<?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-5150708811606043232</id><updated>2012-02-10T09:34:12.104+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The other side</title><subtitle type='html'>Orikilum undangatha vedhanagalum...
Orkaan ishtapedatha ormakalum...
Kudathal madakitharatha hridhayavum...
Enthoke irunalum.......
Ethra manoharamanii .....Jeevitham !!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-8621068564766176505</id><published>2008-10-15T20:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:57:18.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Need to be on ground !!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday an amazing thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;, which i never ever dreamt off , which never ever came to my blissful imagination . Around 9:30 - 10 at night i got a call from an total stranger, first he introduced himself with his name and place then he started complimenting my photographic skill and my passion for travelling. He is a guy who somehow happen to visit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;picassa&lt;/span&gt; album from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pixetra&lt;/span&gt; ( its a photography club in which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a member) website and called up the club and got my number . I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; in an another world while we talked , may be he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; a little , or was on a high with couple of martini shots at late evening whatever may be the reason i was thrilled and it just made my day.I'm not saying that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; complimented or appreciated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; but all those were from people who loved me so much that they wanted to see me happy :)))...but this was special because he was a total stranger and i just want to thank that person once again :-)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-8621068564766176505?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/8621068564766176505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=8621068564766176505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/8621068564766176505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/8621068564766176505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-to-be-on-ground.html' title='Need to be on ground !!'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-2158402727329461300</id><published>2008-09-28T17:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:27:51.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>These lines haunting me !! thought of sharing with you all</title><content type='html'>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And stared down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;Though having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day,&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;br /&gt;I doubted that I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --&lt;br /&gt;I chose the road less travelled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-2158402727329461300?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/2158402727329461300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=2158402727329461300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/2158402727329461300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/2158402727329461300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-lines-haunting-me-thought-of.html' title='These lines haunting me !! thought of sharing with you all'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-8438483588859689073</id><published>2008-03-25T22:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:46:01.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Say No to Beijing Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After a long time !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was going through that patch where one is more conscious about his writing and filled my post without publishing any of it. Then for the past few weeks all these news and talks about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tibetian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cry for freedom from the mighty china prompted me to publish, again not because it will help Tibet in anyway or my girl friend is from Tibet and her father has a habit of checking out my blog :-) !! just because I could experience my freedom of opinion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; and just to realize how lucky we are even though we complain a lot about our countries system and its corruption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were in China or North Korea I'm sure that i wont be there to check the comments of my post by tomorrow morning . The number of people disappearing from these countries without any reasons are alarming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; also against US &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;invasion&lt;/span&gt; of Iraq and Afghanistan in the name of human right protection of their citizens.I'm against China from the day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tiananmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; square protest of 1989 and their support on genocide in Sudan for its own gain in unacceptable in any way although it was the path adopted my many European and US regime with the poor nations of Africa in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although these factors are hardly celebrated by our media in anymeans .I would like to raise my voice against these atrocities by China with Tibet and Sudan. Its high time that China should give respect to peoples freedom and their rights. I believe Olympics is more than just sports or gathering of athletes.Its the worlds biggest celebration forgetting its race , colour , language and richness. It represents freedom , unity and sportsmanship and for me Beijing doesn't deserve to host it .I will make sure to celebrate and cherish my freedom to the last moment just because there are millions who are getting denied of their rights and freedom in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-8438483588859689073?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/8438483588859689073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=8438483588859689073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/8438483588859689073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/8438483588859689073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-no-to-beijing-olympics.html' title='Say No to Beijing Olympics'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-1419573342917596812</id><published>2007-11-21T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:31:48.