again and again. Yet, Silence was the only answer.  For a while, I was mystified with the Silence, and then as a true engineer I tried to decode the Silence. Ya, I did decode it! The Silence actually meant that there is absolutely no reason why ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ should not be on the Blog. ‘She who shall not be named’ is beautiful for people to know; ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is interesting enough for me to write about; ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ deserves to be on the blog till ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ herself gets offended by it (&lt;em&gt;I hope ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ never reads it. If she doesn’t read she is not going to be offended&lt;/em&gt;). It’s just a series of interesting and beautiful people. Read it; Enjoy it; Forget it, don’t be too hypocratic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which are a bit too personal and professional are never going to come up on the blog. You are not going to get Posts like “I’m in Love with xxxxx”. ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’ is on the public domain because she is not personal. Hmm…If I fall in Love with ‘&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;’, then what?????...Good Question......Keep thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1992247731997145551?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1992247731997145551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1992247731997145551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1992247731997145551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1992247731997145551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-she-who-shall-not-be-named-is-on.html' title='Why &apos;She who shall not be named&apos; is on the blog?'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7670443740268321076</id><published>2007-04-26T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:53:34.106+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Cup; Australia; Sri Lanka'/><title type='text'>Go Lanka Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Finally, the World Cup Final is here. Who is going to win it this time? Is it going to be Australia for the third time? Is Lanka going to upset the mighty Australian? What’s it going to be this time – Kangaroos Hopping with Ecstasy or the Lankan roaring with Pride? Are the Australians going to give another Warne like Farwell to the immaculate Glenn McGrath by winning the finals in Barbados? Can Murali spin a web around Australia once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to wait till Sunday to answer all the above questions. Australia was unbeatable through out the World Cup and Sri Lanka looked like the only team that could beat the World Champions. Australians are playing a different ball game all together. Lankans are gelling well as a Team Australians have to be the favorites to win the world cup. Oops Did I say favorites? Murali might be having different plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Lanka to win the Cup. They have to the bowling to do it. Having said that, I don’t mind Australia winning the Cup for the third time. They are playing Cricket at a different league altogether. They deserve to be called the World Champions. But still heart say…”Go Lanka Go….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Watch out for Kumara Sangakara, Dilahara Fernando and Ofcourse Murali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; When the going gets tough - Boyzone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7670443740268321076?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7670443740268321076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7670443740268321076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7670443740268321076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7670443740268321076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-lanka-go.html' title='Go Lanka Go!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1695289588727607314</id><published>2007-04-24T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:55:29.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;She who shall not be named&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloodcurdling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spine-Chilling'/><title type='text'>Spine-chilling, bloodcurdling experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;No Guys, I wasn’t watching a mysterious horror film; neither did I have a ghostly experience; nor did I encounter a near death experience. Yet, It was a bloodcurdling experience, all the bones in my body froze; there was a shiver through my veins; my heart almost stopped. Now don’t strain your brains in curiosity, just read through. It’s a stupid, dumb, absolutely senseless incident. Now don’t curse me after reading through it, I already did my bit by cautioning you from reading this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Vivek, Abhinav and I were standing in the line to serve ourselves Lunch. All of a sudden, we saw the &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt; was walking towards us. I said to myself, this is it; this was the moment I was waiting for. I said to Abhinav, “Dude, Lets talk to her, this is the best chance we are going to get”. Abhinav gave me a wicked grin. I am still wondering what the puckish titter was for. At a distance I could see the &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She Who Shall not be named&lt;/a&gt; walking straight towards me &lt;em&gt;(“If you were in these Arms Tonight” humming in my Mind)&lt;/em&gt;. Finally Abhinav spoke up and gave a proof of his existence beside me &lt;em&gt;(Obviously even the song stopped)&lt;/em&gt;, he said "What are you going to talk her about?..Uuuhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!! Why can’t people just say, Come on go on and talk to her. It’s not that Abhinav had not told me before, but may be this was the right time to tell that line than ever before. I looked at the &lt;a href="http://http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;, who was just 10 steps away from me, and thought what can I actually talk to her? When she was just 5 steps away from me, my mind just refuses to work, my heart stopped, my bones froze and my hands were cold. She came over and picked up a plate, but suddenly from no where a person came and joined the line between me and &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She who shall not be named&lt;/a&gt;. It was a huge sigh of relief. And the moment, which was not supposed to be as dreadful as it was, finally came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you laughing at?? Hey You, Ya you, What are you giggling at?? Now, believe the above crap or don’t believe it. Just don’t talk about this with me, never again in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ignominy, disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep the Faith - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1695289588727607314?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1695289588727607314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1695289588727607314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1695289588727607314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1695289588727607314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/spine-chilling-bloodcurdling-experience.html' title='Spine-chilling, bloodcurdling experience'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-3084211259185388353</id><published>2007-04-24T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:50:57.168+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 100 List;'/><title type='text'>The 100 List....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm Looks like I actually haven't done a lot of things! What all have YOU done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Bought everyone in the bar a drink (&lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Climbed a Mountain covered in Snow at Rotang pass&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Held a tarantula (&lt;em&gt;Yak!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone (&lt;em&gt;Wow!...Not yet [:(]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Said 'I love you' and meant it (&lt;em&gt;Didn't find many interesting gals to say this. May be I will say it to &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She Who Shall not be Named&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; [MAY BE being the keyword])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Bungee jumped (It's in my To Do List)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Visited Paris (&lt;em&gt;It's already on my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/places-to-visit.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Places to Visit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; List&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, but from the beach[Kashid] though.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise (&lt;em&gt;Yap, Our New Year Celebrations generally end only after we see the New year sun rise&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Seen the Northern Lights (&lt;em&gt;Ever since I have read about it in Resnick and Halliday in my 10th Standard, I always wanted to witness it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Tennis Match in Hyderabad&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Touched an iceberg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope (&lt;em&gt;Lol, and also at some neighbours' windows[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Asked out a stranger (I have to learn that art asap. I can impliment it on She Who Shall Not Be Named[:p])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;In just about every College Culturals Fest&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt; (Pretty much every chance I get!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Numerous times! but just for a Moment&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visited all 10 provinces&lt;/strong&gt; (Where???......In India I did visit more than 10 states)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;I still can't foget that night. Wasn't the prettiest sight. Infact they were two of them. Thank God Bhasker was not complete drunk that day[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Danced with a stranger in a foreign country (&lt;em&gt;The moment I go to a foreign country, I will do it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap. If you aren't with me on a Roadtrip. You haven't experienced a road-trip yet!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap, went rock climbing without ropes and helmets on dangerous Moula-Ali. A slip, and we would roll all the way down on a rocky surface&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yeah. But would love to do it again with &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She Who Shall not be Named&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;may be&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gone sky diving (&lt;em&gt;It's on my To-do List&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Visited Europe (&lt;em&gt;It's already on my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/places-to-visit.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Places to Visit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; List&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love (&lt;em&gt;Doesn't apply&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them (&lt;em&gt;Yap, In Canteen, Wish I can have it with &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She Who Shall not be Named&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Nope. Never wanted to try it.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alphabetized your cds&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap, Used to do it. Not any longer&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Pretended to be a superhero (Nope. Never had the desire to wear my red boxers over my blue pants![:p])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sung karaoke (&lt;em&gt;Mankind is still in existence because I never did this[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Posed nude in front of strangers (&lt;em&gt;Eer.. Nope.. not that shameless yet.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gone scuba diving (It's on the To Do List.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Kissed in the rain (&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. Never struck me to do that [:p].&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap. I Love it when it Rains.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Fallen in love and not had your heart broken (&lt;em&gt;Does such a thing exist?....No Idea, Was never in Love&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gotten married (&lt;em&gt;ulp! scary&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gone without food for 5 days (&lt;em&gt;Nope..I would not be writing this blog had I done this.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Made cookies/cake from scratch (Cake…and I think my roomies actually liked it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gotten a tattoo (Does Face Painting Count as a Tatoo????...I hate Tatoos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap, Got it a couple of times. I still am thinking as to why did I get it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Been to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Bought a house (The way the rates are going up in Hyderabad, I doubt I ever will!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Been in a combat zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country (&lt;em&gt;Would love to go on the Tour-de-France. Hope my company understands and give me 2-3 Months Off for training[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a near death experience&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;A lot of times&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt; (Every day on my drive to work and back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Survived an illness that you shouldn't have survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Wrote article for a large publication (&lt;em&gt;Well, The "&lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html"&gt;She Who Shall Not Be Named&lt;/a&gt;" series might as well be published one day[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Piloted an airplane (Microsoft Flight simulator doesn’t count? Damn, and they claim that it’s as good as the real thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Broken someone's heart (&lt;em&gt;To the best of my Knowledge I didn't break anyones heart. If I did, my apologies&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Broken a bone (&lt;em&gt;Thank God! All my bones are in tact till date[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced (&lt;em&gt;Don't even think about it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Ridden a horse (&lt;em&gt;Yap. Not sure I entirely liked it though&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had major surgery (&lt;em&gt;Had some stitches on my foot a decade ago&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had a snake as a pet (Snake as a Pet!!!. Have you gone mad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;I'm sure that I slept for more than 30 Hrs on more than one occasion[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Visited foreign countries (&lt;em&gt;Nope[:(]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Visited all 7 continents (&lt;em&gt;It's on the Cards&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days (&lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yap, In &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/edu/2004/03/08/stories/2004030800250400.htm"&gt;The Hindu&lt;/a&gt; and Enadu in March 2004&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Many times&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Never again after this, I promise myself..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parasailed&lt;/strong&gt; (Yap. Did it in Goa in March 2006. It was a wonderful experience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Sales People in Pune[:p]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Thought to yourself that you're living your dream (&lt;em&gt;Nope[:(]. I just wich this would be true some day&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Dyed your hair (&lt;em&gt;Not yet. But I will try it once&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Saved someone's life (&lt;em&gt;At this moment, Will be glad to save my own…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Lots of thinks that I din't do yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Delighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; American Pie – Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how that music used to&lt;br /&gt;make me smile&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that if I had my chance&lt;br /&gt;I could make those people dance&lt;br /&gt;And maybe they'd be happy for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-3084211259185388353?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3084211259185388353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=3084211259185388353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3084211259185388353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/3084211259185388353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/100-list.html' title='The 100 List....'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5792772545605614376</id><published>2007-04-20T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:17:46.043+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='“She Who Shall Not be Named”'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not in Love yet'/><title type='text'>Don't tell me I am in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My last 2 posts have drawn a lot of people to my blog. A few of my friends dropped a mail, a few of them told me on Messenger, a few scrapped in orkut. To my surprise everyone had only onething to say, "Looks like, You are in Love". Surprising isn't it? Everyone seems to know when I am in Love and when I am not in Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Guys, I can understand if people term it as Crush, but Love!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;How can I fall in Love after seeing her a couple of times? "She who shall not be named" is Beautiful, It doesn't mean that I am in Love with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;. May be I have a small Crush. Nothing more than that. &lt;a href="http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-would-happen-whenever-it-had-to.html"&gt;Love would happen when ever it had to&lt;/a&gt;. I would appreciate if all you people leave your comments on the blog itself and don't pass on your comments through other means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Someday I'll be Saturday night, I'll be back on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5792772545605614376?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5792772545605614376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5792772545605614376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5792772545605614376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5792772545605614376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-tell-me-i-am-in-love.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me I am in Love'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-5193648902688882646</id><published>2007-04-13T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:52:45.175+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She who shall not be named'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>It's her Birthday Today!