<?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-4894888373710210619</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:49:36.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>molu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-380776742919484782</id><published>2010-04-20T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:53:57.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Mumbai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I always wondered what's so great about Mumbai. Why Anuj, Ashwin&amp;nbsp;and Anu keep irritating me boasting about Mumbai. That day, I told Anuj&amp;nbsp;and Ashwin that whats so big deal, its just like another city. I got big lecture from both of them.. I didnt dare to speak the same to Anu. (I would have missed all my dinners).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anu had booked train for our journey to Mumbai. Maybe she wanted to get accustomed to train journey. Through the train journey, I realized never to go by what she looks!.. she might be thin or in better words slim but she didnt stop eating vada pavs from all possible stations available. Again, Mumbai delicacy it seems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was hot &amp;amp; humid, I kept telling her we should have gone by car. she gave me her dirty looks and went back to eat vada pav and started reading some novel (again story based out of Mumbai) voraciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Finally, we reached Kalyan. Dad was waiting for us. The station was so huge. It looked like Ernakulam station with lots of rush, crowd and dirt. We boarded one local train, Anu and Dad were talking in an alien language like should we go by fast or slow, lets go to platform no 2 or else to 5. I dont understand what is the difference in all these platforms. Trains will obiviously stop right!.. hmmm... I didnt get it anyhow. Knowing my confused look, Anu tried to explain but it had fallen to deaf ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We got into the train. The train was very fast. I think its 90km/hr but still I can drive my car in 120km/hr.Hmm... the sound of the train looks like its changing gears. I liked it. Surely this train is different. Anu&amp;nbsp;and Dad were discussing about new station called "Copper"... hahhahaa.. how can one name station on metal.. anyway, I wont forget this station's name. Dad tried to&amp;nbsp;familiarize me with the list of stations but I couldnt. The names are so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We reached Mulund station. Outside the station, I could see numerous hawkers selling and yelling and marketing themselves. We got into a rickshaw to go home. Anu was telling bus ticket charges only 5rs, I wonder why rick is needed which can charge fortunes like it does in Bangalore. Reached home, rick charge 21rs., Dad didnt have change, so rick driver took only 20rs. Hmmm.. I liked rickshaw drivers also! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Being with Anu, I have got her hunger pangs transferred. Amma must have thought that she would receive some sort of relief from her son-in-law but in fact, I troubled her most with my exotic dishes demands (chucks... smile with a wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I knew Anu is very particular about time but that runs in a family was history and "military" for me.Achan had told us to get ready by 7am on the very next day for our numerous visits already scheduled. Achan has arranged for Omni van for our travel. The very morning, I saw lots of monkeys in Anu's colony. (Maybe her friends..chucks... smile with a wink again) and then I realized her colony is just behind Sanjay Gandhi National Park and if lucky, I can also spot a leopard. Anu had seen it in various occasions, now I also want to spot atleast one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;With numerous visits, we finally reached Khopoli met our relatives and then headed towards Khandala. Singing me hear "Athi kya Khandala", I could seen suppressed smile on amma's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S814Hae51bI/AAAAAAAAC_o/h7ZPrucOeYU/s1600/IMG_5449+(800x600).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S814Hae51bI/AAAAAAAAC_o/h7ZPrucOeYU/s320/IMG_5449+(800x600).JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was very very very hot and I was completely dehydrated.But Pune-Mumbai express highway excited and urged me to come in car for the next Mumbai visit. Later we went to amma's friend's place. Can you believe it? They own a factory which exports fish to Europe!!... (hahaaahahahha.. with devilish wicked smile). Thanks to my wife and amma, they both happily said that I am like a cat and love to eat fish&amp;nbsp;most of&amp;nbsp;the time. The very next day, 5kgs of prawns and promfrets are delivered in our house. My days were becoming interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The next destination was Powai Hiranandhani which I have seen and heard in movies. The relative of ours owns three houses there.. I wonder whether he works in merchant navy or some mafia. Who else can gift his wife house at Hiranandhani on valentine's day. Poor my wife, I dont even remember when did we celebrate Valentine's day or did we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The most important activity that I did today was eating lots of prawns like butterfly prawns, tiger prawns... (eeeee... I sound like Anu now.. anyway, I enjoyed my food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S81_QLRz3FI/AAAAAAAAC_w/XDQY-NT7Cdo/s1600/IMG_5561+(800x600).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S81_QLRz3FI/AAAAAAAAC_w/XDQY-NT7Cdo/s320/IMG_5561+(800x600).JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We went to CST i.e. Chatrapathi Shivaji Terminus, yaya.. the same place were terrorist was photographed, yes again, the same place where polar bear hugs the guy and he dances like mad in the ad. Amma and Anu got into ladies compartment. Anu had long list of precautions and tips for me while getting into train. I was supposed to get inside and stand in the side and not in the middle of the bogie. Also, I am supposed to get inside the seating area and snatch any seat at the earliest possible, preferably, window seat facing towards the destination. It was an Herculean task for me but Achan the great and experienced pushed everyone away and I got seat. I was happy. I was smiling all the time to see how the city is so calm even with this fast life. I could see that Anu was not feeling well and was already dehydrated before reaching Gateway of India. Maybe I should have brought vada pav for her, she would have forgotten her worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S81_hcrKNpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/zTq4QFlsyUw/s1600/IMG_5521+(800x600).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S81_hcrKNpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/zTq4QFlsyUw/s320/IMG_5521+(800x600).JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were going to see Elephanta caves. Anu being in mumbai for 22yrs, she was visiting Elephanta caves for the first time. The only reason of she not going there was that&amp;nbsp;reaching there was only possible by boat. She was brave enough to be on boat for 45mins this time though! ( I bought three balaji chips packet and two frooti with five rs. extra for each packets).