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love with a whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..or ..Cochin…whatever they call her , to me she’s that beautiful whore with those chilly red lipsticks , fragrance of jasmine , with beautiful curves and tan colour ! where we will be forced to settle everything in money and no credits. Shes always with those street languages filled with bad temper and artificial romance , those haunting looks and indecent gestures ,. Still I love her , gets attracted to her , want to spend evening and nights with her whenever I try running away from her and try to get immersed in all those glittering dreams I’ll wake up weeping on her lap and looking up to her face and my sight get struck on that healing scar which was some gift from yesterday night unhappy customer but i could still see that uncanny smile lingering for ever. Even if I try hard to make my self busy with so called corporate business clients and with those formal dinners , cultured elite clubs where I will be far away from myself and not even near to my own shadow .Even I tried exploring different lands which were famous for their beauty and culture . Which praises themselves to be neat and well behaved still i miss those crooked dim lit streets and those uncertain behaviour of nature and those winds which always pregnant with salty moist. So i ran back to her lap just a penny in my pocket overflowed with excitement and clutching her silk and promising her that wont be leaving her again and all set to flirt till dawn . I don't regret loosing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;virgin&lt;/span&gt; for her , i don't regret the slip of an oversea treasure but i cant miss that warmth of her lap and fragrance of her sweat. May be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; obsessed with a whore who calls herself Cochin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-1419573342917596812?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/1419573342917596812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=1419573342917596812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/1419573342917596812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/1419573342917596812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-with-whore.html' title='Love with a whore'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-609303699799664088</id><published>2007-10-04T19:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:00:47.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Linguistic Gymnastic saga</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this after reading an another amazing blog !! all these beautiful and well written blogs discourage me to the core and then I pick up myself hearing to the inner voice " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vipu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you are not that bad ..you are good ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; U&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got couple of good comments (but the fact is both of them have borrowed money from me :-)) and guys i need it back in anyways ::::! :-)&lt;br /&gt;I became close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; language only after my college (which most of you can make out from the mediocre language used in my blog :-) ))that too because i hardly had any other choice and all my life I never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; having a book(be it in any language) in my hand other than academics !!&lt;br /&gt;i did my schooling from an ordinary state syllabus school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kerala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where even if u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; utter anything in English you'll be bullied to hell and if you continue that soon you will be a guy who "looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; bush and born in Iran "!! ( yeah worst than hell) . So me too happily joined the majority and bullied all those poor chaps who spoke in English . After school i did my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;predegree&lt;/span&gt; (11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a college at Cochin there too knowing English just helped hanging out with those gorgeous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chic's&lt;/span&gt; passed out from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CBSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ICSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; schools which at that time was not in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt; list ....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; conclude that i was a gay :-) ! but bit more into sports and bikes than girls ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now i realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; i missed ..no girls,no bikes and no sports :-((:-) )) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now the hero got into an Engineering college, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; i was quick to make a gang of my own pals who was not at all comfortable with English but outside that heavenly circle i could see myself swiftly becoming a minority but i comfortably ignored all that by opening an another bottle of beer with my so called gang of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mallu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speaking snobs!&lt;br /&gt;Soon came the end of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mallu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speaking glorious days , during the final year of my college I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to be the captain of arts fest.Winning the arts fest had lot to do with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;prestige&lt;/span&gt; of branches in the college than anything and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;job was&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;coordinate&lt;/span&gt; the efforts and talent of a whole branch, of which the majority of people were outside my elite gang !! there were a lot of B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;iharis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bengalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gujrathis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; huge junk of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mallus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who were very comfortable in any other languages than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Malayalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; i studied in an engineering college in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kerala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it hardly looked like one inside the campus) So guys i had to speak(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; shout) in Hindi ( which were never close to that beautiful language )and then some English ,and also used our dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;malayalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only for some words at the start ,middle and end of the sentences which were expressed in anger ! :-) So I think that was the linguistic turning point and that era in my life i used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; to get things done( even more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; used to rule India)and just as a vehicle of thoughts for reaching across the team but i never knew that behind all this I was falling in love with that beautiful language. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; phase of my life also taught me to respect each and every language on earth :-) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; third in the art fest in a total team of 6 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; regret it simply because i was the most favourite E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nglish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speaking captain of the whole team ;-) !!! cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-609303699799664088?