<?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-23744230</id><updated>2011-11-15T11:34:23.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maverick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-6259547158882932970</id><published>2008-05-18T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:36:39.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inner @ TOWN BUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topic might slightly be confusing, but this definitely is not the narration of my experience in a bus. What I am trying to refer is a new hotel named "TOWN BUS", that has started functioning in the busy Arcot Road, near Power house in Kodambakkam. Recently mom was with me in Chennai and felt it was the right time to experiment or rather try it out in this Hotel. Had initially looked this hotel from the outside (sure each passerby will at least stare at it once) while travelling there and was curious spending time there. The hotel by itself is modelled as a Town bus (17 D is the number they have mentioned) and hence the name. The entry just gives a feeling of entering into a city bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just the entry, but the sequence of the below happenings/experience there the other night sure made it a memorable dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The seats there were an exact replica of the recently released "Sohusu bus"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were few support-rests hanging at the roofing similar to the ones that help passengers travelling by standing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hotel servers came dressed up similar to that of a conductor with a typical conductor bag and a whistle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The windows well ensured that it gave us a feeing that we are inside a bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(See attached the corresponding pics below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWKAa3ZfVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kSGMd7Tnm9s/s1600-h/08052008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWKAa3ZfVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kSGMd7Tnm9s/s200/08052008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203216684312788306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWLFa3ZfWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UeoE1xtsmsw/s1600-h/08052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWLFa3ZfWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UeoE1xtsmsw/s200/08052008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217869723762018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWMGa3ZfYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WSQrl_uVwE4/s1600-h/04052008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWMGa3ZfYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WSQrl_uVwE4/s200/04052008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203218986415259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWLbK3ZfXI/AAAAAAAAAME/FcylPRNyDdo/s1600-h/04052008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWLbK3ZfXI/AAAAAAAAAME/FcylPRNyDdo/s200/04052008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203218243385916786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the above efforts that were majorly focused in justifying the customers of the name christened, the following factors were observed which shall sure make the new customer a repeat customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was a space, rather a room provided for customers to have their food in hanging chairs (similar to the hammock chairs) and within each family table, there was a hanging chair suited for a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordered for a dosa (as always to finish the proceedings), and was pleasantly surprised seeing a flower designed on it neatly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hygiene factor - the hotel was pretty decent and was clean, with all the servers neatly dressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWOva3ZfbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AGOGTdHPEok/s1600-h/04052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWOva3ZfbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AGOGTdHPEok/s200/04052008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203221889813151154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWPqa3ZfdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9qo9U12Vyww/s1600-h/04052008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWPqa3ZfdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9qo9U12Vyww/s200/04052008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203222903425433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWPUK3ZfcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dWbfMK3PM0s/s1600-h/08052008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWPUK3ZfcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dWbfMK3PM0s/s200/08052008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203222521173343682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon checking with the hotel inmates, was given to understand that this hotel is owned by a friend of lyricist Vairamuthu. The owner's father was a bus driver, and that apparently talks about the idea of this hotel by itself. Initially in this place, another hotel (Arya Bhavan) was functioning and the owner has bought it and brought about the TOWN BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all, a good place to hang out and have quality food; but a better place to admire the innovation and difference from the mundane hotels... Sure the repeat customers shall be propogaters ensuring new customers (the write up being no exception as well)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-6259547158882932970?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6259547158882932970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=6259547158882932970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6259547158882932970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6259547158882932970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2008/05/d-inner-town-bus-topic-might-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/SDWKAa3ZfVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kSGMd7Tnm9s/s72-c/08052008%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-7688667549258560819</id><published>2008-02-08T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:03:12.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very Funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently happened to buy a washing machine for my cousin and had to visit a few shops in connection to the same. It so happened that, in one of the shops (one of the biggest names in the state for home appliances; in the ads the owner comes up with a BIG smile, hope you guessed it) while we were brainstorming on the various models in IFB, Whirlpool, Samsung &amp;amp; LG, we were so-called guided by a reluctant Peter (supervisor) who with all fuss answered our queries quite reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the conversation Mr. Peter had an accent attached which was quite attempted, but again empathized the fact that his job demanded that. Then while we asked for a quote, he instantly prepared one and shared with us. Hilarious one. Not trying to make a mockery here, but thoroughly enjoyed going through it and hence clicked. Note, it is ration card and salary slip, that the superviosr tried mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/R60lgdWWLNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YunfvL0xoWQ/s1600-h/slary+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/R60lgdWWLNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YunfvL0xoWQ/s320/slary+sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164825587228224722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-7688667549258560819?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7688667549258560819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=7688667549258560819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/7688667549258560819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/7688667549258560819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-funny-recently-happened-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/R60lgdWWLNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YunfvL0xoWQ/s72-c/slary+sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-582650879371462901</id><published>2008-02-06T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:42:27.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Music '07 - My hot three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2007 had been pretty good, if not great for all music hungry ears. Quality scores from the likes of Yuvan, Vidyasagar, Harris &amp;amp; the young GV Prakash. The find of the year undoubtedly was GV Prakash. Not many might be aware of the fact that this chap was the kid who voiced the starting two lines of the yesteryear hit "Chikku bukku chikku bukku railu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a family that has a strong affiliation to music (relative of Rehman), his score in Veyil did raise a few eyebrows, eventually establishing him as a good music director; Then arrived his music releases of Kreedom, Oram Po &amp;amp; Pollathavan, which reinstated his stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my pick &lt;/span&gt;(quite subjective) among a few real good tunes composed in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The entire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pachaikili muthucharam" &lt;/span&gt;album - did no harm to the reputation of the Gowtham Menon / Harris combo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chennai 600028"&lt;/span&gt; - Yuvan at his very best; the hard core dappanguthu "Saroja Saamanikalo", the romantic "Yaaro" &amp;amp; also the rythmic unconventional "Natpukkulle", all encapsulated in a single album.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Satham podathe"&lt;/span&gt; - Vasanth (alongside with Kathir) is one director, whom I feel have always given quality music, apart from movie making. This movie is no exception. Pesukiren and Intha Kaathal were real hits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Paruthiveeran"&lt;/span&gt; - Yuvan again stealt the show especially in the BGM; He also ensured after a long time, the traditional / cultural folk songs hitting the blockbuster. A special mention here to "Oororam pulia maram", my personal favorite from the movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mozhi"&lt;/span&gt; - Vidhyasagar did play a pivotal role in the reach of this movie across masses. The BGM was particularly appropriate &amp;amp; nice melodies in the form of "Kaatrin Mozhi" &amp;amp; "Kannaal pesum" added the right balance to this wonderful movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The aforesaid were all my favorite musical albums of the year 2007. But the best three among all songs composed last year, that were my personal hot favorites, are the ones below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 "O Intha Kaathal ennum bootham vanthu yen" from Satham Podathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bronze medal is not just for the lovely, lively music, but also for having unearthed the dance material in Prithviraj (have never seen him dance like this before), for the way in which the song was picturised, for the choreography, for the efforts put in by Adnan Saami (fantastic pronounciation) and for the amazing camera work. Special appreciation to the men in white as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 "Akkam pakkam yaarumilla" from Kreedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would nominate this as the melody of the year!! Apart from the wonderful music composed, one single aspect that stands out in this song is the editing. Antony's yet another crisp editing. Then the location.. Where on earth did they find this place? Last but never the least, the lyrics. Na. Muthukumar at his own very best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 "Arabu Naade" from Thottaal Poo malarum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was unusually attracted hearing this song first time in radio while travelling back home from office. The next time, upon seeing this song in TV fell in love effortlessly. Yuvan has this uncanny knack of unearthing hits from simple beats and rhythms. Two strong reasons for having awarded this song the gold medal are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haricharan's mesmerising voice (especially when he utters "solluthae" in desperation in the saranam)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The heroine (her eyes and the reactions) - swear have not seen her face and do not kow what her name is till now. But amazing reactions, of course, overshadowing Shakthi's genuine attempt to steal the show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Overall, year 2007 has definitely been a good treat for all ardent music lovers. Take this as an opportunity to say a BIG thanks to all the music directors for having enlightened, mesmerised, entertained &amp;amp; most importantly for having acted as a pressure gauge frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-582650879371462901?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/582650879371462901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=582650879371462901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/582650879371462901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/582650879371462901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-07-my-hot-three-year-2007-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-2395273718693163760</id><published>2007-12-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:30:44.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 Angry Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a review (though would love to) on the Henry Fonda starrer "12 Angry Men" which came in the late 50s and which is being studied, interpreted and argued till date across management institutes and organizations. This is altogether a different story, wherein a group of people got their hands together just against a single &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;. The reason is touched on course of this pulambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another uneventful travel to the office in the morning hours, when the very feeling came to a sudden halt on account to a senseless two wheeler who just shifted moods and of course with the slightest of indication changed directions. Imagine, in the busy Velachery road, just in front a school, a two-wheeler, with no indication taking a U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No better than a collision, resulting even in casualities might have happened, but for my bus driver's quick thinking and evasive action, that refrained from any such collision or injury. But of course the bike's tyre was hit slightly by the bus, resulting in the person to loose balance and he fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On account to courtesy, our bus driver brought our bus to a halt to check if the bike wallah is fine. That's it. Another passerby brought his bike and parked it infront of our bus and started abusing our bus driver. In less than 2 minutes or so, another half a dozen have invited themselves to the party, surrounded the bus and started using all possible filthy languages, asking the driver to get down. For sure, had the driver got down at that point of time, he would have been beated up brutally for no fault of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those who have surrounded the bus were "passers by" and were never the "witnesses" of what had happened. I have witnessed what has exactly happened and there was absolutely no fault with the bus driver. In fact, he should have been credited for the very fact that he managed to avoid a collision, unearthed by the two-wheeler wallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver denied getting down and locked all the doors for those miscreants to enter in. The abuse now started against all the incumbents of the bus, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being we were a part of the IT industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few conversations and happenings in course of this stray incident.&lt;br /&gt;* The group unanimously found fault with the driver and were continuously saying this "IT company na enna komba mulachirku??"&lt;br /&gt;* Soon the police came to the scene, much to the relief of us.&lt;br /&gt;* But no sooner than later, the cops asked the driver to get down, in their own terms and language.&lt;br /&gt;* A senior official came in an Accent and asked the bus driver to kneel down in front of the entire crowd.&lt;br /&gt;* Again that official used the same phrase "IT company na ena peria komba mulachirukku?" He added up, saying "I want to teach a lesson to you guys this time."