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh My God! It’s her birthday today!!!!! WTF was I doing today? Why didn’t I peep into the Birthday list as I always do while walking to Unit 2 for Lunch? Why didn’t someone just tell me that it was her Birthday today? Why didn’t her Friends make her cut a cake as we used to do? Why did I have to peep into it when I was walking back to Unit 1after Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in “The Alchemist”, you have to read the omens. I just couldn’t see the Omens. She was right in front of me that day. I saw her for more than 5 times during the Lunch time. Yet, I didn’t pick the Omens [:(]. Why didn’t the dumb voice from my heart say that “It’s her Birthday Today”??!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I noticed her name on the Birthday List. I called up Abhinav immediately and told him to go and Wish her. But he didn’t. After attending an effective communication session for 3 days all he could come up with was. “How can I wish her? I know her Name, but she doesn’t know that I know her name”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for Humanity, for restoring our faith in those virtue of benevolence, philanthropy and altruism that this world seems to have forgotten. Someone please introduce me to that gal as soon as possible. Your act will make this world stand and introspect and shudder in shame. They will say to themselves, "Where was my coinscinece all this while?" The world will see you as a beacon of............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; She Hates Me (WTF.....What's this song doing in my playlist[:x])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-5193648902688882646?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5193648902688882646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=5193648902688882646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5193648902688882646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/5193648902688882646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-her-birthday-today.html' title='It&apos;s her Birthday Today!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-4834577245279352530</id><published>2007-04-11T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:46:03.807+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='“She Who Shall Not be Named”'/><title type='text'>“She Who Shall Not be Named” - Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;O Boy! I am falling short of words. May be there are not enough words in my Vocabulary to describe this “She Who Shall Not be Named” or May be It’s just because I want to use the best possible words for this “She Who Shall Not be Named”. Yet, I put up a brave front and say to myself “I Know, I can” and start off. Here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;“She Who Shall Not be Named” is BEAUTIFUL, EXQUISTE, GORGEOUS, FABULOUS, PRETTY, STUNNING, RAVISHING etc (Read the words in uppercase with ten times more magnitude). How should I describe her? Where should I start? Should I describe her magnificent Smile first? Or Should I describe her beautiful eyes? Or Should I describe her lovely and pretty face. O Boy! Words are really at a premium now and to make things worse my heart’s beating too fast, too fast for my liking. A voice from deep inside my heart said, “Maybe you love her already!” The response didn’t even sink into me, an other voice sprang up from the intelligent corner, which just about has all the answers to my life, said, “You don’t even know her. How can you love her just like that?” “True”, I said to myself. Once again my intelligent side wins over my heart. I wonder when the last time my heart won over the intelligent side was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I just like everything about her. One look at her pretty face leaves an intoxicating effect on me. You would go to office day in and day out just to have one glance at her lovely face. Her beautiful smile can glitter anyone’s dull life. When she smiles, her eyes shine bright and a grin on her face could melt ice. Oh, Did I mention about her “I don’t care about you” look. Wow, it can drop me dead. Her flowing hair makes mine stand on end.Sometimes when she isn't paying attention to me I stare at her; the moment she looks up, I turn around and look all around. Every time she is around I think I should talk to her. But I just cannot. When was the last time I had a feeling like this? May be a long time back with S****. Take my word, “She Who Shall Not Be Named” is PERFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She is beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She is beautiful with make up on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She is beautiful without it on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She is beautiful when she is smiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;She is beautiful when she isn't smirking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, she is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; When can I see you again&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/16455593-4834577245279352530?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4834577245279352530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=4834577245279352530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4834577245279352530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/4834577245279352530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-4.html' title='“She Who Shall Not be Named” - Part 4'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7683239302641347151</id><published>2007-04-10T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:41:41.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I know I can (I know I can) - I needed this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I know I can (I know I can)&lt;br /&gt;Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up&lt;br /&gt;You can be anything in the world, in God we trust&lt;br /&gt;An architect, doctor, maybe an actress&lt;br /&gt;But nothing comes easy it takes much practice&lt;br /&gt;So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how,&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands in the air, and take a vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can (I know I can)&lt;br /&gt;Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish&lt;br /&gt;If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can (I know I can)&lt;br /&gt;Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more learn more, change the globe&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto children, do your thing&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up, little man, you're a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can (I know I can)&lt;br /&gt;Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7683239302641347151?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7683239302641347151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7683239302641347151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7683239302641347151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7683239302641347151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-i-can-i-know-i-can-i-needed-this.html' title='I know I can (I know I can) - I needed this'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1914863394702105343</id><published>2007-04-03T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:49:16.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Timing Sachin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;No, I am not talking about his wrong timed shots in the world cup, instead it’s his wrong timed statement in the Press. Personally I feel that Sachin Tendulkar shouldn’t have given a statement in the Press atleast till the BCCI meet on 5-6th April. Even after the BCCI meet I would have loved to see Sachin hit 4-5 centuries and let his bat speak instead of his words. Having said that, I am sure Sachin would have given the statement only after confirming Greg Chappell’s remarks. After playing for 17 years he would have enough contacts in the Press to find out whether Greg Chappell really said it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Press Statement, the support for Sachin Tendulkar will go up drastically. Even before he released a Press Statement former greats like Vivian Richards and Sunil Gavaskar have rubbished Greg’s remark over Sachin’s Attitude. With a statement in the Indian Press, People all over India are only going to commiserate with him. Now surely Greg Chappell looks all set to be the scapegoat for India’s World Cup debacle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Broddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; My Heart will go On - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1914863394702105343?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1914863394702105343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1914863394702105343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1914863394702105343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1914863394702105343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/wrong-timing-sachin.html' title='Wrong Timing Sachin!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-8590229646936439277</id><published>2007-04-02T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:16:32.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WWW - What Went Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;People are furious with Team India’s Performance at the World Cup. Media channels are all over cricket like ants over a sugar candy. At the end of 5 days as expected, every media channel came up with different opinions on India’s debacle. They were so many different answers to one question that I did not understand whether all the channels were doing their postmortem on only one team or various teams. One billion Indian in India have more than billion opinions on Cricket. So I, One amongst the (blue) billion am also going to provide my expert comments on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very easy for everyone to criticize after a Loss. I am not going to criticize anyone here. I have played enough sports to know what it is like to lose a game. For a Sportsman it doesn’t matter whether it’s a World Cup match or a match in his backyard. They Play only to Win. Nobody plays to lose a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team was never a Part of the India’s Loss. It is the best Team that India could have selected for the World cup. 13 players picked themselves into the Squad with their performance(s). The inclusion of only 2 players was questioned, One was Virender Sehwag and the other was Irfan Pathan. Then the next question was “Who could have replaced them?” Irfan Pathan and Virender Sehwag play as genuine All-Rounders in the Indian Side. The Fact is that these two players where the best 2 All-Rounders in India at this Moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Strategy” and “Performance” are the two words that went all wrong for the Indian Team. For “Strategy”, you have got to blame the caption and the coach. For the “Performance” you have to blame the Senior Members of the Team. Opposition Teams won half the battles before even the match began. Some of the strategies where astonishing. Personally I feel Sachin Tendulkar have opened the batting (It’s not that he has not played in Number 4 before. He played at Number 4 and failed miserably) and Kumble should have played all the three matches. Only one amongst Uttapa and Sehwag should have played. Dinesh Karthick was a must in the side after showing so much class on a fast wicket against West Indies in the practice match. I am still wondering as to why Dhoni tried to cut Muralidaran on the first ball and why Yuvraj just can’t stop running and try to get back to his crease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the way India played, I am happy that India lost. If they went to the Super 8’s with this type of Strategy and Performance they would have lost every match miserably and would have caused more embarrassment. India needs a Strategist and a Man Manager who is going to define a role for every batsman in the Indian Cricket side. Having said that Greg Chappell has got to go and he has to be replaced by a foreign coach. No former Indian Player should be given the job, just because none of the former (good) Indian Players are coaching a state side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; I Live My Life for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-8590229646936439277?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8590229646936439277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=8590229646936439277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8590229646936439277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8590229646936439277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/www-what-went-wrong.html' title='WWW - What Went Wrong?'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1906328459717092550</id><published>2007-03-27T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:43:09.844+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian Dream Shattered!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;India is now officially out of the World Cup 2007. India was down and out of the world cup after the defeat against Sri Lanka, but for a few eternal optimists, who believed that India could still make it to the Super 8. They were up in numbers in the stadium and in front of Television sets supporting Minnows Bermuda to beat the favorites Bangladesh. The Chances of Bangladesh losing to Bermuda were minimal. The complete Bangladeshi Team was in the Stadium to witness and celebrate the Indian defeat against Sri Lanka on Friday. Finally when the Moment arrived, the Moment of despair for India and the Moment of Ecstasy for Bangladesh, they were up in there seats with hi fives all round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh has created History. World Cup is not the same without India and Pakistan in Super 8’s. Bangladesh deserve every moment of attention they are getting because they have earned there place in Super 8. It was not gifted to them. They outplayed India in every department. Be it the batting, be it the bowling or be it the Fielding. They were better than India in all the departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be surprised if Bangladesh is going to surprise a team or two in the super 8’s.&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh has the best fielding side in the world cup along side Australia, South Africa and New Zealand. The two young talented left arm spinners Sakim and Razzak along with the Old war horse Rafeeq can go through any batting lineup on slow low wickets. Even though their batsmen are not as consist as the top players in the world. The Talented Ashraful and Aftab Ahmad can win them a match or two. It takes a team to win matches and they have the team to do it against big sides too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Here without you - 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1906328459717092550?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1906328459717092550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1906328459717092550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1906328459717092550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1906328459717092550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/03/indian-dream-shattered.html' title='Indian Dream Shattered!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-2265210379688026136</id><published>2007-01-28T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:17:59.082+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gruhpravesham - House Warming Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check the Photo&lt;/strong&gt; @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/118413/overview"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/118413/overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Haaappppppyyyyyy [:-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Hrudayam ekada undi - Gahini (Telugu)&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/16455593-2265210379688026136?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2265210379688026136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=2265210379688026136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2265210379688026136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/2265210379688026136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/gruhpravesham-house-warming-photos.html' title='Gruhpravesham - House Warming Photos'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-1838934642452593947</id><published>2007-01-24T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:27:42.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Car - Hyundai Verna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Today I went to take the delivery of our New Car - Hyundai Verna. The drive is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027998629077103218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RccKHRlKsnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RMgoC0LRZkc/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; She Believes in Me - Ronan Keating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-1838934642452593947?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1838934642452593947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=1838934642452593947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1838934642452593947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/1838934642452593947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-car-hyundai-verna.html' title='New Car - Hyundai Verna'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RccKHRlKsnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RMgoC0LRZkc/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7378301244117574532</id><published>2007-01-22T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:06:40.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally On Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I am finally on Orkut after a long long time. Man I was missing Orkut so much that I am on Orkut ever since I came to hyderabad. Orkut Rocks!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;After Orkut has been blocked in Office it was just not possible to stay in touch with Friends. I am very disappointed that Kanbay has back tracked on One of its biggest Values, "Freedom". This is one value which really differentiated Kanbay from most of the other companies in India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah I know that I am acting like a squawker, But WTF. Why Orkut should be blocked???[:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Sad [:-(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Doorie - Asif Aslam&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/16455593-7378301244117574532?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7378301244117574532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7378301244117574532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7378301244117574532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7378301244117574532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-on-orkut.html' title='Finally On Orkut'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-45734422771146791</id><published>2007-01-18T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:49:31.788+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hyderabad Here I Come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yapppppyyyy!!!! I am going to Hyderabad tomorrow. I am very very excited about this trip. Guess What??? I am going to be in Hyderabad for 9 days and 8 nights. Wow!, I still can't beleive that I am going to spend 9 days in Hyderbad. You guys have no idea what 9 days in Hyderabad means. 9 days in Hyderbad means a lot of Fun, loads of Masti, Biryani, Shopping, Hanging out with Friends....Ashish, Sumit, Sujeet, Prajakta, Racu, Motu, Suki, Gaurav, Abhishek, Shubhra etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;A lot of work still to be done before I leave to Hyderabad. Anything for Hyderabad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic &amp;  Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Pardes - Main ne uske Shehar ko Choda.