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;After Elephanta journey, Anu wanted to explore&amp;nbsp;all earrings, necklaces hawkers by bargaining, fighting and getting it her way. She was very much charged and excited by then.She kept getting into different sub roads and headed as if she knows whole mumbai, later, I heard her telling achan that she doesnt know where we all are&amp;nbsp;heading towards.&amp;nbsp;That's it, I called for taxi and we went back to CST station.hmmm.. I liked CST and Taxis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We got into new advanced train where&amp;nbsp;stations were announced every now and then. I was more interested in seeing Dharavi. Anu&amp;nbsp;had openly showed me the slums next to Ghatkopar which in similar lines of Kamatipura and I was wondering how to ask her about those lanes. Dharavi didnt look like slums, there houses were built out of bricks and asbestos. Maybe that's why it is so huge and popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time and days flew off in Mumbai and I completely enjoyed the free time I spent there. My earlier preception about Mumbai is changed abit. Mumbai is quite different from other cities. You will see all types of cars right from Omni to Lexus but most of people like to commute by train. My most important research was that household provisions are economical in Mumbai. Sugar is rs.8 less in Mumbai compared to Bangalore.Here buses run on CNG and so does many taxis and rickshaws. The sincerity shown by rickshaw drivers are remarkable.People eventhough are busy with their lives, they will stop and ackowlegde your presence. They respected and considered me as their son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I realized that I sounded very excited when I used to give my updates to my mom in Kerala. I could see the feeling of pride in Anu's eyes when I spoke about Mumbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eventhough still Trivandrum is my favorite destination, I like Mumbai too!(smiling with content feeling). It is surely worth visiting place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-380776742919484782?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/380776742919484782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=380776742919484782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/380776742919484782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/380776742919484782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-like-mumbai.html' title='I like Mumbai!'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S814Hae51bI/AAAAAAAAC_o/h7ZPrucOeYU/s72-c/IMG_5449+(800x600).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-999258934580237620</id><published>2010-04-07T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:40:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aamchi Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Mumbaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Ganapat chal daru la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Yeh hain mumbai meri jaan...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What makes Mumbai a.k.a Bombay a.k.a Jadoo ki nagiri so unique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Below are the options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1.India's financial capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2.Vada Pav and Pav Bhaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3.Bollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4.Marathi Maanus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5.Happy go lucky spirit; never say no attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6.Spaceless always crowded local train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;7.Underworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;8.Bomb Blasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;9.Dharavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10.All the above and many more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I go with option 10. As they say for Las Vegas.. I must say once you live in mumbai you will be mumbaikar for your lifetime.. no matter which region, religion, caste or creed...&amp;nbsp;You won't know the love for Mumbai when you stay there but once you are out of the magicial shell of Bombay, you will have time only to brood over Mumbai and "hysterically" "animatingly" (word created by me) pour out your feelings about Mumbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Stayed..lived..felt..smelt..ate..breathe..slept...in Mumbai for 21yrs. My complete youthful age of my life.. even after 2yrs away from this nagiri I still get excited when someday speak in Marathi. I always have a big share of my outrageous or commendable options when someday mentions about Vadapav, Juhu Beach, Bandra bandstand, CST, Shivaji Maharaj, ShivSena and so on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Many say Mumbaikars dont bother to help person who is at distress even when the person is crying or howling between the railway tracks... but they miss to see the great and inspiring deeds put forth by Mumbaikars during the times of flood, bomb blasts or terrorist attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;True, there is wave of regionalism hit like tsunami, true that you cannot guarantee your life getting into Virar local, but it is also true that Mumbai is the same city where all Indian festivals are celebrated the way it should be.. it is same place where you make friends of your lifetime travelling through the same local train..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When am trying to pen down more thoughts, I am unable to frame sentences for Mumbai.. You have to experience once in your life time and you will also feel proud to call yourself as a Mumbaikar... its like your know the smell of the prefume but unable to describe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;LOVE YOU MUMBAI!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-999258934580237620?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/999258934580237620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=999258934580237620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/999258934580237620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/999258934580237620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2010/04/aamchi-mumbai.html' title='Aamchi Mumbai'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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-4894888373710210619.post-144132261540569633</id><published>2010-03-22T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T03:58:32.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best Voyages!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Lucky/Crazy/Pampered bum.. call me whatever you can... but I must say.. I had all my versions of adventure in one hell lot of fun trip to Coorg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1.Lucky because of my near to death experience... (&lt;em&gt;still gives me goosebumps..