&lt;br /&gt;* Finally we had to catch another bus and had to go late to office that day. Was given to understand that the bus driver was reprimanded that day and eventually was chucked out from service for no fault of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be one of the incidents which clearly depicts the hatred the general public has towards the IT companies. This repugnance might be attributed to various reasons, but one major reason that I could relate to their aversion towards the industry is because they perceive that only because of the IT guys, the rates in the real estates, rents and properties have sky rocketed and the Chennai living standard has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are only IT guys responsible for this? Today the living and the earning standard of any given individual on comparison with the IT professionals might be at par is what is my stand on this. But the myth is that only the IT companies play the spoilsport and hence the aversion shifts towards the entire lot of IT professionals. Being in the industry doesn't call for this generalisation, aversion or stereotyping. Wish the general public understands this at the earliest. A snap taken while the mob surrounded us and tried entering into our bus. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Antha kalavarathilayum oru kizhukizhuppu"&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/R1uBRzRnESI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0DziDNmIfp0/s1600-h/25102007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/R1uBRzRnESI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0DziDNmIfp0/s320/25102007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141845542395384098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-2395273718693163760?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2395273718693163760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=2395273718693163760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2395273718693163760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2395273718693163760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-angry-men-this-is-not-review-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/R1uBRzRnESI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0DziDNmIfp0/s72-c/25102007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-2316444102157911042</id><published>2007-10-12T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:36:29.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been my inspiration for a lotsa actions, behaviors and attitudes of mine. One such thing that I had always admired and envied in my dad is his hand-writing. When a few say I have a decent writing style, I always contradict with them; the very reason being it could hardly be compared even somewhere near to "decent or stylish" when compared to that of my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His strength is his style and also the way in which he manages to pen down those stlyish strokes so very effortlessly. A fast writer, who at the sametime strictly adheres to the indents, parallelism and symmetry in writing. I have always proudly displayed my dad's hand-writing to whoever possible and whenever possible, this blog being no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RxBmYurjrXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LDFds03ORS0/s1600-h/Dad%27s+handwriting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RxBmYurjrXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LDFds03ORS0/s200/Dad%27s+handwriting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120705351353871730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently got a courier despatched from home with the cover hosting my dad's writing. Captured the same and the rest is this write-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-2316444102157911042?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2316444102157911042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=2316444102157911042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2316444102157911042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2316444102157911042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/10/inspiration-my-dad-has-been-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RxBmYurjrXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LDFds03ORS0/s72-c/Dad%27s+handwriting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-7302117084677157728</id><published>2007-09-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:27:17.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;India, The Superpower - 2020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title might be slightly misleading, as this blog is not about the dream or vision of our former President Abdul Kalam. Though we might well be in the direction towards accomplishing Kalam's dream, it is too early for me to share my thoughts on the same. So now you might have guessed what I am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T20 WORLD CUP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inaugural twenty - twenty world cup, where all the major test playing nations participated invited slightest of my attention earlier, wherein I got to know that India's first match was washed out due to rain &amp;amp; "surprisingly" was intimated by a friend that India is taking on Pakistan in its second match of the round robin (was travelling and hence could not see the match). "Surprisingly", since I am of the kinds who sit and watch even a match being played between Kenya and Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be, off late, the ardent cric-lover in me hibernated, attributed to some work &amp;amp; added responsibilities @ office, attributed to my initial disliking to this format of the game (at that point of time) and of course majorly attributed to India's early exit in the World cup at the West Indies earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was just a matter of time and I was back to square; thanks to the outcome of the round robin match played between India and Pakistan that ended as a tie, and India edging the winner after the bowl out. Thereon started closely following the remaining matches, especially the Indian starrers and the rest, of course is History now. A few observations about this new format of cricket, about the inaugural World Cup &amp;amp; a few perceptions of mine that got shattered.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;India's learning curve in this format of the game is steep. They have been a few matches old in this twenty twenty format, but there has been tremendous improvement shown by the boys match-on-match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was India, which changed the T20 tradition of winning the toss and chasing, to winning the toss bat first and bowl out or restrict the opposition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Indian team also changed the dimension from going hard from the first ball, to a strategy, wherein, play the first 10-12 overs with rotating the strike and reserving the wickets, and then go hard at the bowlers in the last 8-10 overs, which indeed did the trick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unusual fearlessness in the ranks of all the Indian batsmen and bowlers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the brutal hittings I have ever witnessed -&gt; Yuvaraj Singh, who was definitely at his prime form. Effortless heaves over the boundaries that included six sixers in one BROAAAD over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cup, a world cup, an inaugural world cup sans the Sachins, Sauravs, Dravids and the Zaheers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but the most important thing about the entire episode is that, I feel India has managed to unearth a captain, whose character is well reflected in his team's performance.  Fearlessness. In the presentation ceremony in the semi-final match between India and Australia, while Ravi Shastri calls up Dhoni to speak a few words, the man arrives and says "You have mentioned in a news daily today morning that the Aussies are favorites. We wanted to prove you wrong, and you are now happy that we proved you wrong". No mincing words - That's Dhoni for you!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Would love to recapture the lovely memory of me watching THE Final against the Pak with Rajesh, one of my good buddies, with whom I have quenched my thirst of immitating and portraying (nenaiputhaan) Sachin, McGrath, Jonty etc. In short, with whom I have played a lot of matches at Tirunelveli for over four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined him at his home and enjoyed the drama that unfolded alongside with him and his brother. Starting from Sreesanth's bruises of Nazir, followed by Uthappa's direct hit, it was like a tide.. Up &amp;amp; down!! When at one stage Pakistan was tottering at 105 for 7, I felt that match was sealed and we were breathing easily. But then came an over from Harbajan, where his last three deliveries were smashed consecutively for three huge sixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the momentum shifted towards Pakistan, when Tanvir hit two more sixes of Sreeshanth, though he was cleaned up in the last delivery. Then came RP, the best bowler of the tournament, in my eyes, who came up with another peach of a delivery to get rid of the 9th wicket. When the last wicket fell, leaving Pakistan 5 runs short of the title, there was a loud cry from all of us watching the match out of ecstasy and my friend tightly hugged me and we jumped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/Rvxd4-rjrUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bjfc6OPlgAM/s1600-h/T20+Cup+champs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/Rvxd4-rjrUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bjfc6OPlgAM/s400/T20+Cup+champs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115066510265789762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as a cricket lover could not have asked for a better T20 final. This match could not have better unfolded. For the sweet revenge the two Asian teams took after their early exit from the World Cup 2007, for the quality cricket exhibited by both the finalists, for the match being dragged to the very last over to decide the Champion, for the calculated risk that both the teams took (Misbah by rejecting a single in a Harbhajan over and smashing the next three balls out of the ground; Dhoni by opting a rookie in J Singh for the final over, as against his strike bowler Harbhajan), for the batsmanship displayed by the Misbahs and Gambhirs, for the accuracy in bowling exhibited by the RPs and Guls, and most importantly for India having won a world cup final after a solid 24 waited years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A superb advertisement by Videocon that came in Times of India, which could be well related in the context of India's progress towards lifting the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RwOl6OrjrVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AU1uuxPxhvk/s1600-h/Dhoni+and+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RwOl6OrjrVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AU1uuxPxhvk/s200/Dhoni+and+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117116021414800722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&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/23744230-7302117084677157728?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7302117084677157728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=7302117084677157728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/7302117084677157728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/7302117084677157728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/09/india-superpower-2020-title-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/Rvxd4-rjrUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bjfc6OPlgAM/s72-c/T20+Cup+champs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-2750651627863287898</id><published>2007-08-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:54:57.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proud Indeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;21,900 days. And today we are proud helding our head high, breathing the air of freedom and rejoicing the moment of national and historic significance. The INDEPENDENCE DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I always wonder why it gives me an immense pleasure when India as a cricket playing nation excels in the ICC cricket rating, when Viswanathan Anand is taking the unassailable lead in the CHESS playing world surpassing the Russian giants, when A R Rahman rocks Hollywood, when I hear 70% of the NASA incumbents are Indians, when half the population of the doctors in the UK is from my nation, when Sania Mirza enters the top 30 in the ATP rating, or even when Leander wins (apart from the Davis cup where he represents India); and for all the aforesaid I proudly attribute it to my so-called patriotism. But am I right in the logic? I doubt, though I couldn't say a stern NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If am called THE PATRIOT, then what do we call those freedom-fighters who had spent their entire life, or if not, most of their lives in prison, contagiously passing on the freedom spree to the fellas around them. Goes imperative that sans the sacrifice, the beating and the loss of more than a million noble and tough souls, we could not have been in an independent nation nor could have come out of the slavery and the butchery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So let's all get together and salute the Nation and the Heroes who ensured an Independent India for us to live on this 60th Independence Day, August, the 15th. And most importantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;salute the spirit of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. We are proud of you!! Proud indeed!! LONG LIVE INDEPENDENCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RsKEiPJQIOI/AAAAAAAAADE/T7Di45vOlnY/s1600-h/IND+DAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RsKEiPJQIOI/AAAAAAAAADE/T7Di45vOlnY/s200/IND+DAY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098783451852579042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-2750651627863287898?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2750651627863287898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=2750651627863287898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2750651627863287898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2750651627863287898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/08/proud-indeed-21900-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RsKEiPJQIOI/AAAAAAAAADE/T7Di45vOlnY/s72-c/IND+DAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-6867902974716053773</id><published>2007-07-28T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:55:38.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENNA KODUMAI SARAVANAN??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the well known, reputed hospitals in Chennai catering well to the emergeny and medical needs of software professionals profoundly. Any passers-by the OMR would have never missed a glance on this "MULTI SPECIALITY HOSPITAL". Even in one of the recent hit movies, this hospital was publicized as the city's leading hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the point, a place where people come to get cured, is seemingly breeding the source of all maladies paradoxically. On account to the June showers, the low-lying area infront of the hospital is accumulated with rain water. Gradually that area has been transformed into the mosquitos' Vedanthangal. Its been over a month that I have been watching this hospital, but nothing much has changed and none seem to be concerned. These days, upon nearing the place, foul odours emanate and the bus (through which I peep all these happenings) gets overloaded with flies and mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish someone brings this to the serious notice of the Management of the HOSPITAL and let them know that their reputation is at stake. And the aforeblogged might be my small initiative towards the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RqurVvJQIMI/AAAAAAAAACc/jYu6On8SDPc/s1600-h/20072007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RqurVvJQIMI/AAAAAAAAACc/jYu6On8SDPc/s200/20072007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092352193593352386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RqurmvJQINI/AAAAAAAAACk/Jqlpjy-nk70/s1600-h/20072007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RqurmvJQINI/AAAAAAAAACk/Jqlpjy-nk70/s200/20072007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092352485651128530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-6867902974716053773?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6867902974716053773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=6867902974716053773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6867902974716053773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6867902974716053773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/07/enna-kodumai-saravanan-one-of-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RqurVvJQIMI/AAAAAAAAACc/jYu6On8SDPc/s72-c/20072007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-4898512188081103031</id><published>2007-07-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:18:24.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZckzzt_HI/AAAAAAAAACU/RPSn3Rh3y2w/s1600-h/05042007.jpg"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have been my closest of companions for two wonderful years. Has absorbed my grin, my smile, my agony, my pain, my humor, my tears, my snooze, my siesta, my gossip, my hatred, my wear and in short my emotions. Apart from a very few closest of my friends, only he knew Ganesh as Ganesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZckzzt_HI/AAAAAAAAACU/RPSn3Rh3y2w/s1600-h/05042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZckzzt_HI/AAAAAAAAACU/RPSn3Rh3y2w/s320/05042007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086354616613731442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is MOTOROLA C300, the first ever mobile I got in my life. After him, I have switched on brands and models; and currently my 6630 is my fourth possession. But none could emulate the feel of gripping my C300 or its ruggedness. So compact and sleek, I was just impressed seeing him in one of the shops at Meenakshi Bazar in Madurai. Went against my instincts and against my friends' advice of opting a Nokia, but never repented the buy till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today happened to be the fourth year since I made him mine. He is with me even today with that same nonchalant outlook, with the same bright face, but sans MY EMOTIONS... (no sim attached/just for display)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-4898512188081103031?