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/609303699799664088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=609303699799664088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/609303699799664088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/609303699799664088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/10/linguistic-gymnastic-saga.html' title='My Linguistic Gymnastic saga'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-8986187771855035232</id><published>2007-10-01T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:44:32.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding clown !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RwEcsisCdNI/AAAAAAAAADs/ITpI8Y4q9wk/s1600-h/18112006(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116402203220931794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RwEcsisCdNI/AAAAAAAAADs/ITpI8Y4q9wk/s320/18112006(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;a href="http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/03/cry.html"&gt;the clowns cry !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness creeped inside my soul asking for a reason to do its role ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched and I searched ,but the realm of darkness denied me an answer !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;illusions were so deceiving and dreams were so unreal ,in spree of perplexed emotions ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time also had a laugh of its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;black was my colour and tears were my enocuragement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i was a clown busy showing his tricks in midst of a funeral !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last fistful of soil were my curtain drop of the show. &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/5150708811606043232-8986187771855035232?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/8986187771855035232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=8986187771855035232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/8986187771855035232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/8986187771855035232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/10/bleeding-clown.html' title='Bleeding clown !!'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RwEcsisCdNI/AAAAAAAAADs/ITpI8Y4q9wk/s72-c/18112006(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-4526657320556084041</id><published>2007-09-22T11:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:52:09.008+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nammuku parkan munthiri thoppukal</title><content type='html'>yet an another movie , yet another class and its from my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;papetan&lt;/span&gt;!! I always wanted to write something about the movie from the day i saw it last time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt; a typical love story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; in the most natural,powerful and romantic way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the characters in the movie is so rich with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;characterisation&lt;/span&gt; ( an usual trait in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;papetans&lt;/span&gt; movie). I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shari&lt;/span&gt; in the movie a lot she was so innocently sexy, certain looks from those haunting eyes still lingering in the head~those romantic moments which she had with the hero is just awesome . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mohanlal&lt;/span&gt; also so naturally blended into that character "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Solomon&lt;/span&gt;" who is always driven by those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;instincts&lt;/span&gt; which he himself cannot predict ( i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; wanna b like tat)  ! whose passion in wine yard  farm and those night drives in big trucks , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; with his moms cook, ( i still remember his intro scene where he parks his truck and blows the horn to wake his mom up at 2 a m in the morning and make her cook the food for him),&lt;br /&gt;May be its silly but to me what attracted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Solomon&lt;/span&gt; to his love was their common interest to sweat in the mud under the sun !! it itself gives a fragrance of nature into their love. To me its the most romantic plot developed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=1yxW-7OSCkE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=1yxW-7OSCkE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ig2gERoPtaM&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ig2gERoPtaM&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt; will be continued !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-4526657320556084041?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/4526657320556084041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=4526657320556084041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4526657320556084041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4526657320556084041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/09/nammuku-parkan-munthiri-thoppukal.html' title='nammuku parkan munthiri thoppukal'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-788307670358814198</id><published>2007-08-21T20:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:42:25.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Goa – Autodesk  H1 review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I don’t want to make this journal a very formal one. My main objective behind jotting down my experience at Goa and with Autodesk is to enlighten all those who have missed this chance. Yeah on the way I also had a pleasure of sharing 2 days with CPT J indeed a big time fun party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hardly anyone in my train compartment on my journey back and I’ve got nothing much to do J !! So I thought opening my notebook and scribble something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Notice&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience is just from my perception which need not be the precise one, its more like the way I see things, If it makes you feel bored, angry, sad, jealous or hatred. Please move your mouse to the right hand top corner cross on your screen and press the right button this journal will be disappearing. I know it’s a bad joke and you’ll find more like this when u read on!! …………..So happy readingJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap no conventions were broken here It was indeed a tourist destination but definitely not in monsoon J , I was trying hard to convince my self that I reached Goa ( guys its hard to tell out the difference unless you are in a beach or in a party) I don’t know  whether Its because i haven’t  had a  sight seeing , but the climate , narrow roads , tea shops , greenery  everything reminded me about  our good old gods own country .