&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/16455593-45734422771146791?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/45734422771146791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=45734422771146791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/45734422771146791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/45734422771146791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/hyderabad-here-i-come.html' title='Hyderabad Here I Come!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-8271204079254784330</id><published>2007-01-07T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:27:43.114+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2-'007' is the year of the bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;New Year comes with New Dreamz, New Aspirations, New Resolutions, New Friendz,.....(n) and ofcourse with lots and lots of surprises too. A lot of questions popped up in my mind like 'What does this year(2007) hold for me???', 'What am I going to acheive this year?', 'Is this year the right time?' etc etc....And Frankly, I don't have answers. But one thing is for sure, Its not going to be an easy year, this year (2007) is going to be a very very tough year. This year(2007) is going to test my Character. This year(2007) is going to test my Grit. This year is going to test my Fortitude. This year(2007) is going to test my resilience. All in all this year(2007) is going to test "ME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a lot of tough decisions in this year(2007), tough decisions on my career, tough decisions on my future plans, tough decision on my Life,hmmm.... yeahhh you can add love life also to the already long list (ofcourse the last one becomes completely irrelavent if I don't find interesting gals). I would like to keep my resolutions to myself as for now. I will be disclosing them as and when I acheive them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-'007' is the year of the bond......Am I going to be the "BOND" (as Gaurav always says)!!!!????.....Lots of Exciting Times await this year(2007). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; If you were in these Arms Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Delirious&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RaOVEMwyrAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e5ztUPrwmIU/s1600-h/4.5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018018309198752770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RaOVEMwyrAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e5ztUPrwmIU/s200/4.5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-8271204079254784330?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8271204079254784330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=8271204079254784330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8271204079254784330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/8271204079254784330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-007-is-year-of-bond.html' title='2-&apos;007&apos; is the year of the bond'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RaOVEMwyrAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e5ztUPrwmIU/s72-c/4.5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-7440730045717484468</id><published>2007-01-03T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:27:43.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me Back to Blogging. Wish you all guys and gals a Very Very Happy and Prosperous New Year. Hope you all had a great time on New Year's eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I went to Poona Club on New Year's Eve. Bombastic Bollywood was the theme....So it started off with a couple of dance performances, then a Fashion Show (Kanbay, Pune crowd was better than the Models), Fireworks and ofcourse Disc. The Program was supposed to start at 8:30 PM, but it finally started at 9:45 PM. The Stage was really very horrible. It was hradly one feet above the ground level. Once the program started People just ran towards the stage to get a better view of the Dance/Fashion show. I did not want to be a part of the crowd and decided to stay back. And I occasionally got glimses of the not so beautiful models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then we let our foot lose and danced our way into the New Year. Brij, My God! is an aweome dancer....He has a lot of enthu after 2 pegs I guess...heheheh......I, by mistake have formated my Camera[:(]......So no photographs[:'(].....Once again a very very Happy New Year....lot more to come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Strings - Durr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Excited&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RaOTq8wyq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uw4cf65fHKE/s1600-h/4.5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018016775895428082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RaOTq8wyq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uw4cf65fHKE/s200/4.5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-7440730045717484468?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7440730045717484468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=7440730045717484468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7440730045717484468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/7440730045717484468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007.html' title='Happy New Year 2007'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNYBak27ZtA/RaOTq8wyq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uw4cf65fHKE/s72-c/4.5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-116238228052237781</id><published>2006-10-26T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thriller, Shocker - Whatever!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capgemini to Acquire Kanbay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Haven't read all the documents yet. Once I am done with that, You people will hear more about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Notihngs Playing :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-116238228052237781?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116238228052237781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=116238228052237781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/116238228052237781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/116238228052237781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/thursday-thriller-shocker-whatever.html' title='Thursday Thriller, Shocker - Whatever!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-116238106399219449</id><published>2006-10-24T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tata acquires Chorus!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;When I heard the news that "The Tata Steel is going to acquire Chorus Steel", I was least surprised. I though that this was yet another steel industry acquistion. Over the last five years, acquisition of steel industries has always been in News thanks to Mr. Lakshmi Mittal. Ratan Tata has given a lot of statement in the electronic/print media that he is planning "something big" for Tata Steel. In the good old days "something big" more often than not meant that the company is going to increase its production by setting up a factory or two. Now a days "something big" in Manufacturing Industry means acquisitions. Its the easiest way to increase production, profits and revenues. So It was kind of expected that Tata Steel is going acquire a few steel indutries in europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;So when it was announced that Tata Steel is going to acquire Chorus I was least surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;When I read the paper the next day I was completely taken aback. How can a 55th ranked company with aTurnover of $4.6billion take over a company which is ranked 9th and whose turnover is $18 billion!!!!?????. How the hell are they going to raise the funds? Funding is the least of the problem; there are enough backing for the right sponsor. Now here comes into the picture the big daddy - "Tata Group" which is the parent company of all the Tata companies. It is going to take a loan of $1 billion and borrow $6 billion from SPV. The Biggest cross-border deal made by an Indian Comapny is going to be closed soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;But whats in it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;1) Steel is a Volatile Commodity and valuation of steel is going to be driven by big companies like Mittal, Arcelor etc etc. Tata which is now going to be in the top 5 players in the world can also join hand with the Top Steel industries and rule the roast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;2) Corus spends a lot on Raw Material, which is present abundantly with Tata Steel in India. Shipping bulks of raw material to chorus will definately reduce the production costs of Chorus, thus increasing the profitability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Is this the age of Reverse Colonisal????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-116238106399219449?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116238106399219449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=116238106399219449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/116238106399219449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/116238106399219449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/tata-acquires-chorus.html' title='Tata acquires Chorus!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-116237771904705111</id><published>2006-10-23T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Finally, I am writing a blog. It’s been a long time back that I wrote my last blog. Well all of you must be wondering why I didn’t write a single blog in the last 2 months. It’s not that I didn’t have time; it’s not that I was preoccupied with loads of work; it’s not that I didn’t visit new places; it’s not that I didn’t see any new “She who shall not be named”; Then why didn’t I write. Well, I am not sure about the answer myself. So let’s leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get started with blogging again……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I watched DON on Friday Night. It was pretty cool. Making a remake of a superhit movie was always going to be tough. And making a remake of a blockbuster movie like DON was going to be daunting task. They were many disappointments in the story. Kareena for sure was a huge disappointment. She was neither hot nor sexy. An item gal would have done a lot more justice to the song. Yana Gupta would have been a perfect choice. For me the music was also a big disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After all the negatives of the movie here are some positives. Its one of the most stylish bollywood movies ever made. Farhan Aktar did a great job with the plot. A couple of twist in the movie were completely unexpected. SRK, Priyanka, Bonam Irani, Arjun Rampal all of them made justice to their roles. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't think it is going to a big hit much like Farhan Aktar's last movie Lakshya. I truely enjoyed watching both the movies though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Saurday was Diwali. We made a lot of plans for Diwali like Lighting some diyas, busrting patakas, etc etc. As expected we did neither. In the evening I went to Pune to drop srinivas. We went around in the city watching some fireworks and patakas :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Sunday asusual - ADIDAS - All Day I Doze and Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Current Music: Keep the Faith - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Current Mood: Timepass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-116237771904705111?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116237771904705111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=116237771904705111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/116237771904705111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/116237771904705111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again???'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115590822432508913</id><published>2006-08-09T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.495+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"She" who shall not be named – Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;After a very exciting day at Sinhgad, I and Srini went to F.C. Road to have our dinner. We went to Hotel Vaishali, which was pretty crowded. We had to wait for quite some time to get a table. Without waiting anytime my eyes started rolling for good looking gals. They were a few good looking gals around. After waiting for 15 Mins we got a table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;There was this really BEAUTIFUL gal sitting in the table front of me with her Family. When I say BEAUTIFUL in upper case it’s not just beautiful in lower case, it’s much more than that. It’s magnificent, spectacular, awesome etc etc. Now as this gal was sitting right in front of me, I couldn’t stop looking at her. I stared at her for as long as we sat their, which was just over 30 Mins. She must have though I am a big rogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;"She" was damn cute, "She" had a magnificent smile, "She" had beautiful eye, "She" was looking gorgeous, everything about the girl was perfect. Wow, I still cannot forget her charismatic smile and her gracious looks. She was an epitome of beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had she not come with her family probably I would have tried to find out whether she is single or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Though the article name is "She" who shall not be named, "She" who shall not be seen again would be a better title. Such a beautiful gal and single!!!!....Naaa Not possible. But the eternal optimist in me says that I will meet her again and she will single. I just can't forget her. I will do anything any damn thing in the world to meet this gal again. I am ready to shoot myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;(OK, the last couple of lines were for the effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; I need you - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115590822432508913?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115590822432508913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115590822432508913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115590822432508913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115590822432508913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-3.html' title='&quot;She&quot; who shall not be named – Part 3'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115590594252536623</id><published>2006-08-06T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adventure: Mission Sinhgad - Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;First things first, Happy Friendships day to all the people who are reading this. “Happy Friendships Day”, Do we really need a day to celebrate Friendship? Naaa. It’s not for a person like me who is surrounded by friends 24x7x365. But who wants to miss an occasion to Party. So this Friendships day I went to Meet Srinivas. After traveling for about 1 Hr and getting completely wet in rain I reached his home. Then we decided to go to Singhad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started from Srini’s house at 4PM hoping that we would reach Sinhgad by 5:30 PM. We first went to Kadhakvasla Dam which is enroute to Sinhgad. The gates of the dam were opened. The road to Sinhgad was submerged in water and no traffic was allowed on that road. A few locals suggested us to take another route to Sinhgad. It was already 5:45 PM yet we decided to stick to our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 6:45 PM we reached Sinhgad. Two policemen were patrolling a check-post and not allowing anyone to go. We stood there for 10 Minutes in anticipation that they will allow us to go. So they did. So we finally entered the actual ghat road. The drive up the Western Ghats was quite spectacular. On one side we could see the view of the Lake and the most panoramic scenic views of Mother Nature and on the other side we could see the huge mountain with dense forests yet to be climbed. It took us more than 30 Mins to reach the top of the mountain were Shivaji once upon a time build a fort and which is in rubble now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached the top of the mountain and parked my bike at 7:30 PM. With the dense fog the visibility was as less as 5 meters. But this was not to deter us, and we started to trek at 7:30 PM. We went around for 20 Mins in near darkness. We sipped in some hot tea and started on our Journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the weather changed and it started to rain and the visibility was less than 2 meters. We could not see anything beyond 2 meters. Rain, dense forest, the sound of the night birds, visibility less than 2 meters, abandoned road with no one in sight and only two of us on a bike….This was looking like a perfect location for a Ram gopal varma film minus Urmila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally came back to Pune by 9:15 AM and decided to go to FC Road for dinner. It’s not the end of the blog yet.....To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Wheres the Party tonight - KANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115590594252536623?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115590594252536623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115590594252536623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115590594252536623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115590594252536623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/08/adventure-mission-sinhgad-accomplished.html' title='Adventure: Mission Sinhgad - Accomplished'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115511776723577226</id><published>2006-07-26T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"She" who shall not be named – Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;The “She” in this post is not the “She” who I referred to in the previous post. The “She” who I referred to in the previous post was not named because I did not want to write her name. The “She” who I am referring to in this post shall not be named because I don’t know her name. Even if I knew the name of her I wouldn’t have mentioned it because, the post title says “She who shall not be named.” The Tragedy related to the “She” who I referred in the previous post is that she has resigned from her Job. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now enough of the “She” I referred in the previous post. Let’s talk about the new “She” who shall not be named. I saw this gal when I was going to have breakfast yesterday in office. I was walking down the staircase and a gal in a pink t-shirt and a designer skirt with an Umbrella was walking towards me. I rubbed my eyes thinking that it was a mirage, because when I came to office it was not raining and now its rain and to make things even more unbelievable a beautiful gal walking towards me. She passed me and was lost in a jiffy. Wow, she is beautiful, Yaar!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the “She” who shall not be named – Part 2 will be posted later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Rapturous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; She’s a Mystery – Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115511776723577226?