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4898512188081103031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=4898512188081103031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/4898512188081103031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/4898512188081103031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-dude-have-been-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZckzzt_HI/AAAAAAAAACU/RPSn3Rh3y2w/s72-c/05042007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-4451579707519910690</id><published>2007-07-12T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:51:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAT TRICK again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes three consecutive posts on a movie that I managed to see thrice in two weeks. Was on a recruitment visit to one of the engineering colleges in Pondy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, commuted via the same bus that comes in Sivaji (just before the climax) and of course with the same driver who starred (or at least showed face) in Sivaji. The same Parveen 8019. All collegues and even a few senior panelists were happy on getting this update; such is the charisma and craze attached to the man. Photos for your glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZbUjzt_FI/AAAAAAAAACE/rBTCdXwuXEw/s1600-h/06072007%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZbUjzt_FI/AAAAAAAAACE/rBTCdXwuXEw/s200/06072007%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086353237929229394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZbiTzt_GI/AAAAAAAAACM/YBVi_pWaqY4/s1600-h/06072007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZbiTzt_GI/AAAAAAAAACM/YBVi_pWaqY4/s200/06072007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086353474152430690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-4451579707519910690?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4451579707519910690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=4451579707519910690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/4451579707519910690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/4451579707519910690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/07/hat-trick-again-yes-three-consecutive.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RpZbUjzt_FI/AAAAAAAAACE/rBTCdXwuXEw/s72-c/06072007%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-6685886888212183904</id><published>2007-06-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:00:39.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title could well be related only by the ones who have watched "The BOSS". Highly frustrated having missed the golden opportunity of premiering "Sivaji - The BOSS" (despite having got two preview tickets), on account of my stay at Coimbatore; was in all smiles upon getting an invite from my current official BOSS for the dharshan at Udayam on the second day of its release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the first 10 minutes due to a miscommunication in the show timing. But that was not a barrier to the enthusiasm, energy and happiness that oozed in me seeing thalaivar on screen. If am not exaggerating, I see atleast 5 more films left in his bag, if he retains the same make-up man and the costume designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentionally leaving the story line untouched, would like to bring the following highlights of the movie to notice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Less of punch dialogues by thalaivar, but is offset by Vivek's outburst in a sequence, where the theatre just shakes in pulsation&lt;br /&gt;* A neat description of an NRI, as against a few other tamil movies where the hero just aims at non-stop PETERing. First time in thalaivar's movie history, he apologises in English to his parents saying "Sorry ma, Sorry pa"&lt;br /&gt;* Bubble gum in place of his usual cigar.&lt;br /&gt;* No better an actor other than Suman would have fit into that villain role. The fair, hefty body with a perfect attire did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;* Picturisation of "Style" and "Athiradi" - Find myself wanting of words to describe the impact.&lt;br /&gt;* Sure, would bet, had someone other than thalaivar featured in "Athiradi" song, it would have ended a big comedy. But having thalaivar, it has ended as the best song picturised in the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;* Awesome BGM, not only whenever Rajni rocks the screen, but also when Suman tries the silent killing, showcases that Rahman is still one of the bests in the business.&lt;br /&gt;* Vivek not only manages to provide the bursting laughters, but also provides the support role amply.&lt;br /&gt;* The climax Rajni - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A must watch.&lt;/span&gt; No wonder he is regarded the best when it comes in terms of exhibiting this unique trait in him - STYLE. Effortless showing off; yes, a paradox by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that might have been avoided in this otherwise perfect Rajni starrer is the slightly overdosed chasing of Shreya by thalai. But the director might well have his reason of justifying to include the same anticipating the family crowd that might have wanted some comedy &amp; sentiments. Sankar once again exhibits his uncanny knack of unearthing blockbuster hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RnVkkBYBnPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pvrvnmjk4rA/s1600-h/17062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RnVkkBYBnPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pvrvnmjk4rA/s320/17062007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074724937374962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RnVm-BYBnQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WDwflcBssis/s1600-h/16062007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RnVm-BYBnQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WDwflcBssis/s200/16062007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077077370637229314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RnVkkBYBnPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pvrvnmjk4rA/s1600-h/17062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though might not say "Sivaji" as The Best of Super Star (as expressed in my previous write up), would definitely say it as One of his bests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tail piece: Managed to see the first 10 minutes today, as today was my second SIVAJI dharshan in two days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-6685886888212183904?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6685886888212183904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=6685886888212183904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6685886888212183904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6685886888212183904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/06/cool-title-could-well-be-related-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RnVkkBYBnPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pvrvnmjk4rA/s72-c/17062007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-527701507036964337</id><published>2007-06-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:12:23.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The BOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RmtY2xYBnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/coV8fL9DEZs/s1600-h/08062007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RmtY2xYBnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/coV8fL9DEZs/s320/08062007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074247103153282274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RmtYchYBnNI/AAAAAAAAABk/1W-5O_dnAGY/s1600-h/08062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RmtYchYBnNI/AAAAAAAAABk/1W-5O_dnAGY/s320/08062007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074246652181716178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BOSS is hitting town the next week. A wait worth it is about to come to an exciting halt. A million, if am not exaggerating is eager waiting for the release. Sample being sited in the aforedisplayed pictures. Thanks to my 6630, that enabled me capturing the same decently, despite the fact that I was driving in the busy Kodambakkam bridge traffic. A scorpio, with the number 8055 had the number plate designed in a way it showed "BOSS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes without saying 'The BOSS' has the mass across the audiences. Whether its a 2 yr old or a 20 yr old or even a 60 yr old. My cousin who is elder to me exactly by 10 yrs was/is a fan of thalaivar. I am proud saying am an afficianado of Super star. My cousin's son, who is exactly 20 yrs younger to me is now an ardent fan of Rajni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more, this movie's release is regarded important for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;* Sivaji "The team" - Rajni, Shankar, A R Rahman, Sujatha, AVM (Hope all the big names of Tamil Cinema are covered)&lt;br /&gt;* Sivaji "The budget" - It is said that this movie would be the costliest ever Indian movie produced, touching a mamooth 60 crores (after Dev das that touched a whopping 50 crores)&lt;br /&gt;* Sivaji "The name" - The title by itself grabs the attention. Attributed to his original name Shivaji Rao or paying tribute to Shevaliar Shivaji Ganesan??!!&lt;br /&gt;* Sivaji "The point to prove" - In his prior hits Padayappa and Chandramukhi, he has only played a second fiddle to Ramya Krishnan and Jyothika. The other one being Baba, which I dont wana touch upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer abbreviates BOSS as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;achelor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ocial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ervice"&lt;/span&gt;. But me, similar to a million expect it to be abbreviated as Sivaji, The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;est &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;uper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;tar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-527701507036964337?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/527701507036964337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=527701507036964337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/527701507036964337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/527701507036964337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/06/sivaji-fever-boss-is-hitting-town-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RmtY2xYBnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/coV8fL9DEZs/s72-c/08062007%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-6733783021193252442</id><published>2007-05-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:12:10.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An amazing attention grabber!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mundane travel back home after office was interrupted pleasantly by a hoarding at Koturpuram just before Nandanam signal. Was able to see the hoarding only for a couple of seconds, but the impact it had on me lasted several minutes. Wondering at the thought process that went in behind this piece of advertisement. Just awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow managed to capture the same. Innovative thinking, definitely at its very best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RkIAOVtgHfI/AAAAAAAAABM/g_qUjsSY3zo/s1600-h/Image748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RkIAOVtgHfI/AAAAAAAAABM/g_qUjsSY3zo/s320/Image748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062609177464020466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RkIAeFtgHgI/AAAAAAAAABU/KxEsRA2E0RQ/s1600-h/Image749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RkIAeFtgHgI/AAAAAAAAABU/KxEsRA2E0RQ/s320/Image749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062609448046960130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-6733783021193252442?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6733783021193252442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=6733783021193252442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6733783021193252442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6733783021193252442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazing-attention-grabber-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RkIAOVtgHfI/AAAAAAAAABM/g_qUjsSY3zo/s72-c/Image748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-1111377660145692777</id><published>2007-04-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:22:24.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" chatdir="2"&gt;ஒரு வீடு இரு வாசல்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ORU VEEDU IRU VAASAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This write up covers two contents or happenings that took place simultaneously, but of course significant and worth-mentioning separately; hence the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Content 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;A much needed break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long time, had the wonderful opportunity of relaxing, recharging and refreshing myself at home. MY SWEET HOME. Stayed at home for six fantastic days. Of the six days, two days were overloaded with official work (will be covered in my Content 2); the remaining four days were overloaded with excellent food, thorough rest and a bit of outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took rest, had food, took good rest again, had food and almost the agenda at home did not change a bit in those days, but for a day's trip to Thenmala (Kerala) and Pabanasam. Me, dad, mom and uncle's family planned to go to the aforementioned places and the trip indeed went on quite well. Long showers in Pabanasam Agasthiar falls paved way to vent off the summer heat. Went to a dam at Thenmala as well. Also, watched a couple of movies that was in my hit list for quite some time now. Thamirabarani &amp; Thiruvilayadal (pretty decent ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, quality time with my parents. They were so happy upon hearing from me that I would be there for a week. And first time in my life, strangely I too felt a sense of excitement (as against the usual happiness) upon feeling that I would be staying for a week at home. And the excitement promptly lasted till my sixth day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A much needed break indeed!! Energy level after the trip for sure triggered up. And of course the level of enthusiasm in me. Atleast for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Content 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The other side of the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In connection to the first content, where I mentioned I had been to my hometown partly on an official want, in this content would want to share my happiness and experience of me changing positions across the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not hype more. It's about me sitting in the HR panel and getting involved in the selection process of Engineering graduates from Accredidated engineering colleges across TN. So far, had visited 5 campuses, that included Govt College of Engineering, Tirunelveli, that eventually paved way to my stay at home for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I assumed this role, was really proud and at the same time was perplexed, as I could not help imagining that I was on the other side of the table just a couple of years back facing the HR Managers during my selection process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me about yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell one good reason, why the company should select you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any questions for us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will you bring with you to our company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were a few questions for which I was answering before, which now is a question from my end. The funniest part is the kind of respect we got from the campuses were at times a bit "too much" and "slightly embarassing". Repeated "Coffee saapteengala nna", "Tiffin saapteengalanna" kinds, though it might be sounding slightly exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, there definitely was an air of pride when I say people enquiring my whereabouts, replying "Nan inga oru campus ku recruitment ku vanthirken" over the phone. And a sense of excitement is catching up me again, as I would be a part of the HR panel which is supposed to recruit candidates from my own engineering college. Awaiting that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not have asked for more as an HR than going back to your college, meet your professors and select candidates for your organization!