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyatt Experience&lt;br /&gt;            Well I’m still busy  figuring out whether it was a 5star or 7strar .We had a pleasure enjoying the hospitality of both park Hyatt and Taj Exotica and I would be giving my vote to Hyatt ( lady staff where much prettier there  J !! and ofcourse the ambience and services to back up.  It was my first experience to stay in a international level star hotel and I guess I made the most out of it , CPT had a tough time explaining which all where free of cost and which weren’t because my hands where every where starting from the mini bar in our room to the Spa services of the hotel . If he wasn’t there I was sure that my days at hyatt had to end up asking my mom at home to send the will of the house to settle the bill J Thank god it didn’t get that worse !! oh the smile on my face is still lingering when thinking about the waterless toilet experiences and my shower in the Jacuzzi. That’s the maximum I can share as of now, if I go on starting from the menu …the list and experience will be endless. I still have the sandals which they provided in the room J ! and for the first time I wore a bath gown(robe) and played Mr Parerra and muthala kollam looking at the mirror J , only thing which I missed is the smoke pipe which jose prakash used to have J J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESP- Deepak Rao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak Rao a guy hired by Auotdek for an ESP(extra sensory perception) show“ he believes people give away things very easily and we can get them out with ultimate observation and concentration”. In order to prove that he made people come on stage and asked them to remember some numbers in their mind and he was successful in telling the same. I was skeptical throughout “ I don’t know why I didn’t like that guy and I wasn’t sure about his ability. Well only thing which grabbed my attention was when he was successful in speaking out a girl’s mobile number just by looking into her eyes. Oh man that is a necessary thing to know rite!! But still he wasn’t my favorite.CPT seeing my reluctance in accepting him asked me to just enjoy the things leave it alone J J !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autodesk&lt;br /&gt;            I really want to share about our premier parent company here. Although I was working with InterCAD for the past three years I’ve never seen Autodesk this close. I could really see those names in the bottom of our regular mails from Auotdesk taking its shape, some matching to the picture in our mind and some diagonally opposite to it. Anyway bringing all the people who were in business under a single roof was fun and at the same time a great learning experience, each talk and presentation threw some light to our business and strategies. Two important things which I would like to mention about Autodesk is that they are very concern about the “number” be it percentage growth, market share , targets whatever … they are really damn serious about the figures. Giving least importance to the efforts, the approach, the market potential etc etc..if you got the numbers you rule there otherwise even if u scream nobody gona notice. The other thing is they need everyone for their business and they value each and every people associated with them !&lt;br /&gt;            Each division of Autodesk presented their review and strategy. Guys believe me its more like the same reviews we have at the end of each quarter. But here again the numbers stand out. I could easily see how BSD head Sunil and Edu head Deepak Battacharya was having their energy up and cracking jokes and at the same time MSD and ISD were trying to keep the moral up Since their numbers where not that exciting.Edu was on a roll with 80% growth over last years and BSD where around 60%. We also saw lot of appreciation for resellers and for each division who all have done well.&lt;br /&gt;Another important leaf which I took out of Autodesk is that “they are damn professional and they mean business from a word Hi to a word Bye “ Which we have to adapt very fast and effectively on to our business.&lt;br /&gt;A talk by jay really had something to notice ‘Autodesk had training by Stephen covey 7 habits institute on the day before our visit” and we could see some interesting effects already in them. So jay mentioned – the time lag between the effort and result is the important thing ( just repeating the words of CPT in a couple of meeting before that we need a result oriented company than the effort oriented”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Points to ponder&lt;br /&gt;*Best people in the best place&lt;br /&gt;*Face the customer (ie is the important of direct calls )&lt;br /&gt;*Focus on plans&lt;br /&gt;*Subscription&lt;br /&gt;*Service revenue (high time to implement on our side too)&lt;br /&gt;*Branding&lt;br /&gt;And at the end Expect to win and prepare to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiscoverie and the team building gamezzzz !&lt;br /&gt;            That was an interesting half day spend with a team building professionals from Delhi. It was full of fun, team games , points and enthu !! We whole has a team had to achieve a target and there were around 14 games going on simultaneously and each game had some points associated with it and the objective was of course chasing the target by winning those games. For that the whole group was split into many teams and asked to play those and earn the points. I had fun teaming with Ajay Bagepalli and group and we were really like a team, my favorite game was finding the spy ( I was quick to do that ) J and got a compliment from Ajay himself.&lt;br /&gt;You all can expect something like this in near future!! It’s all about sharing and we had done the necessary things to organize something for us all tooJ !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gala nite –Rocked till hell freezed over !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I saw the gala dinner in the agenda, I invested a lot of time finding out the meaning of the word “Gala”- It meant an extravagant socialized dinner! Ofcourse it made me excited too!! To be frank that night was unique and special- I’ve never ever tasted or experienced something like that before- I was so excited that I even missed the infinite course dinner; yeah I was busy getting the feel of all other stuff happening around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a theme- I guess the theme was “ Heaven” four girls dressed like angel welcomed us to the venue , mean while the mocktail had started yeah guys only mock tail since bar wasn’t opend yet L ! the crowd was flowing in and spending there time in many stalls around the venue !! for the entertainment there were a magician and couple of music groups  entertaining us. The seating arrangement was like our old darbar with diwan and pillows! Oh man the start was with a bang with two Russian beauties on the floor dancing to some unique tunes Sorry guys I don’t remember the name of the dance as I was struggling to find a piece of cloth on their body J J ! then there where magic show, solo music performance, then the quality live band performing all the favorite numbers , that indeed rocked. At last in midst of all this fun the cocktail had started from one end—the cocktail was full with the names which I haven’t heard off and the taste that was pretty much new to my taste buds its worth experiencing once in a  life time.. of course in expense of some others bank balance J. Mean while I had a chance to participate in a fire dance with a professional performer on the stage and I did a limbo dancing with him on the stage, later couple of people from the crowd really appreciated that effort ( really guys even I wondered that where they serous??? :-))&lt;br /&gt;Then an amazing dance floor opened to a great effect of music’s and lights with lot of high voltage energetic people shaking their hip, I guess it’s the first time I’m dancing to the beats of a live band ( I repeat the band was amazing with good sensible stuff under their sleeves , the guy on the lead strings rocked ! I still remember the way his strings responded to summer of 69!! ) The dance floor and music continued till 2:30 am !! we had a special taxi arranged to drop at hyatt since our bus had already left. I would have walked back rather to miss that nite!! It was amazingo , fabuloso and magnificeanooo… J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-788307670358814198?