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115511776723577226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115511776723577226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115511776723577226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115511776723577226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-who-shall-not-be-named-part-2.html' title='&quot;She&quot; who shall not be named – Part 2'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115511469514166592</id><published>2006-07-19T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On the Beach, In the Rain - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I woke up and looked at my watch. It was 9 O Clock. I was surprised to see everyone in my room still asleep. I though might be my watch showing the wrong time and peeked outside the window. It was very gloomy and I couldn’t see much outside. So I finally decided to get out from the bed and check out the situation outside. I opened the door and it was drizzling and was very very glommy. After 15 Minutes we decided to go to the beach. After walking for 10 Minutes we finally entered the beach. The beach was completely empty. For a guy like me who has already seen the two of the beach beaches (Goa &amp; Kerala) in India this was a bit weird. This was a serene beach with no one in sight. When I say no one in sight, it really means NO ONE. We were the only people on the beach. In a way it was disappointing because they were no babes on the beach, but look at the positive side of it, the complete Beach only for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked across the beach towards a small hill. I wanted to go on a trek, but no one was interested. Soon all the people in the Hotel came down to the beach and we played Football. Guess what? I scored a goal…hehehehe. A kick from Pankaj hit deepak’s eye and we stopped playing football. We hung around in the beach for a few more hours. It started to rain and the sea was getting very violent, so we decided to go back to the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After refreshing all of us assembled in the Hotel Corridor were the Breakfast was arranged. I was the last one to arrive as usual. Once I was done with my Breakfast we sat around in a circle and started to play “Pass the Ball”. Swami was organizing it. These were the persons selected and the tasks given to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reema (Pankaj’s Wife): “How did you and Pankaj meet?” The way she answered was amazing and I just cannot express it in writing. She was very shy, giggling a lot when she was answering the question.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunil: How did he propose his wife? (Sorry I forgot her Name. I am very bad at remembering names) Actually He was very confused about the way he did it. I dont know which version was correct though, Sunil's version or His Wife's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;3. Pankaj: Sing a Himesh Song. It was as pathetci as anyother Himesh song....Heheheh....So I give to a 9/10 for perfectly copying Himesh. :p&lt;br /&gt;4. Deepak: How do Husband and Wife Fight? (Every one started to shout Deepak ki Ank when he came to perform). It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;5. Atman: Act like Mr. Bean (Too Good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to stop the game and play another game. I was pretty happy by the decision. Hurry, I need not do any thing. Then we decided to play dumb charades. It was Fun; I was given “Nostalgia”. Now how do you enact this one? But I did it. I just showed my Nose and after many tries Uma cracked it. We had our Lunch at 3:30 and packed our luggage and set the wheels rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I came in Biswa’s car. Man this guy has knowledge about everything. He even remembers the refraction index formula, the thermo-dynamics formula and what not, all this after completing his BE 10 years back. I was a shamefaced with my ignorance. We came back to Pune at 8:00 PM. When I was away my roommates told that they will be shifting to a New house. This New House was just beside Biswa's house. So he dropped me right infront of my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; No Mercy - Where do you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115511469514166592?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115511469514166592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115511469514166592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115511469514166592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115511469514166592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-beach-in-rain-day-2.html' title='On the Beach, In the Rain - Day 2'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115374548319072735</id><published>2006-07-14T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On the Beach, In the Rain - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I had to cancel my Hyderabad trip to go for this Team outing. After a week long discussion we finally decided to go to Kashid. Kashid is a very small place located 20 Km away from Mumbai – Goa Highway and around 160 KM from Pune. 18 members, 5 cars and we decided to meet at the toll plaza on the express highway at 2:30PM. Soon Pankaj, Paras and Me went Pankaj’s House (my PL) as he had to pick up his wife. After having Lunch at Pankaj’s house we finally got going and we were the first one to arrive at the Toll Plaza. Deepak and Val were the next to arrive. We were clicking a few snaps on the express highway and a policeman came and took Paras’s cell saying that photography is prohibited here. We bribed the policeman 1000 bugs and finally got going at 3:15 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 90 KM of the journey was covered on the express highway and the next 70 KM on the state highways. The road from Kapoli to Pen (30KM) was a Pain. The last 20 Km of the journey was as beautiful as it can ever get. Sea on one side of the road and the High raised Western Ghats on the other. Driving for 20 KM beside the sea…WOW it was Spectacular. This is a place were you have to be with someone special to make the moment extra special. Just the drive was spectacular, stunning, sensational etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the Hotel at 8:30 PM. As soon as we reached the Hotel we realized that ESPN was not coming clearly in the TV. F***, Germany Vs Argentina, How are we going to watch the match????. Just then the savior arrived, the care taker of the hotel told us that if we switch of all the Lights and Fans and Run only one TV then the display will be clear. So we switched off every thing in the hotel and assembled in the Dinning hall. Eureka!! ESPN was coming with full clarity. We had our Dinner during the Half-Time break to then we glue ourselves to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team of people supported Argentina and the other Germany. It was a great environment, almost 14-15 of us in a room and supporting our teams. Hurray Argentina Score first. Huff, Germany equalized. Argentina deserved to win as they played far better football then Germany. Argentina had 2-3 great chances to convert in the extra-time. (They should have played Messi). Once the match entered the Penalties it was always going to be Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match we sat around in the common balcony and chatted for a while. The sound of the sea, the sound made by the rain falling on the leaves, the sound of the bugs, complete darkness, and a single zero watts bulb....It surely was a perfect location for a Ram gopal varma film. We talked just about everything. Cricket, Football, Politics, Corruption etc etc. 2-3 pegs down my PM and most of them started to talk about there previous experiences. Especially all the notorious stuff they did in Kanbay etc ect. I would love to mention a few of them here but after contemplating on it for a long time, I decided against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115374548319072735?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115374548319072735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115374548319072735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115374548319072735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115374548319072735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-beach-in-rain-day-1.html' title='On the Beach, In the Rain - Day 1'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115138984003224231</id><published>2006-06-16T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile Trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Any one wants to find out ways to get into trouble? You have got to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Gaurav’s blog yesterday at 8:00 PM. Reading his blog by staying back in office for half an hour more is soon becoming a hobby. I was reading a funny article on Gaurav’s blog and was giggling. It was so damn funny that I could have rolled over and laughed aloud, but I just giggled quietly controlling my Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly at the same instance, (Read Through)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters:&lt;/strong&gt; Swami (Project Manager), Biswa (Project Leader [not my PL though]) and Amit (Sits beside me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; (For the people who are not in Kanbay) We don’t have any closed doors in our workspaces. It means that you sit along with PMs, PLs, TLs etc. Five people sit in a cubicle and we have around 20 cubicles like that in my workspace. Once you stand up you can have a view of all the cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(He stood up at his desk, which is in the adjacent cubicle. His eyes fell on me straight away. I couldn’t even stop giggling)&lt;/em&gt; Kya re Shishir, Tu Hamesha Haste rehta hain? What Shishir? You always keep on Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Completely taken aback, and did not know what to reply?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Might be I should Answer something)&lt;/em&gt; I am reading a Joke, that’s why I am laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/em&gt; No, you always keep Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biswa&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Glued in his chair in his cubicle shouted out loud)&lt;/em&gt; Might be he had a Smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Even more amazed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Swami, Biswa and Amitstarted to laugh out….And Me too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Nahi yaar, I don’t have any work assigned to me yet, so I keep on reading some stuff on Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami:&lt;/strong&gt; What???....You have not yet been assigned work???....I have to talk to Pankaj (My TL) about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biswa:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm….Welll….You just slipped out in front of the Wrong Person yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amit:&lt;/strong&gt; Laughing out…Yes true man, you got into trouble man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everything went quiet for some time. After 30 Mins Swami was packing his office bag to leave. After that he started to search for his specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami:&lt;/strong&gt; Did anyone see my specs??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No reply…He went around the complete workspace, searched all the conference rooms, searched the drawers, yet he did not get them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(came back and asked again)&lt;/em&gt; Did any one see my specs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think I should help him out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Stood up and I found the specs right behind me)&lt;/em&gt; Swami, Here are your Specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami&lt;/strong&gt;: Arey isko koi kaam math dho. Don’t give him any work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Everyone Laughing out loud, A few others also joined in from other cubicles]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biswa&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;(Shouting)&lt;/strong&gt; Kya Chalu admi hain, Pehle Chashma Chupatha hain and baad main wapas kar ke Impression Martha hain First he saves the specs and then returned them to make a impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs out loud. Me not sure whether to laugh or not. I once again giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Where did you go? - No Mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115138984003224231?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115138984003224231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115138984003224231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115138984003224231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115138984003224231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/06/smile-trouble.html' title='Smile Trouble!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115107039864265731</id><published>2006-06-09T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:07.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hyderabadi Tadka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;On 2nd June I couldn’t meet any of my friends as I went to my Village. It was quite late by the time we reached Hyderabad. So I had many things lined up for the next day. I planned to meet Ashu, Srini, Vamsi, Sumit, Sujeet, Praj, Rachu and of course Lavs also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was awesome on Saturday. All through the day I sat in Home. That’s a pretty unique thing to happen isn’t it? But I covered up for the time loss in the evening. Praj made a trekking plan and Sumit, Ashi, Rachu, Praj and Me went in Rachu’s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to start at 3:30 and ended up going at 5:00 PM. By the time we reached the trekking place it was already 6:00 PM. We did not climb to the summit of the hill. We stopped mid way as it was getting really dark. Then after clicking a few snaps and admiring the scenery we started our journey back. We went to Sangi Temple. After the darshan we did some time pass in the parking lot. It was almost 8 PM and without deciding our next plan we set the wheels in motion. We decided that we will check out Mount Opera. We knew it was going to be closed yet we went just to have a look. It was pretty good from the outside. Then we had a dinner in Hotel Pearl Residency and went home at 11:30 in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Following day, the 4th June, I had planned to meet my Kanbay Friends. We met at 12:00 noon in Eat Street. After some babe watching we decided to go to Runway9. Abhinav after saying ‘I will not come 100 times’ finally agreed. Then we went to Run way 9 by 2:00 PM. Suki, the shooter lost pathetically scoring around 15 points and Atul the winner scored more than 25 points. Then we put the skates on and started skating. Abhinav, Abhishek and Me decided to go for it first. Brij, Shubhra, Atul, Suki decided to watch was. We fell a few times though. But who cares? The coach came to me and told, U are skating pretty well come on go a bit faster now. Hmmm…Now I am a Skater too :P After watching us skate for more than 30 Mins Suki and Atul decided to do it. As soon as they put the skating shoes it started to rain heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran towards the indoor games section. Suki and Atul preferred to get wet in the rain and tried to skate. We took a pool and ice hockey table and started to play. The rain stopped after a while and Suki and Me bought tickets for Rock Climbing. Suki couldn’t complete it, but I did. :) hehhehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few laps of karting we left. I reached home at 6:30 PM packed my bags and called up Lavs. I told her that I and Ashish would come to her house and meet her. Then at 7:45 we wento to Lavs house and talked to her for 15 Mins. She did not change much though. As it was getting late for my bus we left in a hurry. Ashish dropped me at the bus stop. And I came back to Pune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be there for you - Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115107039864265731?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115107039864265731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115107039864265731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115107039864265731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115107039864265731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/06/hyderabadi-tadka.html' title='Hyderabadi Tadka'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115106005481975408</id><published>2006-06-07T16:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:06.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Narrow Escape!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I had a very narrow escape from possible death some days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving back to Hyderabad after attending a Puja in my Village. Infact I was late for the Puja so I can't really say that I attended the Puja. It was a perfect Monsoon day. Raining for a while and the Sun scattering through the clouds for a while. After traveling for about 2 Hours we left the Heavy rain well behind us. The road was clear and I was zooming off at 140 Kmph in Hyundai Accent. All the people in the car were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus came in the opposite direction at a pretty high speed. Suddenly he turned the bus into my track as he wanted to go to the other side of the road. A second later the bus was heading towards my track and I Braked as hard as I can. The Brakes made a scratching sound, the tyres skid off. Yet the car did not stop. I glanced at the speedometer it was still on 80 Kmph. The brakes could only get the speed down from 140 Kmph to 80 Kmph. The bus was too close now and 2 people were standing on the other side. I did not have a place to go. Instantaneously I removed my leg from the brake and peddled the accelerator as hard as I could. I barely managed to get the car through the gap. We had escaped being hit only by a matter of 2 seconds. Now probably I can say “I precisely managed to get the car through the gap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people who were asleep in the car were well awake now. Infact they woke up at the Scratching sound of the Brakes. As soon as they opened their eyes they could see a Bus and 2 people right in front of the car. It must have been a real scary experience for them, though no one talked about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safety First, Drive Slowly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115106005481975408?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115106005481975408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115106005481975408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115106005481975408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115106005481975408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/06/narrow-escape_07.html' title='A Narrow Escape!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115072871455734365</id><published>2006-06-02T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:06.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"She" who shall not be named</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;In my previous post I told that “Most of the girls are good looking and beautiful. It’s only a few that catch your eye.” And the gal who caught my eye is the one I am referring to in the title. “She” who shall not be named. No, this time you are not even going to get the first letters of her name. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She" who shall not be named is not a head turner, nor she is very cute, nor is she the most beautiful gal in Kanbay, nor is she the most beautiful gal I have ever seen &lt;em&gt;(Whoz the most beautiful gal I have seen??.....Wait for another blog…hahahahah)&lt;/em&gt;. Yet she is very attractive. There is some kinda aura about her that’s really attractive. I am still trying to figure out what it is? She looks absolutely stunning in Formals though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a routine Wednesday till she stepped into my workspace. The already luminous workspace sort of lit up even more. My Life was beginning to look rosy again! Okay Okay I will stop exaggerating now…hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I saw her in the cafeteria when Vivek and I just entered into the cafeteria. She was having her Lunch with a chap. Had the chap been a little good looking I would have been heartbroken! Heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[We were in queue waiting to serve ourselves some food]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; Mast hain Ladki Beautiful Gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I though he was referring to another gal)&lt;/em&gt;…Where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; In the garden seat on the right the gal in the White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Hmm…So he is also observing She_Who_Shall_Not_be_Named)&lt;/em&gt; She works in my workspace and she is the gal I was referring to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; Sahi hain yaar….Patta le usko Too good....Why don't you try for this babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(hmmm…Yeah I desperately want to but don’t know how to proceed..hehehe)&lt;/em&gt; Yeah I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[We sat at a seat that was far away from her seat, but gave us a good vision of the babe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty good man...Do Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (After a deep breath) Hmmm...Its not that simple. We need to decide on a strategy, a well planned napolean like plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; Whoz the guy who is sitting beside her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Did anyother guy join She_Who_Shall_Not_be_Named???)&lt;/em&gt; Yeah he is her colleague I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Annoyed) How can I be sure? Do u really think he can be his boyfriend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivek:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm….Ya Usko uthna scene nahi hain Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Making Merry inside that even vivek thinks that the guy is not her BF)&lt;/em&gt; Chal topic change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It applies to all you readers also…..Chalo Topic Change….heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't ask me abt She_Who_Shall_Not_be_Named :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Hyderabad here I come.....Missing She_Who_Shall_Not_be_Named :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Hum Tum &lt;em&gt;(Translating into english...U and I)&lt;/em&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/16455593-115072871455734365?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115072871455734365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115072871455734365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115072871455734365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115072871455734365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-who-shall-not-be-named.html' title='&quot;She&quot; who shall not be named'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-115072475895141239</id><published>2006-06-01T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:24:59.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kanbay Pune Rocks!! - On the foot steps of P&amp; R</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;“Good looking gals in Office, You must be kidding me!! Sigh” This would have been my reply if someone asked me about the gals in my office in Hyderabad. Except for the “R*****” there is no one else interesting in Hyderabad campus. No really out of the 1000 odd employees only she was the most interesting candidate. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a line from college, “The Gals in other colleges always seem to be better”. I all through my college days had accepted it. Till about a month ago, I was ready to extended this phenomenon applies to offices also. Had I not come to Pune I surely would have extended this phenomena to Offices. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanbay, Pune rocks. It truly rocks. Life in Office now looks better than even before. As always all the positives must have a few negatives. And the biggest negative in Pune is that People work a lot more than they do in Hyderabad. But the positives truly over shadow the negatives by a huge margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though most of the girls are good looking and beautiful. It’s only a few that catch your eye. This time it was not the gals but it was two ladies who caught my eye. Pallavi &amp; Roma. Both of them might in their higher twenties. Roma is a Business Analyst and Pallavi is in the User Experience group. It’s difficult not to fall in love with them once you hear them speak. The voice, language, beauty, brains, attitude, body language - the most appropriate word for them would be “Astonishing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we study about companies, their histories, the people who run them, we can discover that most of them who make it to the top get there on someone else’s coat-tail. I believe that we should select someone in the organization &lt;em&gt;(even though we might not stay in the company for a life time)&lt;/em&gt;- a little higher up, not very aged – who is en route to the top ahead of us. Pallavi &amp;amp; Roma seems to be the right people as of now, especially when I am aspiring to have a career as a Business Analyist. If I have to put my money on one of them, then it would be Roma&lt;em&gt;(She being a BA made my decision easier)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Now you can say that professionally I have chosen to follow the foot steps of Two Women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Lakshya to har hal main pana hain - Lakshya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Thought Process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-115072475895141239?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115072475895141239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=115072475895141239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115072475895141239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/115072475895141239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/06/kanbay-pune-rocks-on-foot-steps-of-p-r.html' title='Kanbay Pune Rocks!! - On the foot steps of P&amp; R'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114908248475134175</id><published>2006-05-24T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arjun Singh, No more than a Diplomatic Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The interview was conducted by Mr Karan Thapar for his program Devil's Advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounds no more than a Diplomatic Fool. I have put in my comments in the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Add your comments too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether the person I am talking to, the person I am working with, the person I am sitting with is an OBC or an SC. And I don’t bother to find out also. This is because all of them move around in the campus with their collars raised high with respect as they have come into the Organization because of their merit and not because of Reservations. The Government by enforcing Reservations into Higher education and Private sector will only make life miserable for OBCs/SCs. The British divided the country on the basis of Religion and our politicians are dividing it on the basis of Caste for Votes. The Students and the Private Sector should fight against it now.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the people would accept that steps are necessary to help the OBCs gain greater access to higher education. The real question is - Why do you believe that reservations is the best way of doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't like to say much more on this because these are decisions that are taken not by individuals alone. And in this case, the entire Parliament of this country - almost with rare anonymity - has decided to take this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“I wouldn't like to say much more on this….” What the F*** is this answer??? He being the HRD Minister should be answerable to all the Indian, if he can’t he should quit the ministry. He should quit anyways. I think he is the most incompetent and the dumb minister we have had lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Except that Parliament is not infallible. In the Emergency, when it amended the Constitution, it was clearly wrong; it had to reverse its own amendments. So, the question arises - Why does Parliament believe that the reservation is the right way of helping the OBCs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Nobody is infallible. But Parliament is Supreme and atleast I, as a Member of Parliament, cannot but accept the supremacy of Parliament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who says parliament is supreme? How can a building which holds more than 300 people with criminal records be supreme? You Jug head, I pay your salary so you should consider me supreme and not the Parliament (which has 300 criminals)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; No doubt Parliament is supreme, but the constitutional amendment that gives you your authorities actually un-enabling amendment, it is not a compulsory requirement. Secondly, the language of the amendment does not talk about reservations, the language talks about any provision by law for advancement of socially and educationally backward classes. So, you could have chosen anything other than reservations, why reservations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Because as I said, that was the 'will and desire of the Parliament'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I think all the male MP’s in the Parliament have the ‘will and desire’ to have sex with Aishwarya Rai. Let me try and put the answer in you’re the context of your answer “Having sex with Aishwarya Rai the Will and Desire of the Parliament, I, Arjun Singh cannot help but have sex with her”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you personally also, as Minister of Human Resource Development, believe that a reservation is the right and proper way to help the OBCs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Certainly, that is one of the most important ways to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Most important way!!!!! We the people of India would like to hear the other less important ideas you discussed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; The right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Also the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; In which case, let’s ask a few basic questions; we are talking about the reservations for the OBCs in particular. Do you know what percentage of the Indian population is OBC? Mandal puts it at 52 per cent, the National Sample Survey Organisation at 32 per cent, the National Family and Health Survey at 29.8 per cent, which is the correct figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I think that should be decided by people who are more knowledgeable. But the point is that the OBCs form a fairly sizeable percentage of our population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Knowingly or unknowingly Mr. Arjun Singh has accepted that he is not knowledgeable. Then what the hell is he doing in the Parliament? And more importantly what the hell is he doing in the Cabinet? And why the hell should the country accept the goosey reservation bill tabled by a feebleminded and ignorant person like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“The OBCs form a fairly sizeable percentage of our population” Doesn’t the General category form a sizeable population. If we go by the figures presented by NSSO (government appointed body) figures more than 60% of people are in General category. Even a sixth standard boy would say that you have got the Ratio and Proportion wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; No doubt, but the reason why it is important to know 'what percentage' they form is that if you are going to have reservations for them, then you must know what percentage of the population they are, otherwise you don't know whether they are already adequately catered in higher educational institutions or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; That is OBVIOUS - they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; OBVIOUS because it is something which we all see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“OBVIOUS” The Obvious in the small alphabets is not the same as the OBVIOUS in capital letters. He just told OBVIOUSLY so obviously. Let me say even more obvious statements, which atleast 95% Indian will agree to.&lt;br /&gt;1) “All the politicians in the Parliament are Corrupt”….It’s Obvious…..We will hang them all&lt;br /&gt;2) “The illegal assets of all the politicians in India would be more than 50,000 Crores”…..It’s Obvious….Lets just use them to develop economically backward people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Except for the fact that the NSSO, which is a government appointed body, has actually in its research in 1999 - which is the most latest research shown - that 23.5 per cent of all university seats are already with the OBCs. And that is just 8.5 per cent less than what the NSSO believes is the OBC share of the population. So, for a difference of 8 per cent, would reservations be the right way of making up the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't like to go behind all this because, as I said, Parliament has taken a view and it has taken a decision, I am a servant of Parliament and I will only implement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;How crazy answer is this? “Parliament has taken a view and it has taken a decision”. What does this answer imply to me? He is sounding so confident because no one from congress is going to vote against the Bill. No one from the Left is going to vote against the Bill. So the Bill will be passed. The complete congress party has come down to vote bank politics and so did the other political parties. And today my respect for the new generation leaders (Jyothiradithya Scindia, Milind Doera, Navin Jindal, Sachin Pillot) of the congress is lost.&lt;br /&gt;“I am a servant of Parliament and I will only implement” Some one people send a word across to this chicken-hearted moron that He is the Servant of the People of India and not the Parlimanet. If he feels that he is a servant of Parliament he should take a broomstick and a duster and clean the Parliament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely, Parliament has taken a view, I grant it. But what people question is the simple fact - Is there a need for reservations? If you don't know what percentage of the country is OBC, and if furthermore, the NSSO is correct in pointing out that already 23.5 per cent of the college seats are with the OBC, then you don't have a case in terms of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; College seats, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Being a HRD minister this was the most ridiculous answer anyone could give. This man is completely clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; According to the NSSO - which is a government appointed body - 23.5 per cent of the college seats are already with the OBCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you mean by college seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; University seats, seats of higher education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I don't know I have not come across that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“I have not come across that far” Now this is even more nonsensical and a pathetic answer. It’s a Bill for Reservations for OBCs in Higher Education and he hasn’t come across it??? Ridiculous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; So, when critics say to you that you don't have a case for reservation in terms of need, what do you say to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I have said what I had to say and the point is that that is not an issue for us to now debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I stay in a Democratic Country my dear and My Country has given me the Fundamental right to Speech. Along with this right comes my right to debate. We are going to debate about it till Government withdraws the bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;............................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Propriety does not allow you to share with the people who are protesting on the streets what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think that that can happen all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; But there are people who feel that their lives and their futures are at stake and they are undertaking fasts until death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; It is being hyped up, I don't want to go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have no sympathy for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I have every sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; But you say it is being hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, it is hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; The CPM says that if the reservations for the OBCs are to happen, then what is called the creamy layer should be excluded. How do you react to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; The creamy layer issue has already been taken care of by the Supreme Court.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn’t been taken care by the Supreme Court you dullard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; That was vis -a-vis jobs in employment, what about at the university level, should they be excluded there as well because you are suggesting that the answer is yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; That could be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; It could be possible that the creamy layer is excluded from reservations for OBCs in higher education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; It could be, but I don't know whether it would happen actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Many people say that if reservations for OBCs in higher education happen, then the children of beneficiaries should not be entitled to claim the same benefit.&lt;br /&gt;This is the best solution to put an end to Reservations at least a couple of decades from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; So that there is always a shrinking base and the rate doesn't proliferate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think that that is a very logical way of looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Is that not acceptable to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; No, it is not the logical way of looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The replies from Arjun Singh are with a complete illogical. He doesn’t want to here to better solutions. This surely shows that he is concerned about the vote bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; So, with the possible exception of the creamy layer exclusion, reservation for OBCs in higher education will be almost identical to the existing reservations for SC/STs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Except for the percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Except for the percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; So, in every other way, they will be identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, in every other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr Arjun Singh, on the 5th of April when you first indicated that the Government was considering reservation for OBCs in higher education, was the Prime Minister in agreement that this was the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I think, there is a very motivated propaganda is on this issue. Providing reservation to OBCs was in the public domain right from December 2005, when Parliament passed the enabling resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Quite true. But had the Prime Minister specifically agreed on or before 5th of April to the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I am telling you it was already there. A whole Act was made, the Constitution was amended and the Prime Minister was fully aware of what this is going to mean. Actually, he had a meeting in which OBC leaders were called to convince them that this would give them the desired advantage. And they should, therefore, support this resolution. And at that meeting, he himself talked to them. Now, how do you say that he was unaware?