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-1111377660145692777?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1111377660145692777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=1111377660145692777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/1111377660145692777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/1111377660145692777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/04/oru-veedu-iru-vaasal-this-bla-bla.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-6564080476201511440</id><published>2007-03-10T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T05:28:41.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SARA"vena" BHAVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the leading chain of hotels based out of Chennai, well catering to the need of millions of Tamil makkal even outside India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expensive but yet worth the same for its quality and of course taste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hygiene has been one stand out feature of Saravana Bhavan, wherein even all the waiters are clean-shaved and in ujala white&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but never the least, it has been a savior of all Chennai Bachelors staying away from home, as it definitely gives a glimpse of the wonderful home food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But of late Saravana Bhavan has been in the limelight for the wrong reasons. Would say for some notorious reasons rather. Quantity of late has been a concern, wherein these days the oothappams are of the size of the yester year's vada, but at the same time the price has been skyrocketing. You could seldom eat here your stomach full sans a hole in your purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for food lovers who don't mind spending just for the taste and quality, certain other reasons are exasperating. The major one being the customer service. That too when it comes in terms of the "Home delivery".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks back me and my room mate were ordering for the dinner via phone. The person in the other end was so restless throughout the order, as if me asking him for a favor after disturbing his mid night sleep. After me giving my address for the 4th time, I was asked to wait. Was waiting a whole 7 min, before I lost my patience &amp; hope and cut the call. Again called him up and somehow managed the order, though only after my small outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food arrived in an hour's time and the delivery boy who came again was seemingly restless and disturbed. As soon as I paid him off, he said "You should have given the address correctly. You made me to wander unecessarily" and disappeared from my sight not even giving me time to reprimand him. As a customer, was thoroughly upset with the day's happening, but of course finished off the dinner promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this drama, still could not resist my temptation of having a full meals Today from Saravana Bhavan. So again daringly tried placing an order via my mobile. The person in the other end responded with a hello. I said I need to place an order for lunch. Without even asking for my address, the person said "You will have to call up another branch (another location)". I counter argued him saying, "I have earlier availed the service from you" and hence questioned on his outright rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of discussions, he noted down my address and then asked for the order. As soon as this, I was asked to hold the line. After a couple of minutes the person said "Sorry, food cannot be ordered to your area" and cut the call abruptly. Now too I didn't give it up (Avvalavu pasi) and called the other branch (other location) that the first person had told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I was asked for my address and the order was placed. After that I was asked for a contact number, for which I gave my mobile number. Now he said "I need a landline number". I said how could you expect a landline number from a bachelor. He ruggedly said, "No way could the order be delivered without a landline number". That was the moment I was so pissed off that I banged my mobile in frustration (After a long time - banging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger adding to my hunger forced me to initiate my protest. Tried some means to escalate these incidents to the higher-ups, but will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention of this write-up is not just to revolt against any one or any system. Its neither a crib session. Its my small attempt to bring about a transformation from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara"VENA" Bhavan&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara"VANGA" Bhavan&lt;/span&gt;. After all, I just love their food. So do the Chennai ites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-6564080476201511440?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6564080476201511440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=6564080476201511440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6564080476201511440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6564080476201511440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/03/saravena-bhavan-one-of-leading-chain-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-8025420894787315779</id><published>2007-03-05T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:54:49.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Teen-age pennirkum amma vukkum naduvil&lt;br /&gt;kattayam kattayam kattayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suththi kettavanga&lt;br /&gt;Manam thirakiraar Simbu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaervil 100ku 100 vaanga vendumaa??&lt;br /&gt;12 raasigalukkum parikaaram"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipothu virpanaiyil - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gokulam Kathir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An excellent ad aired frequently in Radio One - well ensuring that none dare reads it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-8025420894787315779?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8025420894787315779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=8025420894787315779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/8025420894787315779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/8025420894787315779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-6085298480658183833</id><published>2007-02-25T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:40:10.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://search.msn.co.in/results.aspx?q=BenQ&amp;mkt=en-IN&amp;amp;form=QBRE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S ABOUT MONEY, HONEY - V day, An other perspective!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BenQ has announced a Valentine Day offer on their mobile handset, E61&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate the spirit of love &amp; win big this Valentine's Day with Airtel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate Valentine's day with exciting offers on eBay India.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;HDFC Bank offers a 2.5 gm personalized heart-shaped gold bar of 99 percent - V day special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;KBC special celebrity show on V-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;All FMs promptly held the V-day buzz around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;WorldSpace celebrates V day with a special offer - Buy a WorldSpace receiver, and get two speakers for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;Valentine Day market potential swelled to Rs. 1,200 cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt; registering a growth of 20-25 percent year-on-year, according to estimates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;February 14th, 2007... Chennai was painted red. Should say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVEN&lt;/span&gt; Chennai was painted red. So was the whole world. Roses, cards, hearts and special offers. Was astonished on reading the newspapers on the V-day, as for sure easily some 20 odd ads were there that displayed offers on account to the V-day. All the aforesaid offers give a strong message that the V-day is sold everywhere as a marketing gimmick these days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first instance that this kind of a ploy was used by the marketers to trigger of the market potential. A set of Gold merchants floated a publicity stunt by introducing something called "Akshaya Thrithi" spreading a word of mouth that buying gold on that particular day would ultimately result in gold accumulation for the year... Not to forget the green saree maneuver that came around Southern Tamil Nadu (brothers need to gift a green saree to their sisters for the general well-being of the family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, coming back to the Valentine's day, I personally feel that its not just those in love look forward to Valentine's day, but the stock market also celebrates the day with positive fervor. And for sure, we could not help but appreciate the brains behind the idea of turning St Valentine's Day into a commercial wingding. There has been a time during the late 90's when not much in the Indian sub-continent even paid the slightest heed to this now fabulous day. And these smart marketers have played a major role in advertising the V-day year on year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last to mention, I found this banner erected in the Mount Road (near Cenotaph Road) by HUTCH.. This advertisement board was erected at a place that could well be an attention-grabber, the hugeness of which could not be missed out by the passers-by. Innovation definitely at its best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/ReHE7iABvlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JeNPy_OwIVA/s1600-h/14022007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/ReHE7iABvlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JeNPy_OwIVA/s320/14022007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035522385395170898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/ReHFIyABvmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TKWQRmedepQ/s1600-h/14022007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/ReHFIyABvmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TKWQRmedepQ/s320/14022007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035522613028437602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;span class="matter_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-6085298480658183833?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6085298480658183833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=6085298480658183833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6085298480658183833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/6085298480658183833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-about-money-honey-v-day-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/ReHE7iABvlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JeNPy_OwIVA/s72-c/14022007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-3393011854033699581</id><published>2007-02-11T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:47:47.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE OF ITS KIND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my UG friends (Nellai-ite)  got transferred from Hyderabad to Chennai. As a way of welcoming him, and ensuring that we have a perfect get together, we planned to meet up in theatre (yes, certainly bizzare), and I reached the theatre half-an hour before the show, so as to get the tickets without much chaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was little surprised seeing no queue being formed there in the counter, and felt the tickets were sold out. Still went and approached the person in the counter, and was relieved when found that the tickets were available. My surprise now transformed into curiosity as that was the first day that the movie has been released, and still I got the tickets in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the counter wala, "Ennanga koottamae illa, padam eppadi?". He responded with a mischievous smile and said, "Padam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NALLA&lt;/span&gt; thaanga irukku". Etho ulkuthu irunthathu lesa apo thaan enakku therinjathu... By now my friend has come, and we had the ceremonial, inquisitive enquires after the welcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we got into the theatre and got ourself ready for viewing the movie. It was named "PORI". My intention, conviction or justification of selecting the movie was mainly because of the faith that I had instilled in Jeeva. My perception was that, next to Vikram he was the only hero sensible in terms of selecting and filtering neat stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the aforementioned convictions went for a toss in just over two torturous hours. Literally we were just fed with a "four letter word". Had I been in the shoes of Jeeva, I would have given the director a tight slap, while he had narrated the story. And as my friend rightly pointed out, even if Jeeva comes up with five consecutive neat stories, they would be definitely dumped by the public in the box office. Such is the enormity of the damage done in this single movie. Blunders beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is an one-liner. The hero fights and wins eventually after being beaten up by the villain. The sole consolation in the entire movie was a new concept in villainism, involving LAND ENCROACHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put the review in Kaaka Kaaka terms: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ethanayo koduramaana thiraipadangal, koramaana thiraikathaigal naan paathirken. Aana intha padatha paathappo, SETHUTTAEN..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothathil PORI, SORI... Yes, for sure one of its kind!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-3393011854033699581?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3393011854033699581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=3393011854033699581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/3393011854033699581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/3393011854033699581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-of-its-kind-one-of-my-ug-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-3166987815599424021</id><published>2007-01-12T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T04:06:08.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few questions for which I don’t have answers for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nithari killings, Mumbai molestation, Child killed by children.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; These were a few top stories, rather horror stories flashed in all channels over the last two weeks. A sense of deep concern, a fear over thinking the Nation’s future where my son or daughter is gonna live, and a pain over the neck were a few reactions of mine on getting to know about each of the instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagine a&lt;/b&gt; so-called knowledgeable intellect, having done all his educations in premier institutes, slaughtering the kids mercilessly (unimaginably all the victims were kids – ruthless &amp; hard heartened) deputing his work also to his servant, another claimed cannibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagine a&lt;/b&gt; so-called Safe Metro to live in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; hosting one of the most &lt;b&gt;disgusting acts&lt;/b&gt; the Nation has ever witnessed for a long time. A poor girl, who was accompanied by her partner to celebrate the New Year’s Eve being molested fearlessly and shamefully by not one, not two, but by a gang of rascals, who eventually manhandle the girl’s companion. Hoping for a happy new year and wishing to celebrate with the Nation, the girl after the incident, would have become a pessimist, battered and skeptical.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incredible of all the three is the story of a child being killed by children. &lt;b&gt;None could have even imagined a&lt;/b&gt; 5 year old kid being kidnapped and eventually stabbed to death by his fellow friends for the sake of money and that too to celebrate the New Year lavishly and extravagantly. And one of the teenagers convicted in this case says “We were aware that even in case we were found guilty, we would be sent to the reform schools as against the rigorous imprisonment. Hence we dared to do so.”   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where are we heading to? Where is the Nation heading towards? Are we really living in a safe place? Are we in the process of creating, or at least thinking about a serene environment to our future generations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned are a few of the queries that continuously prop up in my mind off late. But I don’t have the answers. Might be all the aforesaid incidents could be tagged as one off cases, but yet a very high rise in the rate of murders, terrorism borne activities, child abuses, sexual assaults, serial killings, and &lt;b&gt;even&lt;/b&gt; cannibalism in India gives me a feeling that is India still the same safe place to live in, as it was a decade ago?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-3166987815599424021?