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/788307670358814198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=788307670358814198' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/788307670358814198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/788307670358814198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/08/goa-autodesk-h1-review-i-dont-want-to.html' 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over still haunts!!&lt;br /&gt;is it the essence of that cruel intention..well i'm ready to face it...bring it on !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-4186932108836118736?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/4186932108836118736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=4186932108836118736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4186932108836118736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4186932108836118736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-it-on.html' title='bring it on'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-1071880968208775543</id><published>2007-05-18T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-11T04:37:16.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>evideyo vayichu maranathu</title><content type='html'>Orikilum undangatha vedhanagalum&lt;br /&gt;Orkan ishtapedatha ormakalum&lt;br /&gt;Kodathal madakitharatha hridhayavum&lt;br /&gt;Enthoke irunalum.......&lt;br /&gt;Ethra manoharamanii .....Jeevitham !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(evideyo vayichu maranathu enal epol vallare prasakthamayi thonathu....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-1071880968208775543?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/1071880968208775543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=1071880968208775543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/1071880968208775543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/1071880968208775543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/05/evideyo-vayichu-maranthu.html' title='evideyo vayichu maranathu'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-4562519208332968940</id><published>2007-03-16T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:31:52.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the clowns cry !</title><content type='html'>Sadness creeped inside my soul asking for a reason to do its role !&lt;br /&gt;I searched and I searched ,&lt;br /&gt;but the realm of darkness  denied me an answer !!&lt;br /&gt;illusions were so deceiving and dreams were so unreal ,&lt;br /&gt;in spree of perplexed emotions ,time also had a laugh of its own.&lt;br /&gt;black was my colour and tears were my enocuragement&lt;br /&gt;well, i was a clown busy showing his tricks in midst of a funeral !&lt;br /&gt;the last fistful of soil were my curtain drop of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-4562519208332968940?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/4562519208332968940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=4562519208332968940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4562519208332968940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4562519208332968940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/03/cry.html' title='the clowns cry !'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-1189740403296452059</id><published>2007-03-04T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:40:41.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Definition of good acting !</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a complete movie filled!! happend to see some of the classics of last year, departed , Blood diamond and babel! all really had a touch of grt movies!! but what influenced me most was blood diamond , a kind of aversion towards diamonds evoked inside after the movie! the so called most beautiful element on earth has such a ugly tail!! So my gf has to do without it for the D-Day!! i had to make up with my romantic touch and surprises!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departed ....the whole movie kept me expecting some twist and turn in the story!! which completely held up by a decent script and an excellent direction. D-caprio a grt job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babel- This movie made me touch the life of three continents ! We ofcourse knew the cultural differences..even the interpretation of happiness and rights were different!! kudos to an excellent work!&lt;br /&gt;well well !! i'm drifting away from the topic - def of good acting ????  a movie which always lingered along my thoughts and i saw glimpses of that excellent  master piece acting by Thilakan in &lt;strong&gt;kaattu kuthira&lt;/strong&gt; _ a real genius in performance and i realised the fact that its hard to surpress the proudness if the actors potential overflows like this!! Thilakan has all the right to be proud and challenge the all the film freternity because when we look back to the cine life of this great actor we will  realise malayalam movies without him is spineless :)) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-1189740403296452059?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/1189740403296452059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=1189740403296452059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/1189740403296452059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sons and daughters of lifes longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;They came through you ,but not from you&lt;br /&gt;And though they are with you&lt;br /&gt;Yet they belong not to you&lt;br /&gt;You may give them your love&lt;br /&gt;But not your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You may house their bodies&lt;br /&gt;But not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Which you cannot visit.&lt;br /&gt;Not even in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;You may strive to like them&lt;br /&gt;But see not to make them like you&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backwards&lt;br /&gt;Not tarries with yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You are the bows from which your childrens as&lt;br /&gt;living arrows are sent forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahil Gibran - prophet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-5457084176514570871?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-1760628786484471172</id><published>2007-01-07T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:06:49.