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“OBC Leaders” – Now we are classifying our leaders with respect to caste in Parliament. As per my knowledge a Leader should represent all the people of his constituency and not a particular section of people. Indian politics is at a very pathetic state.&lt;br /&gt;Why where the OBC leaders called to meet the Prime Minister??? It is the general category which is getting affected and not the OBC’s. If anything this Issue must have been discussed with the people representing the General Category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; But were you at all aware that the Prime Minister might be in agreement with what was about to happen but might not wish it disclosed publicly at that point of time? Were you aware of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; It was already there in public domain, that's what I am trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Then answer this to me. Why are members of the PMO telling journalists that Prime Minister was not consulted and that you jumped the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I don't know which member of the PMO you are talking about unless you name him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Is there a conspiracy to make you the fall guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I don't know whether there is one or there is not. But fall guys are not made in this way. And I am only doing what was manifestly clear to every one, was cleared by the party and the Prime Minister. There is no question of any personal agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; They say that, in fact, you brought up this issue to embarrass the Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Why should I embarrass the Prime Minister? I am with him. I am part of his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; They say that you have a lingering, forgive the word, jealousy because Sonia Gandhi chose Manmohan Singh and not you as Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, that is canard which is below contempt. Only that person can say this who doesn't know what kind of respect and regard I hold for Sonia Gandhi. She is the leader. Whatever she decides is acceptable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Read into this Answer. No were in the answer did he talk about Man Mohan Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; They also say that you brought this issue up because you felt that the Prime Minister had been eating into your portfolio. Part of it had gone to Renuka Chaudhury and, in fact, your new deputy minister Purandar Sridevi had taken over certain parts. This was your way of getting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; No one was taking over any part. This is a decision which the Prime Minister makes as to who has to have what portfolio. And he asked Mrs Renuka Devi to take it and he cleared it with me first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; So there is no animus on your part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; They say that you did this because you resented the Prime Minister's popular image in the country, that this was your way of embroiling him in a dispute that will make him look not like a modern reformer but like an old-fashioned, family-hold politician instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, the Tammany Hall political stage is over&gt; He is our Prime Minister and every decision he has taken is in the full consent with his Cabinet and I don't think there can be any blame on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; One, then, last quick question. Do you think this is an issue, which is a sensitive issue, where everyone knew there would have been passions and emotions that would have aroused has been handled as effectively as it should have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I have not done anything on it. I have not sort of what you call jumped the gun. If this is an issue, which is sensitive, everyone has to treat it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Karan Thapar: But your conscience as HRD Minister is clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; There is nothing that you could have done to make it easier for the young students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I am prepared to do anything that can be done. And it is being attempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; For seven weeks, they have been protesting in the hot sun. No minister has gone there to appease them, to alley their concerns, to express sympathy for them. Have politicians let the young people of India down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I myself called them. They all came in this very room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; But you are the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; You are accusing me only. No one else is being accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No he is feeling bad that only he is being cornered. Might be he is true. We should target more important people like the Man Mohan Singh, Sonia Gandhi etc and ignore these completely clueless double faced chicken hearted morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; What about the Government of India? Has the Government of India failed to respond adequately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; From the Government of India also, the Defence Minister met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; Only recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; That is something because everyone was busy with the elections.&lt;br /&gt;Now he speaks, The Elections are more important than the concerns of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; For seven weeks no one met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; No, but we are very concerned. Certainly, all of us resent the kind of force that was used. I condemned it the very first day it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan Thapar:&lt;/strong&gt; All right, Mr Arjun Singh. We have reached the end of this interview. Thank you very much for speaking on the subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Annoyed to say the least. Ready to repeat Rang De Basanti in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Khon Chala - Rang de Basanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-114908248475134175?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114908248475134175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114908248475134175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114908248475134175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114908248475134175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/05/arjun-singh-no-more-than-diplomatic.html' title='Arjun Singh, No more than a Diplomatic Fool'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114914620450651346</id><published>2006-05-05T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:02.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Dharshan - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Last weekend I went to Mumbai. Yes, 'Mumbai', the name itself draws a lot of excitement isn't it? The Financial capital of India, the Fashion Capital of India, the Film Capital of India and what not. Shiva's one call was enough for me to board a bus to Mumbai. I boarded the Bus at Chinchwad at 10:00 AM. I didn't have any idea the journey time. The Bus was not even half full. As always they were no GALS in the BUS I traveled in. At 10:00 AM the driver blew the horn and I was off to Mumbai. I had always heard about the Pune - Mumbai Express highway but never really saw it. This sort of doubled the excitement of the trip. The journey through the Express highway was awesome. The road through the Panoramic Western Ghats and the Road through the Tunnels, the high raised road through the small towns was a treat to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I reached Vashi, Navi Mumbai at 12:20 PM and gave a ring to Shiva. Shiva told me to stay in Center One Mall which was very close by. After roaming around the Mall for 15 Mins, Shive came to pick me up. It was nice to see him after a long time, nearly 6 months. Then we had Lunch and went to his Apartment. After gossiping for at least two hours, we planned to go on Mumbai Dharshan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vashi Railway station at 4 PM. This was the first time I was going to board a Local train in Mumbai. There was a huge line near the ticket counter. After waiting in the line for 5 Minutes it was our turn and Shiva said, “Two Tickets to VT". We took the tickets and headed towards the platform. I must admit that this is one of the best stations in India. The Train finally arrived and we got into the train. The train was very crowded. My estimate would be that they were more than 500 people in that compartment. There was hardly any place in that train. We boarded more than 15 trains that day. None as crowded as this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to VT we took a taxi to Gateway of India. After clicking a few snaps we went back to VT to board a train to Malad. We went into the In-Orbit mall to check out the crowd. As it was a Sunday, It was very crowded. After some babe watching we decided to do some shopping. I saw a cell, Nokia 6280, it was Awesome, and I really liked it. It was priced at Rs. 16,000+ but decided not to but it. Then again we returned back to babe watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Babe 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva: The Gal there in the black kurtha and jeans is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah she is…..But she is not single I guess…there is a boy beside her&lt;br /&gt;Shiva: It’s her Brother buddy…lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Babe 2:&lt;/strong&gt; A babe walked past us in the opposite direction….Not that interesting though…..But her T-Shirt surely was. She was wearing an Orange T-Shirt with ‘Fabulous’ written on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fabulous!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shiva: Yeah truly Fabulous….lol&lt;br /&gt;We came across this gal many times in the mall, may be she was as bewarse as we were. And every time our dialogues repeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Babe 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Gal was sitting on the steps near the exit. She was wearing a White shirt and a Jean Short Skirt….She was really really beautiful. Before Shiva and Me could discuss more about the gal…The gal got into an Auto and left…hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep writing about all the interesting gals I saw in Mumbai, some one is going to report my blog for offensive content and Google will delete my blog…hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into an Auto and went to Malad Station again. We decided to meet bhavani and boarded the train to Borivalli. After getting down in Borivalli we took an Auto to Bhavani’s Place. We stopped at a land mark and called her up. She was having her dinner so we with out wasting any time called up Vinod Bhai and gave him the complete update of all the things that we did on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Bhavani came and took her to the place were she stayed. Wow man she stays in Raheja Homes. We sat in the garden amidst high raised apartments. This gal dint change at all. She is still the looks the same, dresses the same and talks the same. Come on man, staying away from home gals would like to try a few things….get a bit wild and do things which they normally wouldn’t do when they are at home. Weird Hair styles, Make ups, Pubs etc. Not Bhavani though. We talked for about an hour and bid adios to Bhavani and were back to the Life line of Mumbai, ‘The local Trains’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed 3 trains and finally got down in Navi Mumbai at 1:40AM. Then we took an Auto and went home by 2 AM. One of the most tiresome days of my life has come to an end….So many events happended….I moved into a flat in Pune…I boarded a Bus to Mumbai….Found Shiva in Mumbai….Boarded more than 20 local trains….at least 10 autos …..Walked more than 8 Kms……Finally falling asleep at 2:30 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; RHTDM - Mumbhiaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-114914620450651346?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114914620450651346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114914620450651346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114914620450651346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114914620450651346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/05/mumbai-dharshan-day-1.html' title='Mumbai Dharshan - Day 1'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114914595269483066</id><published>2006-03-27T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOOOAAAH - Day 2 (North Goa - Baga Beach)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Everyone was up and ready by 10 AM, and you have no idea how big an achievement this is. This might look like a ridicule to align reader. But all my friends will surely agree with me on this. Seriously, it was a big, big achievement. We packed our language and checked out from the Hotel. While loading the luggage in the car trunk I injured my hand. A sharp edge in the trunk cut into my left hand thumb. As it was a pretty deep cut we went to a doctor for TT injection. We went to a clinic near the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the clinic. There was no one in the waiting room so we walked into the doc’s room. The doc was a solidly built middle aged man with tidy and neatly trimmed hair. After examining my finger he injected a TT injection on my left arm. As usual we never miss a photo moment, so Sumit clicked a few snaps in the hospital and the we went to Kamat Hotel (probably the cheapest hotel in India) to have our breakfast. And guess what we made a bill of around 400 Bugs. No we didn’t pay the bill of other tables. Just the 5 of us made a bill of 400 bugs…..heheheheh. I told myself, “This can happen only with us”. Taking the car out of the parking Lot was not as woeful as it was while parking the car in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set the wheels rolling and after 30 Minutes we were in North Goa. It was completely different from Panaji. It had small roads, lots of small churches and Portuguese homes. We decided to go to Aguda Fort (The DCH fort) first. This is not the first time I have been there, but this time being there with friends had an aura of its own. Walking through the High raised walls of the fort located at the most exotic location was awesome. We clicked lots of Photos. Now it was time to find a hotel for ourselves. So we went on a Hotel hunt. We went to the Taj Excortica, as we dint find it impressive we though of finding a hotel near Baga beach. Soon we reached Baga and looked into a couple of hotels. They were not that great. So I and Sujeet wondered onto the beach. Wow!!!!, My Eyes Popped out and My tongue struck out. There were Topless babes all around. Yes, U have read it right……”TOPLESS”…..With our eyes darted to the beautiful topless babes around me us. We completely forgot about the Gang and what they were upto. So we ran back to the car and we found it locked. Even those guys were on the beach watching topless babes. After taking all the beach stuff we got ourselves the Beach chair. Lying back on the Beach chairs we enjoyed the Beauty. Now I will just say it as Beauty. It’s up to you to decide the type of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Hours passed by and we were tired out the Middle aged Foreign crowd around us. Soon 2 gals into there mid twenties came and took the beach chairs in front of us. HOT, AWESOME, STUNNING!!! Do I need to write more…..Okay…..SEXY….hehhehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being on the beach for more than 6 Hrs we finally made a move at 6:30. Our Hotel quest which was pending since morning started again. After walking in and out of at least 10 Hotels we finally decided on a Hotel. It was expensive but we did not have the mood to search for more hotels and more over it had swimming pool and billiards. We dumped our luggage took bath and again went to calungate beach. We had a dinner at a beach side restaurant. Then we went back to the hotel and bang into the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Rapturous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music&lt;/strong&gt;: Its my Life, Stop F***ing Me - Dr. Alba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-114914595269483066?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114914595269483066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114914595269483066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114914595269483066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114914595269483066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/goooaaah-day-2-north-goa-baga-beach.html' title='GOOOAAAH - Day 2 (North Goa - Baga Beach)'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114690824049675029</id><published>2006-03-23T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOOOAAAH - Day 1 (South Goa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Bus reached Goa at 11:00 AM. We got into a taxi and told him to take us to a nice resort in South Goa. He showed us some deserted resorted, which we didn’t like and we decided to stay in Panaji for the day. We checked into hotel ‘La Palacio de Goa’. After checking into the hotel Swapan and I went to get a car on rent. We went to a broker to take a car. This Damn broker gave us a lot of rough time during the end of the tour. We took a Hyundai Accent on rent by keeping my I-card with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we are going to go to South Goa today and finally set the wheels rolling at 1:00 PM. We went to Basilica of Bom Jesus in Old Goa (The relics of St. Francis Xavier were put in the church) and Chapel of St Catherine in Old Goa. I personally feel that Temples and Churches are not the places to visit during a Holiday. But these Churches were different. The architecture of these churches was awesome. We soon had our Lunch in a restaurant near the Church and went to visit a temple. We visited 2 temples the Shri Mangueshi Temple and I forgot the name of the other…heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this moment it didn’t look like a Goa trip to me. So finally we decided to go to the most famous part of Goa, the beaches. The beaches in south Goa are generally less famous then the beaches in the north. This meant that the south Goa beaches are generally less crowded. We went to the Colva beach at 4:30 PM. As soon as we entered the beach, the water sport guys accosted us and offered us various adventure sports. Initially we hesitated, but soon all of us agreed and we decided to do Para-Sailing and Banana Boat Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujeet and I decided to go first for Para-Sailing. Our guide, helped each of us suit up in our life jacket and harness. We were given the option of staying dry or getting a 'bit' wet and we chose the more adventurous option. We were hooked up to the ropes. Everything set and 3(we were walking)…2 (we were running)…1(feet off the ground)….We were in the air. Initially part of the flight was a bit flapping. Soon we found ourselves flying high above the ground. It was absolutely exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;High above the sea the views of the gorgeous Goa beaches were spectacular. Soon we set our hands free and enjoying the experience of flying in mid air. All of a sudden the rope started to slacken and we were going down. This was the more adventures part which we had emphatically opted for. Splash!!....We took a plunge in the sea and after 2 seconds we were up again. It was truly an awesome experience. Sumit and Ashish did it after us, and Swapan was recording all the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Para-Sailing we went on a Banana Boat ride. The Boat is in the shape of a Banana and we sat on that. This Boat is pulled into the water by a speed boat. Ideally after traveling for 200 meters he had to reverse the banana boat and we had to take a plunge into the water. But after traveling for 200 meters he his boat switched off, so he lost the momentum required to reverse the banana boat. The same happened when we were 400 Meters away from the beach. After traveling for 600 meters away from the beach he finally threw us into the water by reversing the banana boat. After I fell into the water someone’s leg hit my head and I went even deeper into the water. My Heart stopped for a moment. And inside the water again someone’s leg hit my leg, and I thought it was a Shark. I was horrified. Had I not had the life jacket I wouldn’t have come out. Finally after coming to the top of the water it was a heaven like feeling. All of us finally got onto the boat and he did the same thing again when we were going back to the beach, but this time we were better prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and sat in the beach side hotel. We then saw the sun set and then started our journey back to Panaji at 7:00PM. We reached on time to take the last boat of the day on the Mandovi River. The activates on the Deck were a bit boring so we decided to check out the disco in the under deck. We paid 250 Bugs and we went into the Disco. It was completely empty, absolutely no one in the Disco. We told each other that it’s our personalized disco and danced to the DJ tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Dinner at 11:30 PM and went back to Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Jawani Diwani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Euphoric&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/16455593-114690824049675029?