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3166987815599424021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=3166987815599424021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/3166987815599424021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/3166987815599424021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-questions-for-which-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-4202202495134198332</id><published>2007-01-07T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:54:43.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME 2007!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 to me has been an year of fluctuations - a typical year with ebb &amp; flow throughout. Mixed feelings, in other words. A very close friend of mine getting married and another getting engaged, revival of an old friendship (eventually leading to find my room mate - yup, its Giri), unearthing a couple of new friends (who are now two of my closest pals - Rajesh &amp;amp; Vivek), leaving my first company (was a BIG ask emotionally), entering one of the Indian IT giants (paving way to my entry into  my mom's dream company), my first &amp; delightful dharshan of Tirupathi Venkatachalapthi were a few occurances worth recalling for the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us thank god for 2006 - good or not as per us, for in god's plans everything is for our good. Let us hope &amp;amp; pray for the year ahead to be great!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-4202202495134198332?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4202202495134198332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=4202202495134198332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/4202202495134198332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/4202202495134198332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-2007-2006-to-me-has-been-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-5059813131836655803</id><published>2006-12-16T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:38:02.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RYURuMeOhzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/phUtaAzmxxo/s1600-h/vall1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RYURuMeOhzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/phUtaAzmxxo/s320/vall1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009429645839206194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remix at its BEST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:284.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Karthik\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\02\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more often not been an aficionado of remix songs, especially those songs that come in tamil movies that have meaningless rap bits thrown around here and there (except all of Yuvan's recent releases). So when one of my friends sent me a scrap book entry with an URL that carried a remix, I was reluctant, yet curious in getting to know what is in store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogi B &amp;amp; Natchatra - the name was weird, and I was giving time for buffering the youtube video, simultaneously checking my personal mails for the day. After a while, played the video. Namma oorkara pasanga oru naalu peru. The opening of the video was in a barber shop. The inmates start talking about an old Ilayaraja classic - Madai thiranthu (Nizhalgal), and start humming the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now starts the hip-hop. Entry of the barber shop inmates in a perfect rap, hip-hop outfit. Not just the outfit, but a taylor-made body language and gestures that made me doubt if they are really from the Wild wild west... An awesome entry announcing the viewers what might be in store. And till the end, they effortlessly manage the tempo and the hype they gave during the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, four of them contribute individually to this remix. Among them, I was peculiarly impressed by one chap who is chubby, and round, but full of enthu, focus and has a hardcore hip-hop, rap tone (who comes with "Evanukkume theriaathu"). He is Yogi b, the leader of the troup. For the remix, you can go to this URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TVgGsIuLYU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few facts that I could collate about this the foursome awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* They are a Malaysian band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="statVal"&gt;* Yogi B's original name - Yogeswaran K. Veerasingam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* Yogi B was initially with a troup called Poetic Ammo, but broke down with them, and joined the Natchatra duo (comprising Dr Burn a.k.a. Ruban Manoharan and Emcee Jesz a.k.a. Sujesh Sambasivam).&lt;br /&gt;* Their debut album was named VALLAVAN&lt;br /&gt;* Vallavan has 15 songs, all produced by Yogi and Natchatra&lt;br /&gt;* Vallavan has even two temple priests on one of its tracks&lt;br /&gt;* Their website - http://vallavan.macrology.com.my/v4/index.php&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="statVal"&gt;An amazing 132,752 views so far in Youtube (at the time of penning this blog)&lt;br /&gt;* The other major hits from Yogi B are "Indian girls", "HIP HOP ERA", and "Vali Theduther"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Madai thiranthu song closes with a one-liner by Kalignar Karunanidhi (I think its kalaignar's voice) in his coarse voice - "Kalai - Manithanaaga pirantha ovvoruvanum alli alli parugavendiya amirthamadaa athu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect ending to this amazing remix. DO WATCH / HEAR IT!! Entertainment guarenteed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-5059813131836655803?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5059813131836655803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=5059813131836655803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/5059813131836655803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/5059813131836655803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/12/remix-at-its-best-i-have-more-often-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3FscC62Sj4/RYURuMeOhzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/phUtaAzmxxo/s72-c/vall1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-7529851847383290489</id><published>2006-12-16T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:51:45.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two similar COME-BACKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a warm-up match. Rest of South Africa vs India, a warm up four day match but still it was of some importance. "Dada was back". And most importantly back among runs. This particular  innings of him was of great significance, that it even overshadowed an aggressive brilliant century from Irfan Pathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Ganguly has stamped his importance to Team India sans doubt in each of the two innings of the first test against SA. In the first innings, he came up with a steady, gritty, unbeaten half century, and in the second, a decent valuable 20+, adding to the overall lead. A solid, rather arrogant comeback. Arrogant I would say, as he silenced his critics without fuss in all the innings he played immediately after his comeback (but for the second innings duck in the warm up match).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would, as a cricket lover, rate this as one of the greatest comebacks, not just because he scored a half century in his first comeback test, not just because he was the top scorer for the team, not just because he hit a towering six of Ntini, not just because of his last wicket stand with a tailender, but just because this innings showcased his character, his grit, his self-belief, his never say die attitude and overall his ruggedness. KUDOS to the prince of Kolkatta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second such a comeback was by the man hailed as the ULTIMATE star by his fans. Yes Ajith Kumar, via his noteworthy performance in his latest movie GOD FATHER (Varalaru). After a long streak of flops and after a period of hibernation, this movie of him was the sole winner out of the entire lot of movies released for Diwali. Of course, KS Ravikumar is renowned for his commercial hits and knows the knack of making it to the box office, but yet Ajith's performance in the movie, and the way in which he was fit into the role was laudable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these two come-backs were in a way similar to me, (though Dada's return is more important to me) as there were some commonalities. Both Ganguly and Ajith were once seen by me as notorious in terms of their attitudes. But yet, still there came a time when I was really feeling for them to perform, when I could miss their action, &amp; when I was looking forward to their come-backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what happened together coincidently... Happy for Dada, and Ajith...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-7529851847383290489?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7529851847383290489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=7529851847383290489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/7529851847383290489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/7529851847383290489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-similar-come-backs-it-was-just-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-3803578960147709696</id><published>2006-11-25T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:14:12.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Hat-trick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Friday the 24th of November 2006 made it three in a row. Yes, a hat-trick. Third time that we effected the MISSION  "Friday Fodder" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;with amazing ease, and without much fuss. Ya, thats the strength of having food lovers in your team. And of course, good old pals in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2 &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Team: Adit, me, Prasad and Venkat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started this way. (10th November 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Machi, free ya?&lt;br /&gt;Line 1 (Venkat): Wise men think alike... I'm ready machi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Machi, free ya?&lt;br /&gt;Line 2 (Adyit): Enga varanum nu mattum sollu maams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Machi, free ya?&lt;br /&gt;Line 3 (Prasad): Aama, aama... Athukuthaane. Epo nu solluda maapi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace of complexity involved, right? As simple as that. All four of us assembled on time, as if gonna catch a flight, and executed the plan effortlessly. That was the starting point. By that time, all four of us came to a consensus. We all held up our right hand, and feigned a courtroom oath, "We would by any means, and all means make ourself available for the F&lt;sup&gt;2 &lt;/sup&gt;without fail whatsoever be the situation or emergency". (Kudutha kaasukku mela kuvuraeno??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so did we. All the three weeks, "naalu perum chumma moochu thinara thinara, engalaala evvvalavu mudiumo, avvvalavu saaptom".  Emotions too were playing around. We were in tears, when one of the servers said, rather whispered the following to his fellow mate, that we overheard - "Evvalavu saapadu kondu vechaalum, oru parukkai kuda micham veikama sapadranuga da... Ivanuga romba NALLAVANGA da" nu sollitaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart, this get together is like a revitalization or a rejuvenation for us. After all we slog, work and work the entire week like a machine. F&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; is like d'Announcement of the weekend. I could really feel the  rise of a lot of positive energy out of the chitchats &amp; tittle-tattles, out of the food we share &amp;amp; eat together, out of the grins, giggles &amp; laughters and most importantly out of meeting the machis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to rejoice the Hat-trick, and btw looking forward to execute atleast a century of Mission F&lt;sup&gt;2 &lt;/sup&gt;as Bachelors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As old books to read, old wine to drink, so are old friends to be with. Trustworthy and ripe... - An anonymous quote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-3803578960147709696?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3803578960147709696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=3803578960147709696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/3803578960147709696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/3803578960147709696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/11/hat-trick.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-2640403787197572880</id><published>2006-11-10T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:53:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WARNING: This blog is strictly for those who can understand Tamil (rather Tamil written in English) and strictly for movie lovers (rather admirers) !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;These guys are hand picked by me and will report directly to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Naanga naalu peru, engalukku bayame theriyala. We were the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;UNTOUCHABLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ipo ore oru bullet selavu, athum yen selavu.. verum 50 rubaa. Devi santhoshapaduvaa la.. Pottomla...  "THIS IS ATTROCIOUS"..  Ha ha ha... Someone's got to do something about this somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Control room.. Eli vaettai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Madras city - Ella edathlaum enga paathaalum porukki, molla maari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Avanga sonnathu seri thaanae.. Namma innum Veerappana pidikalayae... Vakkillanu solrathellaam  summa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Pernthudchila pallu...  Apdiyae veetuku poviyaa?? unga amma kaetta enadaa solvae?? Porukki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;College ku apram romba naal kalichu, mudhal thadavaya oru ponna paathukitae irukkanum pola thonuchu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Avalukku enna pidikala.. Enakku athu pidichirnthathu... Ponnunga vishayathla nan peria expert laam illa. Aana oru ponnunna ivala madiri thaan irukkanum nu thonichu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;At this time of the night, with a girl by your side,  shouldn't you be carrying all your papers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oru police officer, kolusoda laam alaya maataannu realise paniteenga!! Police naalae oru thani mariyathai irukula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(And now a sequence - His face getting infected with a smile upon recalling the conversation with Her, and he casually wears his coolers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey jijukkaan !!! Saami saar !! Remember to walk with your held high!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yaar sir anni ya?? Velaya Paaruga kaathamuthu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Romba naala varaama iruntha kanneer, anikku ava nethi la vizhunthathu.. Ava adipattu norungi kidanthatha paathappo SETHUTEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nice guys get nice girls !! Paakalam, poga poga nenga entha alavukku oru normal person a irukareenga nu paakalam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kaathalikren, Truely Madly Deeply... Ne kaathal nu solrathukku munaala varaikkum namakkulla oru unarvu irnthathula. Athu nalla irnthathu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ava sonnathu sari thaan. You are not a normal person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unkuda naraya pesanum. Pesalaama? I LOVE TO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unakkum enakkum oru 6 vayasu vithyasam irukku. Why me? Its a girl thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hmm. Sari. Ok. Kalyanam panikkalaam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pandiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dae.. Pandiyavukku inga vechirken da cut out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oru thadava thaan sonnom. Aana thelivaa sonnom.. Simple aana powerful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yenga ponaalum antha oora namma aalanum.. Antha oorla oru kalakku kalakkanum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sethu annanukkaaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nee bayapaduve da. Ne aluvada.. Unakku valikkum da... Paakalama da... Un kannumunnalaye avala thookarenda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ipo avana adikalaama... Adikalaamnu nenakren. Dae P####,  ore pechu. Adikalama vendama??