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2.Crazy because I was mad enough to take snaps of my Yamadooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3.Pampered because of my husband who fought with his friends for my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was an optional holiday at our workplace and all our tour members had booked their trip on that day itself. I was regretting to be in office and missing all the fun at Irruppu falls. The lazy day was spend eating all junk food (&lt;em&gt;the only exercise which I religiously practice when I am depressed&lt;/em&gt;). At around 2.45pm, Shyam surprised me by mentioning that we would leave 15mins early (&lt;em&gt;Though, time given was 3.00pm to start from office,&amp;nbsp;my expectation was to leave only by 4.00pm considering Shyam's dedication to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;). Along with our friend Venkat we started our voyage. With stops at numerous toll plazas and Mc D, we continued our trip. I was abreast to all the fun and stops of our counter team which made me more gloomy. To kill my inner ego, I demanded for food like a Kumbhakaran does every six months. My poor husband had to stop at Cafe Coorg which was an exact replica of CCD but prices there blew up my brain away.. Finally we bought three cup cakes for rs.10/- each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Without food and fun, I was completely drained and my mind had become a crib monster by that time. Once clock struck 8.00pm, we started getting numerous calls from our already panicked friend Mr. EVK to come fast..(&lt;em&gt;arree.. we were only&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;half way through&amp;nbsp;and he wants us to reach the resort! Are we supposed to fly?)&lt;/em&gt; He added petrol, diesel, and all sorts of flammable objects to my wound by declaring that no dinner for us, thanks to cup cakes, I was able to have my vision! Suddenly it struck to Shyam that we have lost our route. I guess, being hungry made all my bile to get into my head and I was yacking to divert and go to wayand or whichever place that road takes us to.&amp;nbsp;Luckily (&lt;em&gt;we thought so&lt;/em&gt;), we saw a checkpost and asked one elderly person to guide us the route. He said only one thing "&lt;em&gt;straight onnde&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;route&lt;/em&gt;". We entered the &lt;em&gt;onnde routu&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and realized that we are the only people travelling and it looked like we were&amp;nbsp;driving to reach Mr. Dracula's villa. For around 70miles, we&amp;nbsp;zoomed our vehicle as if we were the only "ALIVE" kings of the land. I was the pillion in our car and was wandering into the dark and I suddenly noticed that the barks, trees and different types of vegetation was destroyed. I proudly acclaimed that elephants have passed by.(I was very proud of my biologist&amp;nbsp;vision). But didnt predict that we would actually come across one.&amp;nbsp;After ten minutes or so, we witnessed the nature's prefect majestic creature. The gigantic tusker calmy was having his dinner in the left side of the road. &lt;em&gt;(If Veerappan would have seen the tusker, he would have earned millions with 2-3 mts long tuskers). &lt;/em&gt;I was so overjoyed seeing the tusker that I forgot all my whimps and cries, I forgot my dinner, I felt blessed to see my most favourite creature in the wilds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But the tensed and panicked calls didnt stop. We were supposed to reach the cottage before 9pm only then we would get the trip up the hill to cottage. hmmmm... difficult but when shyam is at pilot's seat, please take extra precautionary measures to beat the speed. (&lt;em&gt;He is an excellent driver ever seen, we leave behind Volvo buses with minimum of 3hrs while driving to Kerala and we are still alive. Didnt I say he is excellent!).&lt;/em&gt;Finally we reached "Honey Valley estate" by 10pm with an&amp;nbsp;exciting and painstaking 5kms jeep journey to the cottage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thanks to all of our concerned friends, we were able to have yummisiously delicious dinner. The excitement, the exhilaration, the thrill got into&amp;nbsp;our head and we all finally decided to retire by&amp;nbsp;2.30am with all our creative dumbcharades. Dumbcharades&amp;nbsp;were worth mentioning with movies which was in similar lines to "ASS-sa-nation of "some" Dick-son" (&lt;em&gt;only those who played will understand).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dNfJM4FCI/AAAAAAAAC9w/B7c97ip36vI/s1600-h/IMG_5053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dNfJM4FCI/AAAAAAAAC9w/B7c97ip36vI/s400/IMG_5053.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Thanks to Coorg, I discovered my talents of acting crazy, taking photographs of flowers, bees, insects, coffee beans except human beings. The place was next to heaven. The rays, the morning aroma, colourful flowers.... hmmmm... I miss Honey Valley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dKj12CHMI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/iLMAUJiQqN0/s1600-h/coorg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dKj12CHMI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/iLMAUJiQqN0/s400/coorg.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Owned by Indians, managed by Foreigner, excellent place to sit and dine, though food was the common ones like bread and jam, rice and samabhar, (&lt;em&gt;still makes my mouth watering even when describing&lt;/em&gt;) but it was excellently delicious maybe because of the natural touch thoroughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The place was so mystic that we didnt know what all mysteries would unfold in one day. Honey Valley had their own places to venture. Mr. Jack (&lt;em&gt;still can't forget the&amp;nbsp; jack fruit joke)&lt;/em&gt; officially declared my husband Mr. N E Ghanashyam as the guide for our adventurous hunt. Thanks to the guide book, we lost our destination seven times. But who knew which route was the correct one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dM9HpS6hI/AAAAAAAAC9g/9YFgo2YxDKg/s1600-h/DSCN3735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dM9HpS6hI/AAAAAAAAC9g/9YFgo2YxDKg/s320/DSCN3735.JPG" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dNLgAXE4I/AAAAAAAAC9o/UNDbPzJhDmo/s1600-h/DSCN3753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dNLgAXE4I/AAAAAAAAC9o/UNDbPzJhDmo/s320/DSCN3753.JPG" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the mid of the jungle we ventured with all excitement and energy we had. The map mentioned that we had to walk upstream. We eventually found a place where usually one can see waterfall during rains and we starting navigating upstreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dPMYKlo-I/AAAAAAAAC94/O7FI9P9QxwQ/s1600-h/IMG_5186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dPMYKlo-I/AAAAAAAAC94/O7FI9P9QxwQ/s320/IMG_5186.JPG" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;During this travel, we were instructed to catch trees for support. But adhering to rules would have made me see the actual hell/heaven whatever it might be. Courtesy Sunny Paul, I am still alive. He was considerate enough to tell me not to hold the particular tree. Thanks to my stars, I just recoiled from 10mm distance from a&amp;nbsp;Viper.. my yamadhooth! &lt;em&gt;(Shebs, I owe my life to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sunny)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Plenty of treking, made my stomach churn all the juices out. I was soooo hungry that I thought I have become blind. As history repeats, (repeated from mangalore trip of clash of titans) with jolts&amp;nbsp; and jerks, the group divided into two. The hungry ones left for cottage, while the determined ones went to discover natural swimming pool. With good dose of yummy food and wacky scoldings from Mr. Jack, the hungry souls became energetic and again determined to find the correct route. Shyam and me, Shebs and Sunny and Praveen started their trip and again got lost thrice. Finally two guys from no-where landed in front of us and they&amp;nbsp;guided us the route. When we reached the destination, we could see EVK, Venkat, Anuj, Pavan and Ashwin having their gala time with a firang (&lt;em&gt;ok!..hmmm... it was a guy and he had joined them for some fun.. shake off dirty things from your dirty minds&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dRfmpay7I/AAAAAAAAC-A/oLQb47d91Z8/s1600-h/IMG_5194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dRfmpay7I/AAAAAAAAC-A/oLQb47d91Z8/s400/IMG_5194.JPG" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dRrPtR_HI/AAAAAAAAC-I/mZV7nWFIFUQ/s1600-h/IMG_5195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dRrPtR_HI/AAAAAAAAC-I/mZV7nWFIFUQ/s400/IMG_5195.