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114690824049675029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114690824049675029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114690824049675029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114690824049675029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/goooaaah-day-1-south-goa.html' title='GOOOAAAH - Day 1 (South Goa)'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114310729166607889</id><published>2006-03-23T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOAAAH – The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hurrrryyyyyyy.....After contemplating for more than 5 years, finally we went to Goa. This time we stridently decided that we will go at any cost no matter who comes and who doesn’t. We would not have gone even this time had we insisted on every one coming to Goa. We really missed you guys on the trip….Srini, Vamsi, Vinod, Prajakta, Rachana and all the people who are abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the Bus in the interiors of Old city. After loading our luggage into the trunk of the bus we all looked at each other. It was more a look of amazement than excitement that we finally are going to Goa. We finally got into the Bus and clicked a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/Picture%20032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Bus was full and we got going at 6:00PM. There were a few foreigner students also traveled with us. Chinese (I prefer using ‘Chinki’) gals and non-chinki guys. A chinki gal and a Non chinki guy sat together in the bus. Not sure whether they are really couples or not though. Two Chinki gals who did not have a non chinki guy with them sat in front of me. Sujeet, Ashish, Sumit and Swapan sat on the seat behind me. The yanaa gupta song ‘ Babooji ‘ was playing on the Televsion in the bus and the Chinki gal in front of me turned back and asked me, “Is this is Music Video”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “No it’s a Song from a Bollywood Film”&lt;br /&gt;Chinki: “Oooh…”&lt;br /&gt;[I think I confused her…..hehehhehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We watched Ek Ajnabi in the Bus ....Then Had dinner at a Dhaba...It was unhygenic...but we didn't rreally care as we were really hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Huff, enough about the people in the bus and the bus journey. I just can’t wait to write about the actual trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; When you sat nothing at all - Ronan keating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-114310729166607889?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114310729166607889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114310729166607889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310729166607889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310729166607889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/gooooaaah-journey.html' title='GOOOOAAAH – The Journey'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114310716688085179</id><published>2006-03-09T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Golconda and Gandipet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After the Graduation Day we went to Gandipet &amp; Golconda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Here are a few Snaps: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20128.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/Picture%20128.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/Picture%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/Picture%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/Picture%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20118.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/Picture%20118.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/Picture%20121.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/Picture%20121.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-114310716688085179?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114310716688085179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114310716688085179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310716688085179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310716688085179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/golconda-and-gandipet.html' title='Golconda and Gandipet'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114310513917695850</id><published>2006-03-08T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kanbay Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After all the Technical tests, the Database quizs and lots of assignments the Graduation day has finally arrived a day of Jubiliantion and relief. We have been waiting for this since the last 2 months. Its the first significant step for any fresher in Kanbay. All the assosiates in our batch showed up looking their best in their formals. Actually most of them were forced to come in formals as dress code for wednesday in Kanbay is western formals. The ceremony was held in the Business Intelligence floor(Salarjung) amidst all the BI Assosiates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here are some snaps from the Graduation day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Abhinav &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/400/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/400/Picture%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/400/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/400/Picture%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/400/Picture%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the greatest day of our young lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look back at what I've known for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the day we leave our past behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Now I am not listening to this song;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-114310513917695850?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114310513917695850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114310513917695850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310513917695850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310513917695850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/kanbay-graduation-day.html' title='Kanbay Graduation Day'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-114310708006664852</id><published>2006-03-06T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life @ Kanbay during Fresher Learning Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't posted much about Life at Kanbay. So here you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Life @ Kanaby during the FLP was pretty exciting and challenging. Generally the day began at 9 AM and we had a session till 1 PM, then we had lunch break from 1PM to 2 PM and then we used to have another session from 2 PM to 6 PM. Initially, In the month of January this was the daily routine, but not after January. The afternoon session would generally last till 8PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;During the FLP we had a lot of Masti. The Lunch times were spend in the recreation room. The Evenings were spend on the terrace. And if there was any competion in Kanbay on Instant PJ's the top 3 positions will be taken by the ppl in our Batch. In between all these we learned a few things in lot of subjects that were though to us. Our training program included.... Oracle, SQL Server, SQL Concepts, OLAP, Datawarehouse, MDX, Unix Scripting, DTS, SQL* Loader, JCL, Cobol, Business Objects and a lot more things I don't remember them now though....hehehehe&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/16455593-114310708006664852?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114310708006664852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=114310708006664852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310708006664852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/114310708006664852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-kanbay-during-fresher-learning.html' title='Life @ Kanbay during Fresher Learning Program'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113985717238363825</id><published>2006-02-14T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love would happen whenever it had to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;At some stage or the other in our lives we experience an emotion, which defies definition. It's a feeling that can only be felt and not described. A deluging all-embracing rejoice that comes saddled with its share of sadness. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing that in this era when we think that '&lt;em&gt;Time is Money&lt;/em&gt;' we even find time to indulge in matters of heart. But at the same time I wonder if we really understand its true depth. Love to some is a feeling, To Some Love is an emotion, for some Love is everything, and some say you have to experience Love to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What is Love?’&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;‘What is a Crush?’&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;‘Is Infatuation, love?’&lt;/em&gt; Questions like these must have been on everybody’s mind. I write today not to find an answer to all my questions but to attempt to find a peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in an all boys’ school I hardly had the opportunity to interact with members of the opposite gender. Many students in school had crushes on teachers. At that age I could never conceive the idea of having a crush on teachers. The whole idea of having a crush on a teacher looked absolutely bizarre to me. With persuasions like this I knew that the scope of having a crush in an all boys school was as trifling as finding an Igloo in the Sahara desert. Gossiping about the Rosary gals was still the closest thing that came to gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my 11th and 12th grade when I joined the junior college, I finally had a few gals in my class. A few of them were interesting enough, but junior colleges were not a great place to socialise for many reasons better unsaid. Generally the Eleventh and the Twelfth grade are considered as a career defining moments of our life, and I dint want to waste time behind gals (I know this sounds like a jape, but you got to accept this as it is my blog). This is not all. The primary concern of course was parental infuriation. Who would want to face paternal angst regarding the opposite gender? Not me. Perhaps then I felt that there was no real need of having a Girlfriend. I was content with my life and myself and never really felt a need for a Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The under graduation days were a bit more animated and vivified. The 16 years of frustration of not having a galfriend was ready to explode like a nuclear bomb. The feeling of being with gals was stronger than ever before. I made great Friends, Friends I am proud and privileged to have, and cherish deeply. We studied, we played, we partied, we lazed around, watching television, and we blazed the streets of Hyderabad. We were normal teenagers. With friends also come activities like teasing each other and the ‘pulling the leg’ stuff. It was awful to be cornered out and was awesome to be on the other side of the court with the junta. Who wants to be teased day in and day out about a gal? Not me. So most of us stayed away from the galfriend syndrome. Yes I had many friends who were gals, but galfriends? No way! They were to be avoided like plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one life and we must experience everything that can make us stronger. True love happens once in a lifetime. And we should not have become too tired by our frivolous flings that when it comes we aren’t able to receive it with open arms. Love would happen whenever it had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;To describe love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-113985717238363825?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113985717238363825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113985717238363825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113985717238363825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113985717238363825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-would-happen-whenever-it-had-to.html' title='Love would happen whenever it had to'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113949563462235092</id><published>2006-02-09T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:01.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kanbay Koffee Kups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;This is the first blog I am writing from office. Its been a long day at Office. Now don't misunderstand me. I was not working all day. It was all time pass since noon. We din't have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we got Kanbay Koffee Kups with a huge logo of Kanbay on it. Now who wants a Koffee Kup with a Kanbay logo on it. Had it been personalized it would have been a different matter. And this is not it, we will have to clean our soiled cups. Now this is even more ridiculous isn't it!. We will have atleast 10 cups of Koffee/Tea/Boost etc per day, Which means that we will have to watch the cups for more than 10 times per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a caption for my Cup: "This Mug can hold Coffee and piss off K*****"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-113949563462235092?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113949563462235092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113949563462235092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113949563462235092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113949563462235092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/02/kanbay-koffee-kups.html' title='Kanbay Koffee Kups'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113925218901944676</id><published>2006-02-05T23:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Legend beyond News Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I couldn't watch the test matches between India and Pakistan. But with the shear euphoria surrounding the India Pakistan matches I couldn't stop checking the score continuously on the net. I almost read the complete test match commentary even though I did not see it live. For me Indian Cricket revolve around one man - "Sachin Tendulkar". Ask any opponent player and they will say the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/St1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/St1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/St1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/St2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/200/St2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/St1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Today, Most of the news channels had this as the discussion topics “Is this the end of Sachin?”, "Should be given the same treatment as Ganguly?", "Should he quit?" and The Times of India ran a front-page article a few days back questioning whether the all-time great batsman was nearing the end of his illustrious career. “Endulkar?” blared a caption on a photograph of Tendulkar doubled over with his off-stump sent flying by Asif. It’s probably the first time that Indian media has gone against its super star batsman. Sachin failed in the three test match series in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people and the news channels that came up with this shit are cricket-ignorant insane maniacs. These are the people who want to be in the lime light all the time by hook or crook. And vacuous new channels like Star News are only concerned about the TRP ratings. The less I talk about these dumb new channels and the stupid people, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who actually watched him bat for his 40-odd runs in Karachi know that this man is not even near finished. There is a lot of cricket left in him. Each of his short innings featured at least a couple of rousing vintage Sachin shots, including the cover drive, the trademark flick, the splendid square cuts. He was self-assured and confident when at the crease, and looked relaxed. In the first innings at Karachi, it was an in-seaming delivery, and Sachin played down the wrong line, to be bowled. That was perhaps the only mistake he made in the whole innings. In the second innings the ball stayed low and could have happened to anyone, Tendulkar did cover the movement of the ball and played down on the right line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran Khans in his column in the Hindu dated 3rd Feb 2006 said “His vigil at the crease showed that Tendulkar is far from over. Few batsmen would have played with the assurance he showed after being hit on the helmet by Shoaib Akthar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Shashtri once said about Sachin," Don’t mess with class." As always Sachin Tendulkar's bat will do the talking. Watch out for a Sachin Damaka soon.....&lt;em&gt;Dinchak Dinchak Dinchak Din&lt;/em&gt;. And all these psychotic news channels will go ga ga over Sachin Tendulkar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; I am never going to watch dumb news channels like Star News again. Please don’t watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16455593-113925218901944676?