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Appo oru nakkal vitteengalla da. Ipo vidra antha nakkala... Solala ne sethuruve, enaku porumaiye kidayathu. Kevalam oru ponukagavum, un 3 friends kaagavum,  un uyira vitratha da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guess most would have by now got to know about what all these dialogues are... For all to whom it's sounding Greek and Roman, let me tell you what. All these dialogues are from the movie, rather the masterpiece Kaaka Kaaka, THE POLICE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently got a chance to see this movie (Diwali sirappu thiraipadam) in one of the TV channels yet another time (this was my 6th time). This movie is one that looked NEW to me each of the times I watched it. For sure, one of its kind. One of the rare DIRECTOR's movies, that had been just crafted amazingly. "Padattha Sethukkeerkaanda" - Invariably all of my friends said the same after we watched this movie for the first time, back in 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Simple, yet Powerful and Practical dialogues - One standout feature of this movie, that made me an aficionado of this Gowtham Menon's classic. And hence wanted just to recapture those wonderful dialogues. For those who had had a similar liking for the movie, do go to the following URL, and do express the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=23383035&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/23744230-2640403787197572880?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2640403787197572880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=2640403787197572880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2640403787197572880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/2640403787197572880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/11/warning-this-blog-is-strictly-for-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-116203187390525928</id><published>2006-10-28T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:30.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'AFRICAN SAFARI !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a slightly exaggerated title, but my experience last week could not have been better expressed sans this aforesaid title... My myth was shattered upon spending a day's time in ANNA Wildlife Sanctuary - Ada namma Vandaloor Zooo pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me, many people have a few common myths. i.e., Circus, Zoos, Cartoon networks, Siruvar Malars and Tinkles could cater to the needs of the children segment alone. Apart from first two (Circuses and Zoos), I was clear that the others were myths, cos I had a liking for all of the others even now. (Siruvar malar, of course has shown a fall in its quality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started this way. Was a weekday off for the Mangalam inhibitants (ada, enga flat paeru Mangalam Appts), and we were planning for an outing. Some place away from the city, some place in the woods, or waterfalls was my suggestion. Giri came up with this idea of Vandalur zoo. I was initially relucant, and a bit skeptical, but eventually got into a consensus as we could not think or rather spot any other place with a scenic backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there by 12:30 noon. Thanks to the monsoon rains that we weren't perturbed by the scorching sun. Da Safari begun. "Enatha perusa paarka porom. Ellathaum koondukkulla pidichi potrupaanga, sema gappu adikkum". This was my preconceived  notion entering the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasantly surprised by a single fact throughout. The space for all the incumbents were just more than enough. Not a single species had a constraint in terms of space. AATC - Animal allocation and Task committee has done its part so well (the meaning of this sentence could be appreciated by a selected few, but no ull kuthu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they have a zone for all birds on earth. Then for the carnivores, relatively huge space covered for them. Then a section for the scavengers - the hyenas &amp; vultures. And a wide area covered for the reptiles as well. A minimum of 10 different species of crocodiles were there, and a separate building encapsulating the different breeds of snakes (was really a bit scary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commonality that prevailed in all animals housed in Vandalur was that they were least bothered by our presence, giving us a look like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ethana pera paarthirpom, Nangellam..."&lt;/span&gt;. On the contrary, we (all people) were in sought of their attentions time and again, by making some sounds, gestures and even some guys went to an eccentric extent of throwing stones at the hyenas to awake them. Who is now missing out on the sixth sense??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were impressed the way in which the zoo was modeled and maintained and were discussing on the same, when ironically we heard a voice saying this - "British kaaran kattirpaanda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though would not say its an extremely wonderful place for outing, but for sure would say or recommend the Chennai ites to come here once. Worth an experience. A few snaps recorded during MY SAFARI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/25102006%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/25102006%28011%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vellai "Peacock" ondru yenguthu kaiyil varamale - White peacock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/appu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/appu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appu... Appu... - Aboorva sagotharargal white parrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/Kokku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/Kokku.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokku saiva kokku oru kendae meena kandu - Vedanthaangal kokku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/nari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/nari.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oadura nari ila oru nari kulla nari thaan, achum achum - Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/hyena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/hyena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oru 'Hyena' 'Hyena' kuruvi manasoda paaduthu, jodi yai theduthu ho hoi - Hyena (poor picure quality regretted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/Tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/Tiger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comedy - TIIIIIIIGER !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-116203187390525928?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/116203187390525928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=116203187390525928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/116203187390525928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/116203187390525928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/10/dafrican-safari-yup-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-116020989686005201</id><published>2006-10-07T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:30.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went past this mail forward, and found it so very interesting. The thought process involved in bringing out this kinda creation was just cool. Please have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERNATIONAL THINKING AT ITS BEST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Princess Diana's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: An &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; princess with an &lt;strong&gt;Egyptian&lt;/strong&gt; boyfriend crashes in a &lt;strong&gt;French &lt;/strong&gt;tunnel, driving a &lt;strong&gt;German&lt;/strong&gt; car with a &lt;strong&gt;Dutch&lt;/strong&gt; engine, driven by a &lt;strong&gt;Belgian&lt;/strong&gt; who has drunken &lt;strong&gt;Scottish&lt;/strong&gt; whisky, followed closely by &lt;strong&gt;Italian&lt;/strong&gt; Paparazzi, on &lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; motorcycles; treated by an &lt;strong&gt;American &lt;/strong&gt;doctor, using &lt;strong&gt;Brazilian&lt;/strong&gt; medicines. This is sent to you by an American, using Bill Gates's technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer, that uses &lt;strong&gt;Taiwanese &lt;/strong&gt;chips..(And u, the one studying this is an &lt;strong&gt;Indian&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-116020989686005201?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/116020989686005201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=116020989686005201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/116020989686005201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/116020989686005201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/10/food-for-thought-went-past-this-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-115946814466638411</id><published>2006-09-28T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:30.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Back to square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past two weeks have unearthed the laziness in me out of hibernation. Shuttle was given a halt, tata to walking and the twister is lying idle in my bedroom. No workouts for the fortnight, and devastatingly getting up invariably by 7:30 - 8 AM daily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsoon rain / the weather partly played their part in encouraging the Mr. Indolent in me. Finding it so very difficult to come out of my bed especially in these cool mornings, that force me and my body to submission. i.e., to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding insult to the injury, all dinners were outside food last entire week. My body cholesterol cant ask for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and wish the coming week atleast thwarts the tempting extended sleeping hours and the outside dinners. Planning to strictly execute the already intended regular work outs this week atleast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-115946814466638411?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/115946814466638411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=115946814466638411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115946814466638411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115946814466638411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-square-past-two-weeks-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-115869392430878509</id><published>2006-09-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;t's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ming&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and reverberating !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (THAMARHY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"கண் பார்த்து கதைக்க முடியாமல் நானும் தவிக்கின்ற ஒரு பெண்ணும் நீ தான்...&lt;br /&gt;கண் கொட்ட முடியாமல் முடியாமல் பார்த்தும&lt;br /&gt;சலிக்காத ஒரு பெண்ணும் நீ தான்&lt;br /&gt;சலிக்காத ஒரு பெண்ணும் நீ தான்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few lines from Paartha Mudhal Naale song in Vettaiyaadu Vilayaadu. Was stuck with the way in which the lines were framed, and the way in which it was fitting into the tune as such. As if talyor made, if I am not exaggerating. Wonderful lyrics !! Needless to say, excellent music composed as well. A hot favourite number in the recent times across audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, I was one amongst a million who was so curious in getting to know the name of the person who has composed the lyrics of Kaaka Kaaka. Was so eager to get to know the person behind those splendid lyrics, a sample being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"பெண்களை நிமிர்ந்தும் பார்த்திடா உன் இனிய கண்ணியம் பிடிக்குமே&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;கண்களை நேராய் பார்த்துதான் நீ பேசும் தோரணை பிடிக்குதே"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told by one of my friends that its a SHE and she is Thamarai. From that time till now have been a great fan of her's. Everyone knows and tells that Gautham Menon's movies are synonymous with Harris Jayaraj's music, but less about the silent performer - Thamarai. They three in all make an excellent team. But unfortunately Thamarai is an unsung hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of talent in her, an example which I could quote is that she managed to write a club song (Thoothu varuma - Ramya Krishnan song) in pure Tamil, without any traces of English influence. Incredible really !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here are some facts / information about this awesome talent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basically from Coimbatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Has chosen to write only in Tamil as a policy decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She runs a Tamil School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Thaai Tamil Kalvipani" - the school is the brain child of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her husband Thyagu looks after the school with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was awarded "The best lyricist award" by ITFA in 2004 for her "Ondra Renda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got the state award for her lyrics in Thenali by 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For sure, Thamarai has given a new dimension to the film music, and thereby to the Tamil music. I feel her lyrics definitely has some feminine touch that makes it tenderness personified. Who but a woman could have dreamed up the gorgeous "Vaseegara". It has some variety and strongly shows a demarcation from the other stereotyped lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wishing forward to hear more such lovely lyrics in the future as well from you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-115869392430878509?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/115869392430878509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=115869392430878509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115869392430878509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115869392430878509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-magically-rhyming-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-115834519588312079</id><published>2006-09-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:29.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A few feel good factors for the week !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was ofcourse the routine one interms of the daily workouts, daily rushings to workplace, daily office assignments, usual once in a week night show, and the other usual stuffs, but for being a week that encapsulated a few memorable happenings. Rather memorable events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To start with, me being an ardent fan of Vaigai Puyal Vadiveli, was a bit upset on seeing his contribution in his latest movie "Thimiru", and ofcourse was expecting from him a movie of the likes of WINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between that, it was a loooooong time that me and my roomie Giri went for a movie together (say 15 days - ha haa haaa), and hence we decided to go for a movie this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in getting ourselves with tickets for Yempten Magan (Now "Yem magan") at AVM theatre. A decent theatre, a pretty decent crowd, and a decent movie. Was so happy that the entire crowd (house full) stood at its feet in no time, and maintained pin drop silence when our National Anthem was played before the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Vadivelu just rocked. I felt it was a masterpiece worth lauding after his stupendous performance in WINNER. Especially his confrontations with Nasser were just stomach tickling. Not just that, this movie showcases his talent as an actor apart from his usual tag as a comedian. Kudos to "Metti Oli" pugazh Thirumurugan for his successful venture into the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Surya weds Jyothika - NDTV screened a few captures from the wedding videos. Gautham Menon said "They had a wonderful chemistry while shooting Khaakka Khaakka. It was on the expected lines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The aforesaid quote says it all. It was buzzing around for quite sometime from now. And they did pair up so very well. And most of all, quite a few people were happy for the couple for having got married. Might be attributed to the fact that both Surya and Jyothika were the darlings of the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes - Long live the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last to mention, but most important of all to me was the way in which the MASTER came back to action with a BANG !! How many times do we see this Man, rather this LAD, come out of the nagging injuries and a so called faltering form with a bang. And how many times do his critics do get back from him only through his batting skills. I wonder if he is the new comeback King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141 from 148 balls and most importantly the innings included five boundaries that cleared the rope. This is the first instance after six years that Sachin has hit more than four sixes in a match. Some indications??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have started talking about his retirement, but I could see and wish a minimum three solid years left in this Maestro. And that too my intuitions grew stronger after watching this particular innings of him. Whatsoever, whenever this gentleman arrives at the crease, the crowd erupts.. And the nation sings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, Mr. Sachin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the three feel good factors, for the otherwise pretty ordinary week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-115834519588312079?