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gals had free pedicure&amp;nbsp;with the help of&amp;nbsp;"Finned ones" in the water. The journey back to cottage was tiring though we could see mist formation at 4.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dSS4IrmKI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/KBkq2WQKhTQ/s1600-h/IMG_5211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dSS4IrmKI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/KBkq2WQKhTQ/s400/IMG_5211.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The night was ended with camp fire sponsored by visitors (:D) and endless nonsense horror stories of Mr. Praveen Alandkar.Listening to his&amp;nbsp;stories, I wished the new day to rise soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The next day was Valentine's day and our happy couple had their romantic exchanges near the cafeteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We had a halt at mysore, Manju's place and continued back to Bangalore with lots of beautiful and cherishing friendship memories. Two days without mobile range, two days without laptop, two days without farmville, two days without TV... it was just fun, love and celebrations...Those two days of your life which would always shine, glow and leave a print in your happy memories :). It will always long you to have numerous trips again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-144132261540569633?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/144132261540569633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=144132261540569633' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/144132261540569633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/144132261540569633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-best-voyages.html' title='One of the best Voyages!'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/S6dNfJM4FCI/AAAAAAAAC9w/B7c97ip36vI/s72-c/IMG_5053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-6787690468520061845</id><published>2010-01-19T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:26:18.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in Love with my life who is my love! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s funny to know that life always has a twist for the new beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s funny to know that what you thought had somehow become true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s funny to know that your love and desire was strong to break long lasting so called “relationship”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s funny to know that together being for one year, you realized your love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s surprising to know that the person who I saw for one year is completely different and rare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s surprising to know that the person who was always quiet is so passionate and romantic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s surprising to know that both of&amp;nbsp;us who lived in different horizons have common thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s surprising to know that both of&amp;nbsp;us always had that spark of understanding and mutual respect…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s beautiful to know that you reciprocate to all my thoughts and views,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s beautiful to know that even though I love you more but you still express it more than me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s beautiful to know that more than love; you respect me as an individual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s beautiful to know that you will be always with me throughout my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s the most memorable phase of my life and I feel blessed and lucky to have you for my life…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish and hope that we stay together for eternal years….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;log dedicated to my Chanduchettan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-6787690468520061845?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/6787690468520061845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=6787690468520061845' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/6787690468520061845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/6787690468520061845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-in-love-with-my-life-who-is-my.html' title='I am in Love with my life who is my love! :)'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-1792947618343221834</id><published>2009-10-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:56:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What is hobby all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In dictionary, it is meant as an activity for pleasure or relaxation at your free time. In the simplest way, I can explain “hobby” as an act of recreation for yourself. It is your own way to make you happy. And nothing other than writing makes me reflect my inner world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The psychology behind my hobby might be because I am an introvert. I feel I can express best through the flow of literature and by capturing the essence of any act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My hobby of writing doesn’t mean to limit myself within the social boundary. It goes beyond through various emotions, experiences and most important “creativity”. If “necessity” is the mother of all inventions then “creativity” would be forefather of all imaginations which lead to inventions. The pleasure of writing helps me relaxing myself and allows me to fly away with the bunch of colorful imaginations across. One may not venture through various experiences in his/her reel life but by writing, I can even do bungee jumping. Writing has become a passion more than hobby now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My story starts from my childhood when I used to be good at&amp;nbsp;languages essay writing and won various essay competitions at different forums. My love for literature also made me win various elocution accolades too. Thanks to these talents, I was one of the fortunate to meet Dr. Abdul Kalam and ask various questions to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Later on, this passion graduated to composing poems. Poems would be of all emotions right from my anger