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113925218901944676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113925218901944676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113925218901944676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113925218901944676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/02/legend-beyond-news-pictures.html' title='Legend beyond News Pictures'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113864291950234587</id><published>2006-01-30T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill,” said Gandhi as he began his great attack on colonialism and discrimination. This principle of peaceful resistance would not only lead a subcontinent to freedom, but would find echoes and followers in other countries and across decades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.theotherindia.org/icons/remembering-gandhi.html"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-113864291950234587?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113864291950234587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113864291950234587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113864291950234587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113864291950234587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/remembering-gandhi.html' title='Remembering Gandhi'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113854749678798572</id><published>2006-01-28T23:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.855+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rang de Basanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (As given to Indiatimes before the movies release)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young idealistic English filmmaker Sue (Allice Patten) comes to India to make a documentary drama on Bhagat Singh and his contemporaries during the freedom struggle. After failing to gather funds for the film, she decides to recruit the students from the Delhi University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds DJ (Aamir Khan) an ex-student who passed out five years back but still wants to be a part of the university because he doesn't think there's much out there in the world to look forward to. Aslam (Kunal Kapoor) is a middle class Muslim who lives in the by lanes near Jama Masjid and is poet, philosopher and guide to his friends. Sukhi (Sharman Joshi) is the group's baby, vulnerable and has a weakness for women. Laxman Pandey (Atul Kulkarni) is the fundamentalist in the group and Sonia (Soha Ali Khan) who is a tomboy and vivacious is engaged to (Madhavan) - a pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue's film makes DJ and his friends stop and stare at themselves for being the actual descendants of these great men and never recognising and celebrating their courage and spirit. This is where the story of &lt;em&gt;Rang de Basanti&lt;/em&gt; begins.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rang De Basanti&lt;/em&gt; is a courageous and a brave movie that dares to dream. It is a thought-provoking and soul-stirring movie for the youth of India. In fact it is a path-breaking concept, which is ingeniously executed. The Movie draws parallels between Indians ruled by the British and Indians ruled by corrupt politicians today. The message is subtle at first, but echoes piercingly before it reaches its finale. At the end of the movie it leaves the audience craving for more. A couple more scenes before the end of the movie would have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really takes &lt;em&gt;Rang de Basanti&lt;/em&gt; to another level completely is the acting. All the young actors along with Aamir Khan portrayed their characters effortlessly. The actors play off each other remarkably, making their scenes together a treat to watch. Acting really makes a movie special, &lt;em&gt;Black&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Iqbal&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rang de Basanti&lt;/em&gt; are the epitome of it. An icing on the cake is the music of the movie. When I first heard the music of the movie, I liked only one song. But after listening to the music in the movie I liked just about every song in the movie. In number the songs may be many, but they are really an integral part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suggestion&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Must Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Dialogue of the Movie&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kunal Kapoor:&lt;/em&gt; "Hum College main Kathe hain, pethe hain, magar aaj thak kisine padayi ka ilzam nahi lagaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aamir Khan:&lt;/em&gt; "Ek phire[leg] hain Past per aur ek phire hain Future per....Salla isiliye Present per Moth [piss] the hain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Song:&lt;/strong&gt; It is hard to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;Roobaroo, Patashala, Luka Chupi are my favorites&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/16455593-113854749678798572?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113854749678798572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113854749678798572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113854749678798572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113854749678798572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/rang-de-basanti_28.html' title='Rang de Basanti'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113830437557525057</id><published>2006-01-27T02:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Most Influential Brand!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;According to a report on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brandrepublic.com/login/index.cfm?fuseaction=Login&amp;resource=BR_News&amp;amp;articleType=news&amp;article=536976"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Brand Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the most Influential Brand in the world. The survey was conducted by Interbrand in 99 countries. It asked respondents which brand they felt had had the most impact on them in the year 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;, which went public in the summer of 2004, picked up more than 45% of votes, knocking Apple off the top global spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/logo-google.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been an amazing journey for google since 1995 to 2006. Google which started off as an Ph. d Project in 1995 lauched into the commercial market in 1998 by launching Google (beta) Search Engine. The beta tag was lifted in September, 1999. Google captured more than 70% of the world market in 2001. By 2003 it became a household name and went public in the summer of 2004. No surprise, that Google won this award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems that there's nothing Google doesn't offer anymore. You name it, and they have it. They started off as a great search engine. They weren't content with themselves for being the BEST. They expanded into various software domain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First it was &lt;strong&gt;Gmail&lt;/strong&gt;- which opened with much fanfare- offering an humungous amont of mail box space, 2+ GB and the whole gmail id by invite only added to the mystique of it. Now I call this the power of technology and youth .This forced Yahoo and MSN to increase their mail box space too. Gmail today is the fastest mailing services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, MSN and yahoo were still had Chat going for them. And then Google brought along &lt;strong&gt;Gtalk&lt;/strong&gt; - granted you can't use emoticons the way you can with MSN and Yahoo- you can't have interesting profiles like Yahoo- or send funny "knocks" and "Hallos" but you can send enormous attachments easily, and in less time, on Gtalk- and you can talk- I mean actually listen to another person's voice at the other end, clearly- without the sort of static that still bothers Yahoo's voice messaging for instance - when it comes to substance over form , google's got it any day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You name it they have it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google search engine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Life line of every software engineer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmail.com"&gt;Google Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Best Email Service provider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for blogging (Its my favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://froogle.google.com"&gt;Froogle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- the shopper's paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Google Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; for ardent readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/"&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/"&gt;Google video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the list goes on and on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had google not come along, we never could have realized the power of technology. There are still a lot of stuff in the labs. These guys are not running out of ideas anytime soon!..... Hey World watch out for GOOGLE. Best of Luck to Google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Chearful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Abhi Abhi [Hindi - Socha Na Tha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455593-113830437557525057?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113830437557525057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113830437557525057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113830437557525057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113830437557525057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/worlds-most-influential-brand.html' title='Worlds Most Influential Brand!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113829710948706329</id><published>2006-01-26T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Republic Day Special - Vande Mataram!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seems like Mani Rathnam’s Yuva is getting off the reels. Five IITians, all in their 20s, have decided to take up mainstream politics. The youths, based in Jodhpur, will be in the city to campaign for their nationalparty, “ Paritrana’’ , which was launched in Jodhpur on Friday. “Giving up handsome pay packages, comfort of family and support of friendswasn’t that easy,’’ says Tanmay Rajpurohit, the national president of the partyand B Tech in aerospace from IIT Bombay followed by an MS from GeorgiaTech anddouble masters in arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“But my inner voice told me that I should invest my efforts in my country rather than making my pockets heavier,’’ said Ajit Ashwalayan Shukla, vice president of the party.“People think we are crazy so much so that our families have also failed to understand our motto, but we won’t give up,’’ he added.The core team of “Paritrana’ ’ comprises Rajpurohit , Shukla, Amit Beesen, alsothe vice president and a B Tech (Mechanical) from IIT Bombay and a LLBgraduate, Chandrashekhar (national treasurer), B Tech (computer science) from IIT Kanpur, Bharat Sundaram, the PRO of the party and B Tech from IIT Kanpurand PhD in electronics from Melbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Paritrana means complete relief from the various causes of distress, and that is what we want to do for our people,’’ added Chandrashekhar. Low funds havenot discouraged them in their efforts of holding door-to-door campaigns inGujarat, Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan and parts of Maharashtra.“We strongly feel that the politicians of today are no longer the voice of the common man but instead they voice their own personal agendas through which theycan fetch maximum votes,’’ said Shukla. “We are not here for the power game. We are here to deal with the grassroot issues of each and every small village that we come across,’’ added Shukla. The zeal and burning desire of the five youngsters sounds sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I believethat we are just five ordinary boys from the middle class family with no godfathers in politics but have dared to come forward and fight for ourrights,’’ said Chandrashekhar. “And we will succeed in it,’’ he added.After the launch of the party at the Suchana Kendra in Jodhpur, the party members, as a part of their promotional campaign will tour Jodhpur, Udaipur, Ahmedabad, Mumbai, Pune, Bangalore and Chennai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courtesy: Indiatimes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Vande Mataram [Hindi]&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/16455593-113829710948706329?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113829710948706329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113829710948706329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113829710948706329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113829710948706329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/republic-day-special-vande-mataram.html' title='Republic Day Special - Vande Mataram!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113826915481443023</id><published>2006-01-24T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.571+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Bath???!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/1600/kareena.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/kareena.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across this Lux ad in Television. With chocolate smeared lustily on her body, Kareena endorses Lux - Chocolate. You have read it right.....Its &lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;. In the ad she informs the consumer that chocolate nourishes the skin!!!....Did u know it????.....I didn't know it till I saw this ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this ad, many questions made rounds in my mind. Questions like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who the targeted consumers of HLL (Lux - Chocolate in particular) are???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After contemplating about this I came up with this. With Kareena smeared in chocolate I would like to believe that the Targeted consumers are Guys and Urban Gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why Chocolate????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ad would make a lot more sense, had HLL come up with the taglines for Lux - Chocolate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You can bath and eat it too" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Eat while you bath"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Multi purpose" (Chocolate for Sexual activity)&lt;/strong&gt;....;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think, The product minus the lewd Kareena would have been a better gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Is it just me, or has kareena also put on a lot of flab waist-side??..;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Chalo Tumko Lekar Chalu [Hindi - Jism]&lt;br /&gt;[vaguely translating - Let me take you away]&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/16455593-113826915481443023?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113826915481443023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113826915481443023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113826915481443023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113826915481443023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/chocolate-bath.html' title='Chocolate Bath???!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113826809605848334</id><published>2006-01-21T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Promise you better in the days to come!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, yes, I know, blogging has been infrequent, and I haven't been my usual voraciously bloggacious self, but I promise you better in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I wanted to report and record every day of my life (Kanbay Training in particular). Today is a Saturday and I was in Office till 8 PM. I hope hope and hope that I get more &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;write&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Dheere Dheere Se [Hindi - Aashiqui]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pensive&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/16455593-113826809605848334?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113826809605848334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113826809605848334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113826809605848334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113826809605848334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/promise-you-better-in-days-to-come.html' title='Promise you better in the days to come!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113793991653770420</id><published>2006-01-18T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Topper Shash!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey I topped the SAS exam today...No surprise for me that most of you will be shocked....Cos, this was a shock for me tooo...But I did it... I know its a dumb test....I know that results don't matter anymore....But Still it looks good to top an exam.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having topped the exam I was contemplating as to when was the last time I topped an exam....And I got the answer......In my 11th Standard (Was the Topper for 5 consecutive exams) :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; SAS is a programming language (SAS - Statistical Analysis System) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Ghar se nikal te he (Hindi - Papa Kehte Hain)&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/16455593-113793991653770420?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113793991653770420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113793991653770420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113793991653770420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113793991653770420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/topper-shash.html' title='Topper Shash!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455593.post-113793923498659305</id><published>2006-01-05T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:00:00.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hila ke Rakde -- Shash Shock!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I had an assignment to do. The assignment was in RDBMS concepts. Guess What.....I did it!!!! Yes, you read it right.....I did the assignment. I wrote all the 10 answers and a few of my batch mates copied the assignment from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the Vasavians reading this will be in a state of shock initially....and then they will burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all Vasavians....Stop Laughing......I know that this does not suit me and I am going to be back to square one very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Apprehensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Kitni Bechain Hoke (Kasoor)&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/16455593-113793923498659305?l=shishirreddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113793923498659305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455593&amp;postID=113793923498659305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113793923498659305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455593/posts/default/113793923498659305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shishirreddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hila-ke-rakde-shash-shock.html' title='Hila ke Rakde -- Shash Shock!!!!!'/><author><name>Shishir Reddy Kunta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753700529076655526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1527/320/1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