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/115834519588312079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=115834519588312079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115834519588312079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115834519588312079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-feel-good-factors-for-week-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-115803137001541888</id><published>2006-09-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:05:13.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHE IS A FANTASY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 02, 2006. A new joinee to our flat in Kodambakkam. She joined the so far guys' fort, and became the first woman to be among bachelors in the history of 29, Mangalam Appartments... She was damn hot, cute and most of all very slim. We did have a tough time in terms of getting to know about her past history, and then finally allowing her to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ! Just hold on... Am talking about my new take home - a laptop. Yup she's ACER TravelMate 2420. I have been for so long an ardent admirer of laptops, and me getting a laptop was on the expected lines, if not inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a matter of getting a nod from my parents in the aforesaid regard, as it was definitely a slightly big investment decision. I basically look forward to get their consensus in whatever decision I make. Might be, I prefer playing it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a thorough brainstorming with regard to my need, my affordability at this point in time, my liking and my preference, I shortlisted to either of COMPAQ or ACER. We did enquire about the Lenovas, the Toshibas, the Dells, the SONY Vaios (too much, huh??!!), and even the Saharas. Also I had a temptation of waiting till someone known to me coming from the US, as the deals there were so very good. But could not resisit buying her immediately finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearence do matter! Cos that was one of the major demarking and deciding factors between COMPAQ and ACER. Was really stuck by the finishing involved with ACER, the color, the overall appearance, the slimness, the weightlessness and a certain features. She's gonna be mine was what I felt after seeing the ACER TravelMate 2420.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, but the kinda freebies offered for the price it was offered at made me feel it was a pretty decent deal. Now that she has become an integral part in me and my life, now that she has become a fourth member in our flat (including Giri's Advent), now that she has become my proud possession, and most importantly now that she has become my new companion, I could not resist saying "SHE IS A FANTASY !!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/02092006%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 191px; height: 143px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/02092006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 183px; height: 137px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/02092006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-115803137001541888?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/115803137001541888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=115803137001541888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115803137001541888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115803137001541888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-is-fantasy-september-02-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-115279738246651585</id><published>2006-07-13T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:22:22.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MBAs' day out !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chetu for all of us, a senior guy in our batch, a great representative of our MBA batch of 2005 is the first scape goat... Among us, he has been the first mover in many ways. In the business world, a first mover is a company that aims to gain an advantageous and perhaps insurmountable market position by being the first to establish itself in a given market. Chetu, obviously was a first mover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First in getting appreciated by the faculties for his efforts in terms of presenting a given topic. First in terms of putting an effort in the greatest event Yukti (A management meet). First in getting placed via a campus process. And should be hence the first in getting married among guys of tsm 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 12 of us were adamant in not missing a bit of Anoop's blushes and of course his wedding. And all the more were we adamant that we are not gonna miss being in "The God's own country".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey began. We were by that time aware and were informed that this one is gona be a bit on the longer ones. And thereby a bit hectic as well. Obviously we were excited, and also happy that we are gona meet old friends, and spend some quality time with them. Venky, Adi Boy n me started from Kollywood itself and as always rushing to the station in the eleventh hour relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached the station Sabs, Subbu, Pavi, n Prad were there on time, to our surprise (Dei - Oru naalavathu class ku time ku vanthirpeengala da??!!). Then came Shan, Aji, Praveen (my new machi) and Karthik. Our trip has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, most of us tried to prove that we were MBAs. Yup, how many strategies, and how many objectives, even for the easiest of the tasks - drinking water. Poor Praveen was of course the one who was hit by our (Me and Venkat) strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was thoroughly memorable. Rather quite enjoyable... What started as an intra-chat (kusukusu), slowly became an inter-chat (oorae sirichathu). Cracking jokes, nakkals and lolaangithanams were so very adorable by all. Played dumb-C till we were forced by the TTE and the police to go to sleep, after of course our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning (rather late afternoon), we were there with the real MAAPI... MAAPI in all smiles invited us, and ensured that we were put up in our respective rooms, for getting refreshed. Afterall he is renown, rather notorious for his planning and stuffs alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the guest house, we promptly went to chetu's house. Probably this was the only instance wherein all of us got ready on time. AVVALAVU PASI... We were given a warm welcome by chetu's parents, and all the more important were given wonderful food to eat. 20 minutes, summa moochu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinara thinara &lt;/span&gt;saaptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our turn to have some sight seeing. Boating, beach, songs while travelleing - the evening went on this way. By the time we reached back to Anoop's home, we were told there would be a get together among family guys n frenz. Aana ippidi oru get together a yaarum ethirpaakala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A for Aristocrat, B for Bagpiper lernthu, Y for Yotoc, Z for Zingaro varai thattupaadae illama sarakku. Koochamae illatha namma pasanga. This combination got along so well. Odd men out - me n venky. But still we could make out for this loss by compensating that with the heaps of gobi manchurians and chilli bajjis that went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the place was EVACUATED, we went back to our guest house and made ourselves ready for the World Cup third place match between Germany and Portugal. Few bets were on, and I was one of the fortunate duos who realized the bet. Go GERMANY Go, we chanted, and so did Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning Myl joined us from Bangalore, and all were there for our CHETU's moment with him. To be honest, that was the first time I gotto be inside a Church and be a spectator for a Christian wedding. The experience, with the happiness that one of my classmates getting married was soooo good. The moment arrived, and Chetu's face showed it all. A sense of happiness cum pride was explicitly obvious in his face. Greetings, and greetings around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our lunch, and were by then a bit exhausted. We moved back to our guesthouse then and none could resist sleeping there for sometime. Bye bye we said to the newly wedded couple, and reached station staging a good bye to Trivandrum as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part came now. What started as a hum by a few, turned out to be an anthakshari and then followed by dedication of blockbuster songs that we sung together till 2 AM (Started by 5:30 PM). Each of us was happy, and I could feel an air of relaxation cum a touch of our olden golden days at TSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the train reached Central, I thought not a single soul felt a bit of loneliness or boredom creeping in, during those two wonderful days. Definitely would need some more trips of this kind in the coming days. This trip was definitely away from our routine corporate life, where we are unknowingly getting into a quicksand called machine life. Hardly do we get time to laugh, to sit and chat with fellow friends, to relax, at times even to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but never the least my wishes to the couple. LONG LIVE HAPPILY Mr.ANOOP NITA and Mrs. NITA ANOOP !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-115279738246651585?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/115279738246651585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=115279738246651585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115279738246651585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115279738246651585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/07/mbas-day-out-anoops-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-115053328110791425</id><published>2006-06-17T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/me%20n%20giri%20-%20cam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/me%20n%20giri%20-%20cam.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/me%20n%20giri.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm liking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SWEET HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 19, 2006. Got my possessions shifted to our new appartment in Kodambakkam in auto (obviously a bachelor's possession at this point in time is minimal). After thorough brainstorming (am an MBA, right?!!) with my roomie Giri, we finalised this appartment as this place was close to both of our offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainstorming was made a bit easier, as we had only this option at that time (he hee heee). And somehow we decided not to check other options as both were desperately looking for a house... And our plan was to stay there for a while and hunt a better house, which ofcourse didnot last much long (the plan). A furnished house was the decisive factor in finalising this one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days there was a bit frustrating and alienating. Self Cooking was fascinating the first couple of days. Should not call it cooking, cos but for dosas n bread toasts nothing else I did to highlight it as my cooking skill. Any ways since it was mouth filling, I can assume it as cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the curiosity and the interest in the so-called cooking faded away, and cooking became mundane the next issue arose. Washing vessels - a real head ache... Now cooking I felt was a lot more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a challenge in overcoming the frustration that crept out of the unfamiliar tasks of maintaining a house, I somehow consciously started feeling a satisfaction in whatever I did, which gave me a gut feeling now that I could manage maintaining a house on my own, if not master it. I now could really appreciate my mom's house-making skills in all sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I feel that all these self cooking, self shopping and things of these likes are attributed to me moving to our appartment. Else I would have been the same idle one as I was in my earlier days. And a great junk of my easy transformation was catalysed by none other than my roomie, Giri. His lessons in the UK, where he got accustomed to home-maintanence played a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder that a guy who took no less than 50 minutes making 4 chappathis, is now managing to make gothumai ravai upmas and puttus in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to our flat, the calm residential zone, housing a beautiful park near has attracted me to an extent that I wake up &lt;strong&gt;too early&lt;/strong&gt; (6.45 am !!! too early, right?) these days, and go for a walk with my roomie daily. Access to whatever shops on earth, an ATM at my doorsteps, relatively serene and calm area are a few points worth-mentioning about our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave out the free airflow that aids us to survive even in the scorching Chennai heat without any coolers. No more is this place is estrange for me. I'm liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow the place which I felt alien initially, is the one am FEELING AT HOME now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-115053328110791425?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/115053328110791425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=115053328110791425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115053328110791425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/115053328110791425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-liking-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-114588512179005745</id><published>2006-04-24T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:12:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/sachin-autograph.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/200/sachin-autograph.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/598.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 265px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/598.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/13631152_1sachin_tendulkarSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 194px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/13631152_1sachin_tendulkarSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/gallery_sachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 187px; height: 232px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/200/gallery_sachin.jpg" border="0" height="256" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/19_8_2005_Tendulkar27.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/19_8_2005_Tendulkar27.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/57466.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 206px; height: 225px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/57466.0.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;Happy Birthday Mr. Sachin !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special day of yours, wana just share this humble thought of mine, that has been inculcated in me for more than a decade now - &lt;strong&gt;"You are my favourite..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Sachin !! Would love expressing my love and respect on you, for the immense happiness you had given us, (particularly me) thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Sachin, for being a terrific entertainer and for being a perfect role model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-114588512179005745?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/114588512179005745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=114588512179005745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114588512179005745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114588512179005745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-mr_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-114388097042626362</id><published>2006-03-31T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:27.