to romantic mushy ones. When I entered college, I was already known for my poetic talent and also for the rhyming quotes which used to be on the walls of our college during the college festivals. The experiences which I wrote after each trip during college excursions took almost one month to come back to me and enriching feedbacks were that it made all the readers to re-live our trip experiences. Along with me, the readers also enjoyed my journey from poems to blog posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The latest endeavor after getting into corporate world is writing a book based on mischievous deeds of six year old boy named “Chotu”. There are two things that adults lose when they grow up. First being, the imaginative power i.e. creativity and second is the innocence. I am writing the book which will have both the qualities. The naughty acts of the young chap has many innocent and bone tickling incidents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This excitement of writing can be now called as an obsession for me. If anybody says that hobbies are only for relaxation then I would not totally accept it. The reason being, I sometimes treat it as selfish act. Relaxation is the part of it which is true, along with it; I get immense pleasure and contentment that I am able to create a new world with my imagination. The world of words are filled with characters and emotions created by me. It is the world where there is no violence, where there is no hatred. It is completely filled with enjoyment and my deep engraved desires are fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The world of words will help you scream in golden silence, it would help you soar higher. Finally, the world of magic needn’t be created by hijacking your conscience; it can also be created by making you experience it through reading simulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It might not be inspiring, but there are certain things which you cannot describe; it is like one knows the smell of perfume but cannot express the odor. But I am sure; this might have made you ponder for a while to embrace a hobby which excites you, which makes you feel fresh every time you do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my flow of words! This is my latest hobby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-1792947618343221834?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/1792947618343221834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=1792947618343221834' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/1792947618343221834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/1792947618343221834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-latest-hobby.html' title='My latest hobby'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-4894663112116317621</id><published>2009-08-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:31:15.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless destinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The three things which I enjoy most in my life are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1)having bhutta smeared with lemon juice and mixture of salt &amp;amp; chilli powder in cold, heavily raining evening with drinking nice sweet n hot coffee and watching kids/guys playing football....hmmmm....yummmmmy [d spicy corn n not match scene ;) ].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) Watching cartoon network &amp;amp; Hungama channel with "n" supply of snacks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) The most important and most exciting is wondering, roaming aimlessly without knowing the destination and just venturing around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though I always become sad being in Bangalore and missing the first two great experiences as being away from Mumbai, the greatest windfall are the 5 exciting trips in one and half yrs tenure in Bangalore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think considering aside my college excursions which would be always dear to me; the adventures I had here in Bangalore are extremely wonderful and worth boasting...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First gang outing was to Bannerghatta National Park.... It is worth mentioning that life would have been miserable without taking "Praveen Alandkar" to the national park.. Though that place was our hometown and we could find most our species there but nothing like Praveen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLAY-rNt9I/AAAAAAAACxA/P20LjnCWZeM/s1600-h/DSCN2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373568840780068818" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLAY-rNt9I/AAAAAAAACxA/P20LjnCWZeM/s320/DSCN2286.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right from the beginning of the Safari till the end, he has not only entertained his friends but also the co-passengers by his witty and "non-sensical" comments... even the animals if they could understand human language would have died out of laughter...I think the comments just spontaneously splurred out due to the mixture of sunny climate and cool winds....[Praveen is not there in this snap as he was as usual late; the funniest part is he had left early than us from his home but was waiting for us in a wrong bus stop]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were supposed to leave from my place in the morning 9.00am..but the people who complaint that girls come late please smash cowdung on your face. All girls sprang up and got ready before 8.30am and there wasnt any sign of any guys!!!... Finally we left by 11.00am and reached Bannerghatta ontime for "lunch". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Skipping all the ticket storie&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLCqLdcNQI/AAAAAAAACxI/2SdmydpQRec/s1600-h/DSCN2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373571335292990722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLCqLdcNQI/AAAAAAAACxI/2SdmydpQRec/s320/DSCN2384.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s and animal exploring, let me directly jump to the jumbo ride.. All gals were excited for the elephant ride though greedy and insensitive human beings like us failed to notice that both the elephants were actually very old and tired...Being a first timer for an elephant ride, I was extremely happy and excited like a baby watching hearing mobile ring tones (weird simile)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though it was half day local excursion, all of us enjoyed it very well and exciting part was "discuss the first crush of your life".. I must say, I still couldnt makeout how many crushes Divya had (Sorrry, but I am still confused)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Second venture was to Bangalore-Mangalore-Kasargod-Bangalore.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLF7cqIJtI/AAAAAAAACxQ/rhpBMqDDdvg/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373574930502264530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLF7cqIJtI/AAAAAAAACxQ/rhpBMqDDdvg/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is a lifetime memory and I dont think, I will forget this trip, even if I am affected by alzheimer's). Next to my Gir Forest trip in college days, this is the d best trip I had till date. Those bus bugs in supposed to be called "volvo" buses ; Megha n my try to shop in shopper's stop in Mangalore, those weird idea of boating while the climate is like on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eating Kori roti and trying to push it through your foodpipe to reach your intestine incidents will never drain out through your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The most hilarious incident is switching off lights when megha was inside the bathroom and singing "ghumnaam hain koi" songs..the best part is inside bathroom, eventhough geyser was on and megha thought electricity went off...Mindless guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt; throwing dirty sand in the beach on gals and unnecessary fights whether to visit Bekel fort or not...clash of titans ;)...Man, I think this trip has got engraved in my brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though as usual majority won; Bekel fort experience was the most enjoyed and never regretted visit...Hot scorching sun and still our spirits werent dampened &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLJJeb-X4I/AAAAAAAACxY/UfVA8Mz5Jjs/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373578470032826242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLJJeb-X4I/AAAAAAAACxY/UfVA8Mz5Jjs/s320/IMG_1854.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 229px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 306px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(but our body water was totally dehyderated and we all tanned our skin tone to look similar to a buffalo. [except Priya :) who had became more "fairer"!!!].. The mighty ocean and dangerous rocks displayed stupendous view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next junction was Ashwin's house in Mangalore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLOQQXtPwI/AAAAAAAACxg/-SYsqSYE_yw/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373584084074053378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLOQQXtPwI/AAAAAAAACxg/-SYsqSYE_yw/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 303px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Caution: in case you are new to the place and is tempted to ask anyone for the path to Ashwin's home, please dont dare to look behind whether that person exist or not..he might have died some 100yrs ago...Man, That place was really scary even in daylight....Just to prove that I am not scared and very adventurous type of person, I accepted some stupid challenge given by guys... I think I got fever after accomplishing that challenge because I was talking like donald duck and walking like goofy...But kya darr kya fikar when Mr. Ashwin was our guide...Excellent pavbhaji prepared by Bhabhi made my desires come true and then we all went to destruct the calm surrounding, those quiet and beautiful supari plantations...We four idiot mallus invented new racing competition in Mangalore. (thanks to our stars, only Ashwin's family saw us doing that, orelse our whole next generations would have been boycotted in that area) But seriouslly speaking, I enjoyed the supari leaves ride to the core...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Certains experiences in your life will never be forgotten easily and the moment you think of those, you end up wanting for more.... the recent three ventures are yet to described and shared...let me do those honours in the next blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-4894663112116317621?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/4894663112116317621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=4894663112116317621' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/4894663112116317621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/4894663112116317621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2009/08/endless-destinations.html' title='Endless destinations'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SpLAY-rNt9I/AAAAAAAACxA/P20LjnCWZeM/s72-c/DSCN2286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-25065861087239308</id><published>2009-08-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:11:03.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life..my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its almost an year ago, I had ample leisure to pen down my thoughts. Now things have changed, priorities have got changed, loved ones are changed, I have more wrinkles and less hair but my passion to write and explore the parts of the world is still a baby growing every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I always questioned my existence when there was a serious situation. Earlier I never knew why I was alive as I passed through series of trauma which I think nobody in this world should face. But now I realized whatever had happened with me was always for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I never understood why I had to come to Bangalore away from mumbai, from my parents and friends. I was of the impression that I will live and die in Mumbai and no other place. But as I said there was something planned for me. Certain relations you take it for granted and you feel you will never get more than this.. but distance always makes you taste salty water...I was always labelled as unlucky and I thought it might be true..but I realized that it always lies in your mind. The things which you take for granted sometimes can be wrong. The judgement which I took during my teens, I realized it was biggest mistake in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Certain experiences taught me that how your close friends can make you think yourself to be an untouchable, how easily one's character can be become heap of garbage... But as mentioned "every cloud has a silver lining" and my silver lining was shining bright thoroughout the year I was in Banglore and yet I couldnt recognize him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was my first friend in Bangalore and my first collegue.I thought he was the most quietest and thinnest guy I will come across. Days passed teasing him with numerous gals and making fun of his various period called " I am in love"... But later, things got changed. my personal life was deterioting and he became my agony aunt. I approached him for sillest things and he "heard" me out, I poured my emotions but he again "heard" me out, I felt happy and secured with him and thanked my stars that I have my best friend with me in Bangalore and can ask for help even at 2.00am(provided he takes my call ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Days passed and lately things got complicated. Though he was the same guy but our friend circle started making fun of something which never clicked me...but my guts said those fun and taunts had something to do with me and him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With all my mustered courage and consulting my good friend in Bangalore, I asked him the reason of all these things. I asked "Am I involved in any jokes or comments made?" But he with his innocent smile replied "Nothing" as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was with me throughout my rough patch, being the strongest pillar of support. And one day, he spoke.. when he spoke, I could see all birds flying through my ears..I could see colours in different forms and shapes...I could see I am floating amongst the clouds....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In canteen, he spoke and asked me "Will you be my partner throughout my life?"... I took some time to digest that question (but to my favour, he thought I am in deep thoughts ;) ;) ;) )....