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I am like now, and for what I am not like now the following are the MAJOR influential factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Parents&lt;br /&gt;2. My school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel its impossible for me to describe my relationship with my parents through words (never quantifiable) and therefore could not really bring out the influence that they had in me. Let me come to the other factor, my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only fresh, unsullied, lively memories come into my mind on hearing someone say 'school'. And its impact - Huge and deep. The holy place where I did my schooling was Chinmaya Vidyalaya, Tirunelveli. Known as the Oxford city of South India, for the number of education institutions in and around the city and the world class education they offer, Chinmaya is one of the best schools in Tirunelveli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were very selective and choosy in making this decision. The all important decision of selecting the school wherein their son is gonna get educated. They had to weigh many options, and of all the important one of looking at the distance part. At the time of me joining my LKG, I had to travel somewhere around 12 KM from my house to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, at that point of time, they never allowed either complacency or a compromise to creep in, and hence I was blessed to be a Chinmayan right from my KG classes. Never could I forget the first day. I could not but remember my first day. I never made an issue or problem, and was a samathu payyan likingly going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have by now entered to my class room, and some 25 odd other kids (Guys by now) were there, most of them weeping, and some crying loudly. I was sitting there bravely looking at them thinking, "What the hell is happening? Come on buddies, cheer up". My mom was the one who accompanied, and she was made to feel proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yen payyan samathu". All of a sudden, they asked all the parents to leave the place. I was a bit tensed. Then, without any notice, they shut the door closed. That's it. A loud cry, not from my fellow buddies, but from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could absolutely recollect that moment even now. From that first day, till I got all my certificates indicating my eligibility for a bachelor's degree, my school has given me many learnings (obviously). I can proudly say that I am a Chinmayan, and I do say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the aspects which most of the schools (at that time) did not touch, that our school mastered and tried transferred to us were Moral Science, Gita chanting, and Phonetics. Many believe that most Chinmayans coming out will be strong disciplinarians. I feel this could be attributed to the Moral education that has been inculcated in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment in which we were brought up is worth a mention as well. Hardly you could feel the heat of the sun, and mostly you would be guarded under the shadows of huge, traditional trees. We used to have two days Sadhana camp every year, that would give us the energy for getting charged up the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinmaya Vidhyala is not merely a school for most of us. It was a way of living, a holy place where we learnt many good things, apart from studies, apart from discipline, apart from respect and apart from education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a way of giving respect and a way of thankgiving, let me give my school pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We stand as one family bound to each other with love and respect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We serve as an army, courageous and disciplined, ever ready to fight against all low tendencies and false values within and without us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live honestly the noble life of sacrifice and service producing more than what we consume and giving more than what we take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We seek the Lord's grace to keep us on the path of virtue, courage and wisdom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Thy grace and blessings flow through us to the world around us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We believe that the service of our country is the service of the Lord of Lords, and devotion to the People is the devotion to the Supreme Self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know our responsibilities, give us the ability and courage to fulfill them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OM-TAT-SAT"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinmayan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-114388097042626362?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/114388097042626362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=114388097042626362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114388097042626362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114388097042626362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-school-for-what-i-am-like-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-114372463770925186</id><published>2006-03-30T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:27.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;THALAIVARU THIMINGALAM THAANUNGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a custom weekday evening, I was one amongst a million bachelors (empathy) watching Sun Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why sun music? Could be attributed to the following two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Typical hatred and boredom developed from the childhood days, due to the inability to overcome my grandma's and mom's passion towards mindblogging (!!??!!), mundane teleserials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* No Set top box (And hence, no Ten sports, Star movies and those kinds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I unintenionaly gave a couple of minutes rest to my poor remote controller. A man in a gaudy yellow silk shirt and a white dhoti, with a neck cover of the red came on the screen. Basically being a music lover, irrespective of whatever the kind being (may be it gaana or melody or rock or ghazal) I enjoyed the beat of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There existed a strangeness or alienness in the way in which the entire song was presented, that created a curiosity in me, and hence probably a liking on the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange body language with His (the singer on screen) hands and fingers mostly doing the dance, rather than any other part of His body, a cooler, a dark thin man holding a microphone and absolutely following His actions and lip movements, a hardcore dappanguthu choreography were a few strangers worth mentioning that invited my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed. The tune has made a half way mark entrance in to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, while I was busy skipping channels, the same song appeared on screen. Now that I got a feel of the tune, I now paid more attention in collecting other general details about the song. What is the movie? Who was the music composer? and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the research, I got an interesting piece of info. The man who sang on screen, was also the one who sung behind. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GAANA ULAGANATHAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a bit more research on him. The following were some info about the "Vaala meenu" pugal Ulaganathan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Born, brought up in Vyasarpaadi&lt;br /&gt;* Horned his singing skills by singing in Marriages and death ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;* Had already sung a song Gummango in the album Machi (music by A.R.Rehana, S - God's own sister)&lt;br /&gt;* He and his small troop used to drink the whole night, bringing out songs in between&lt;br /&gt;* A good lyricists apart from singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure this guy is gonna reach heights of his own. Eg. The next week of the release of the movie (Chithiram Pesuthadi), he was given the privilege of addressing Aanantha Vikatan, followed by a couple of stage shows with the City's leading orchestras... Why not would the orchestra troops be fond of Him? That too after the Vazha Meenu song becoming a blockbuster hit. Every day sun music starts the day and ends it with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best Gaana Ulags ! Ent&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/185/2454/320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ertain us more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-114372463770925186?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/114372463770925186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=114372463770925186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114372463770925186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114372463770925186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/03/thalaivaru-thimingalam-thaanungo-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-114346866661146141</id><published>2006-03-27T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T10:41:59.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 21, 2005. A wait worth 24 years came to a halt. A pleasant halt. To be very honest, the &lt;strong&gt;conscious efforts&lt;/strong&gt; in terms of learnings, value additions, personal refinement, flexibility and the &lt;strong&gt;sacrifices&lt;/strong&gt; resulting in the curbing of the sportsman in me was zeroed down in realising this particular moment ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to be very precise and accurate, 21 January 2005, 8:10 PM was the moment when I received a call that surmounted loads of expectations and tensions. Never had I been so lenient and receptive to a roaming call. A call that lasted around 6-7 minutes. The end of which was the arrival of The moment. Felt as if I had been waiting for this moment for years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment - Me getting placed in Quadrangle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the blessed, lucky, and probably apt guys who was selected after a day long rigorous interview process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more important was that of getting placed via a campus selection. I am giving my parents a pride, wherein, they now can and will say "My son has got a campus placement". Overcoming 12 hard, knowledgeable HR contestants was not an easy ask, and doing so convincingly was another aspect that brought a grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction, a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did after hearing and digesting the news was a telephone call to my parents. All the more eager were they. On the way to the booth (Courtesy - nill balance in my mobile), I have made ready of how to deliver this happiest news to my Parents. My mom picked the receiver, and I tried speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life, had I felt speaking a pain. Not a word came out my mouth. If I am not exaggerating, tears were running down my cheeks, unknowingly. Then a loud cry. Stunned was the lady attending the booth. A 24 year old sobbing aloud, never minding her presence. It took all my efforts in saying, rather sharing this piece of news to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amma, velai kidachidichu ma"... A loud, lively lovely voice reciprocated, "Yemma Karthy, Congrats ma, rombbbba santhosam". Transferred to dad, weeping from my end again. A confession made "Me getting placed is purely attributed to you both dad". For a change, my dad wept, after a Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages and calls followed then from my well wishers and friends. With due respect to their support and wishes, I say, none could be compared to the likes of my mom's wish and my dad's tears. For me, my life's most emotional moment were those two hours. A moment I would cherish for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point of time I would like to express my Gratitude to the company that dared hiring me (I now feel rightly so). THANK YOU QUADRANGLE... For not only believing me, for not only giving a halt to my long wait, for not only making me aware of my capabilities, for not only making my efforts rewarded, but also for gifting me &lt;strong&gt;The moment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-114346866661146141?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/114346866661146141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=114346866661146141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114346866661146141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114346866661146141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/03/moment-jan-21-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-114251289185407963</id><published>2006-03-16T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:35:26.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first write up gave me an all important lesson of not to publish, until an initial proof reading is done. Because I myself found many errors and mistakes in it. Since I intend not to make my first baby (first post) error prone, I am drafting another and hence the corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;REFINED BLA BLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My first bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, I would like to touch something of my interest, just to aid my comfort zone in terms of expressing. And fortunately it so happened that, at the time of me getting enrolled to blog, I had the fortune of atleast staring at NDTV headlines - "HISTORIC WIN". (Courtesy - Implementation and monitoring of Set top box in Chennai city)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caption undermining the HISTORIC EVENT. Then upon hearing the entire story and about the incredible so called cricket match, me similar to a million was speechless. The first buying decision that came into my mind after the episode was that of a set top box. After all, I was deprived of watching the episode, that too on a Sunday, just because of the non availability of a set-top-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A record held for 10 long years by the Srilankans was broken by the until now World conquering Aussies. Never would have at that point of time anyone thought that the record broken after 10 yrs, would be thrashed again in another 4 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this was the most brief time period that a record was held in International cricket. This by itself was a record. Probabaly, I would personally wana probe into the breakfast and the luncheon served to the cricketers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad were they. The batsmen in particular. Saw few shots executed by Gibbs n Smith (Courtesy - NDTV news again), never had i felt the phrase 'murdered the attack' more suitable in any context of the game so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered also was the Aussie supremacy.... To be honest, the entire match gave me an unusual pleasure in the fall of them, and the brutal beating given by the SAfricans in the all important FINALE... A bilateral series defeat after 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the beginning to the end of the Aussie regime?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-114251289185407963?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/114251289185407963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=114251289185407963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114251289185407963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114251289185407963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-write-up-gave-me-all-important.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23744230.post-114242866540203102</id><published>2006-03-15T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T10:32:47.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My first bla bla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, I would like to touch something of my interest, just to aid my comfort zone in terms of expressing. And fortunately it so happened, at the time of me getting enrolled to blog, I had the fortune of atleast staring at NDTV headlines - "HISTORIC WIN". (Courtesy - Implementation and monitoring of Set top box in Chennai city)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caption undermining the HISTORIC EVENT. Then upon hearing the entire story and about the incredible so called cricket match, me similar to a million was speechless. The first buying decision that came into my mind after the episode was that of a set top box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I was deprived of watching the episode that too on a Sunday just because of the non availability of a set-top-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;WAHT A MHATCH!!! (misspelt to emphasize on my disbelief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A record held for 10 long years by the Srilankans was broken by the until now World conquering Aussies. Never would have at that point of time thought that the record held for 10 yrs, would be thrashed in another 4 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this was the most brief time period that a record was held in International cricket. This by itself was a record. Probabaly, I would personally wana probe to the breakfast and the luncheon served to the cricketers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad were they. The batsmen in particular. Saw few shots executed by Gibbs n Smith (Courtesy - NDTV news again), never had i felt the phrase 'murdered the attack' more suitable in any context of the game so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered also was the Aussie supremacy.... To be honest, the entire match gave me an unusual pleasure in the fall of them, n the brutal beating given by the SAfricans in the all important FINALE... A bilateral series defeat after 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the beginning to the end of the Aussie regime?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23744230-114242866540203102?l=ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/feeds/114242866540203102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23744230&amp;postID=114242866540203102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114242866540203102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23744230/posts/default/114242866540203102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganesh-arasu.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-bla-bla-to-start-with-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17682097723312811404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