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didnt know what to say but I knew that I just saw my soulmate. But again, life had just reminded you about your past mistake and I didnt know whether to repeat it and cry over the spilled milk... but as I always go by my instincts, I said "I am ok, but route it through your parents....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That one statement made such a huge difference in my life.. My life took 360degree turn and everything just completely went for a makeover....I am very glad that I made that decision and happy that I have many more helpful and loving friends, excellent family and most important my soulmate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am extremely happy to be in love... in love with the person whom I met an year ago, considered him as my good friend who then got graduated to one of my best friends and now friend of life... He is my life... my love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-25065861087239308?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/25065861087239308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=25065861087239308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/25065861087239308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/25065861087239308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-lifemy-love.html' title='My Life..my love'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-2664144060027158925</id><published>2008-10-28T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:15:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS U ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SQbhWhQWFsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NgLu14A1RN8/s1600-h/Copy+of+today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262140991629301442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SQbhWhQWFsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NgLu14A1RN8/s400/Copy+of+today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;         Friend= A person you know well and regard with affection and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I feel I am lucky to have bunch of such friends out in Mumbai. Whenever I sit back and think about my earlier days, only thing comes to my mind are my college days…..Those golden three years went like three days…I can’t imagine how fast it blew off….Those three years sizzled like ice on hot plate…&lt;br /&gt;    You have to be damn lucky to have excellent friends like mine in that picture. May be I was mistaken to be quiet and bit serious thinker…but it was my mistake to showcase it that way… now I regret of missing those days and fun I would and could have enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Days pass and months and years…true friends always remain together. I seriously miss my friends..i miss jayesh hunt for afghani n terrorist look…I miss anjana’s blush after seeing mr. wolfy!! [;)]..I miss spikey calling me anudi..i miss jayupayu's laughter…I miss sam’s anger and nams confused look…n yeah karthik’s  nonstop irritation pjs….&lt;br /&gt;     I miss those days when we used to bunk zoology lects in second year and sit at Katta…I miss teasing Anjana when huge bulky Happy was around…&lt;br /&gt;   I remember that incident when nams, Anjana n me where bunking as usual and sitting at Katta; where few gang of boys were looking at our feet and trying to say something…then we three simultaneously looked at anjana’s foot to see something dangling and wriggling over there…we didn’t understand what it was and we thought and still believe it was those boys played some prank on us… I am wonderstruck why we three hyper people didn’t react to that incident but after effect of that was very bad I must say.. We three who bunked zoo lect then went back to class to attend FC lects!! I still cnt believe we did this yaar…. n in FC lect I don’t knw why I became hysterical and laughed continuously. I think after reaching home I realized that it was a snake..Shit Man!!! Only creature I am scared about n that’s it…. I was bedridden for getting held tightly by fever!!&lt;br /&gt;   Funny and especially we girls enjoyed was 2nd year trip…tonnes n tonnes of bitching I must….hehehhehehee…we bitched, we ate, we bitched, we ate…d cycle continued till there was opposition made against those three entities in our class….After that trip those three became non living entities for us…I miss our favorite maam..”S_-_r_-ya”. I miss her rapid firing n faster than Rajdhani explanation (if it was supposed to be so).&lt;br /&gt;    In third year, the tension showcased by namita n samhita made me nervous…..But they were the main source of our exam notes at least I have taken all neurobio notes Xeroxed from Namita…we made our Vijay sir to our bro-Vittu…(Who is supposed to be my twin brother!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;   I miss iyer sir’s non stop dictation of notes and Jayesh n Niva coming late for lectures (eventhough they lived in Dadar)…I miss Phadke sir's irritating lect abt marriage n damn irritationg bioinfo...I miss DP’s pav bhaji n  that veg Frankie… n how can I forgot those Samosas…I miss watching those healthy meat balls shaped dogs seen in Matunga…I miss that 1st class (supposed to be sophisticated) people..I miss everything………I want re-live this life again…&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;MORAL of the story&lt;/strong&gt;: Re-live your life by letting yourself becoming a kid again n enjoy life to d max …Never lie to your friends..when you say miss you..mean it!!!&lt;br /&gt;And my great friends, I seriously mean when I say “I MISS YOU ALL”…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-2664144060027158925?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/2664144060027158925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=2664144060027158925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/2664144060027158925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/2664144060027158925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-u-all.html' title='MISS U ALL'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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/_Wtqe2VK9bkA/SQbhWhQWFsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NgLu14A1RN8/s72-c/Copy+of+today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-8168074674014196518</id><published>2007-10-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:41:24.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i....me....myself</title><content type='html'>wat i am...only i knw..i am very mysterious.enigmatic,reserved....all mean d same....i believe in my owns principles....i hav my own set of rules n regulations...n i make sure dey dnt get violated...being a true scorpion..i can jugde my life very well..if am in ashes i cn cum out as pheniox...i write wen am sad...emotions dwnpour wen am hurt badly.....mayb its my stressbuster..ohh ya..stress is my companion...i make my best 2 avoid it..run away frm it..but its always try 2 b my shadow...due 2 dis immense frndship wit it..i hav 2 face sideeffects..der goes dwn d graph of my health...am sensitive nt only emotionally but also physically...i make it a point 2 speak wen sumthing is bad happng around me..am very protective abt my frnds,nature n ny kids am close 2...becoz i believe its frnds (gud or bad) makes u 2 experience d essence of life..not necessary dey sudb ur age..dey cn b ur uncle or grandmom..whoever..evryone around u is ur frnd!!..(1st principle)...nature cn live witout u but u cnt live witout nature...4 me wandering understndg nature is d best thing 2 make myself happy...kids r d only species in world who has got tons of innocence preserved wit dem..am reserved but yet funloving....i like 2 wander around..visit new places venture new areas....i cnt resist sitting hme wen its pourg outside...i always wish 2 expt wit my looks..but der r certain external factors wich prevent me frm doing all dis...i hav many thngs 2 do..but dnt knw wen i wil!!..in d matters of stdies...i love 2 learn but hate 2 giv xams...i believe its nt marks wat determine ur knowlegde..d depth wilb understud only wen one understnds wat knwledge means....i stdy nt 2 get marks but 2 widen my boundary...i lke photography..but alas i dnt hav camera..heheeheee....i cnt control my anger ..i cnt control wat i speak...i jst burst out...wen i fight..my voice goes louder at d same time eyes get waterd..its mixed emotions wat i play wit..am very complicated 2 understnd..i dnt like ppl actg oversmart..but i believe i dnt hav 2 speak 2 dem until n unless dey matters 2 me...am possessive person...but i knw wat i demand..i dnt go overboard,i dnt demand 2 get moon....i wish 2 hav things wat i can afford 2...but i want 2 achieve gud position in my life..so dat i cn give my kids all want dey ask 4..but wnt spoil dem..hehehe...i hav verrrrrrrrrrrrrry few close frnds...der wer many but certain cudnt accept wat i brutually speak d truth....i accept truth if nyone said abt me..n try 2 change it....but nyone bitchg abt me n dat 2 lies is nt at all acceptable...n i wil make sure dey dnt interfer wit my life....dos close frnds r d gems of life...i respect dem watevr dey r...dis is all wat i cn write abt myself nw...wil write wen am sad again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-8168074674014196518?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/8168074674014196518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-3093598215673837731</id><published>2007-09-07T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:48:25.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is life</title><content type='html'>a drop of water in my dry sandy desert,&lt;br /&gt;warmth of blanket in cold shivery night,&lt;br /&gt;ray of light in room filled of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;a hot cup of coffee in stormy rainy noon,&lt;br /&gt;my life has become more comfortable,more lively,&lt;br /&gt;i want he to b my&lt;br /&gt;naughty "friend",&lt;br /&gt;protective "brother",&lt;br /&gt;stubborn "father",&lt;br /&gt;understanding "mother",&lt;br /&gt;loving "sister",&lt;br /&gt;and yes dominating too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-3093598215673837731?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894888373710210619.post-4908952452909670868</id><published>2007-09-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:55:40.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny facts</title><content type='html'>wen u r happy,u feel lik cryg,&lt;br /&gt;wen u r sad,u require sumone 2 make u laugh,&lt;br /&gt;wen u want 2 get wet,rivers hav dried up,&lt;br /&gt;wen its raining,u protect urself using umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;wen u feel lik eating pizza,doc hav said 2 go on diet,&lt;br /&gt;wen u r sic,u feel lik having more food,&lt;br /&gt;wen sumone falls v laugh n wen v fall,othrs laugh,&lt;br /&gt;wen u hav time 2 stdy,u chitchat n continue orcuttg,&lt;br /&gt;wen xams cum u pray 4 25hrs,&lt;br /&gt;wen u feel love 4 sumone but jst cnt say,&lt;br /&gt;wen u go 2 tel person is already sumone's,&lt;br /&gt;wen u hav enuf time 2 sleep,u count on sheeps,&lt;br /&gt;wen u r emotionally drained,u feel lik sleepg,&lt;br /&gt;y v all r different wen v hav time 2 utilize it in our favor,&lt;br /&gt;y v sit n grumble as am doing it rite nw??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-4908952452909670868?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/4908952452909670868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=4908952452909670868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/4908952452909670868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/4908952452909670868'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;wanna  format life dnt wanna delete love'&lt;br /&gt;its d only thing makes me glow,&lt;br /&gt;wanna get used 2 stress n tensions den mayb i can survive!!!&lt;br /&gt;mayb again wat i said b4..."life is a test...rite 2 attempt it,not necessary u wil pass...but dnt fail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests,seminars,assignments.....life doesnt hav nythngelse...hope i land in doing sumthng gud aftr dis PGDAIB....but wat makes me happy is dat dis hav cleard all my doubts..n basics!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-65586768039192343?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/65586768039192343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=65586768039192343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/65586768039192343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/65586768039192343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/2007/08/wanna-format-life.html' title='wanna format life ....'/><author><name>Anu Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122714801517252646</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-4894888373710210619.post-9128928309081775717</id><published>2007-08-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T04:48:15.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes unfulfilled</title><content type='html'>Many make wishes,many dream,&lt;br /&gt;is it necessary to get it fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;one can only dream but how wil it come to spotlight?&lt;br /&gt;dreams are unlimited and wishes have no boundaries,&lt;br /&gt;but,never it becomes the way i want ,&lt;br /&gt;because,He has no time to think about me,&lt;br /&gt;i dnt know why always been neglected and avoided me,&lt;br /&gt;i set my goals,work hard and pray,&lt;br /&gt;but ,it will be,only when He sheds light to it,&lt;br /&gt;born unlucky maybe or He doesnot want to bless me,&lt;br /&gt;but i knw why,because,He wants to test me,examine me,&lt;br /&gt;He will be generous only when i pass the test,&lt;br /&gt;so far so good,but let me decide not to dream not to wish again,&lt;br /&gt;as wishes are meant to be broken as promises are!&lt;br /&gt;and its always like "what we want is not what we get,so dnt wait til what u want but try to be happy with what u have!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was d poem wen my 12th medical cet was announced..i desperately wantd 2 b a doctor but cudnt make it!!!..... all reservations n blah blah stuff. made d chances more difficult..had no clue wer my life gonna take a u-turn..stressd n depressed,flow of words came out as my tears do!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894888373710210619-9128928309081775717?l=ambilianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambilianu.blogspot.com/feeds/9128928309081775717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894888373710210619&amp;postID=9128928309081775717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894888373710210619/posts/default/9128928309081775717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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