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaB3TilG8FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h7uauunJa9Y/s1600-h/DSCN2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017141162474401874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaB3TilG8FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h7uauunJa9Y/s400/DSCN2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaB3TilG8FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h7uauunJa9Y/s72-c/DSCN2628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-2592267967678640574</id><published>2007-01-07T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:57:44.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bhuji- trying hard though</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaB2YylG8EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sGN01zLLKqc/s1600-h/DSCN3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017140153157087298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaB2YylG8EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sGN01zLLKqc/s400/DSCN3382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised the greatest reality of life is that its REAL :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-2592267967678640574?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/2592267967678640574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=2592267967678640574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/2592267967678640574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-1510607379835371918</id><published>2007-01-07T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:35:40.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaBvcClG8DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r2OT8_6vg3E/s1600-h/DSCN3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017132512410267698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaBvcClG8DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r2OT8_6vg3E/s400/DSCN3445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There i belong and its calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-1510607379835371918?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/1510607379835371918/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RaBvcClG8DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r2OT8_6vg3E/s72-c/DSCN3445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-4881725045695092586</id><published>2007-01-04T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:33:25.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>persona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RZzoCCmWsmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ1a8DZPMZY/s1600-h/DSCN3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016139206739014242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/RZzoCCmWsmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ1a8DZPMZY/s400/DSCN3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All alone ...lost all green....still standing tall against the odds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-4881725045695092586?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/4881725045695092586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=4881725045695092586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4881725045695092586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/4881725045695092586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_04.html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-3968720917527393465</id><published>2006-11-28T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:44:31.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2656/628748634229253/1600/DSCN0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2656/628748634229253/400/DSCN0791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-3968720917527393465?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-3252254216873471753</id><published>2006-11-27T23:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:10:19.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>scrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was jst exhibiting those spree of creativity which got evoked wen i had gone thru those emotional turmoil....well any person would be springing it.... not only me(hehehehe)!! The hard fact is those days are gone wen i had an average perspection towards Devdas, Ramannan and Romeo..so called romantic kings creations " , they doesnt deserves tat respect for creativity anymore(ofcourse i repeat, its only my view point).May be this whole chapter in my life jst exposed the vulnerability with which i was depending on a particular person, As i always thought...the human mind is an ocean of unpredictable tides with a beautiful lullaby attached.. There's always an extra luminious of light to be counted on even wen struggling with unhelable wounds of life . May be all these 'heart broken hero' creators had gone thru a simillar jinx in their life! ..so less kudos to them than before(in my perspection)..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must tell u ...at times this notebook , my bike , my mob , my cam really takes me to a different world altogether ....hard to imagine it doesnt have any life !! but those patches of time which were filled cursing this ________ life of mine, undoubtly it acts as a grt relief...... :-)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-3252254216873471753?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/3252254216873471753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=3252254216873471753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/3252254216873471753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/3252254216873471753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-jst-exhibiting-those-spree-of.html' title='scrap'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150708811606043232.post-9221264762241173666</id><published>2006-11-27T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:37:55.424+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lost my smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; beautiful sprinkles of life makes me feel better at times&lt;br /&gt; though the essence of commitments brings back tat fear to me&lt;br /&gt; which i'm afraid time is taking a lot here , y this partiality to my life&lt;br /&gt; know, gone are those days which were filled with ecstasy&lt;br /&gt; don make me believe tat tide of change have done injustice again!!&lt;br /&gt; i'm not asking y me................. i'm sad bcuz it was u! '&lt;br /&gt;So i never wanted u to b on tat end...u were angel to me than a human!&lt;br /&gt;If i had an option i would have taken it...this bloody mind acts so bastard at times&lt;br /&gt; i fear loneliness but now i fear commitment more...&lt;br /&gt;thanks again to tat every sleepless nite wen u took me to sleep.......&lt;br /&gt;I wish my last nite to be same!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150708811606043232-9221264762241173666?l=vipus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/feeds/9221264762241173666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150708811606043232&amp;postID=9221264762241173666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/9221264762241173666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150708811606043232/posts/default/9221264762241173666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipus.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-my-smile.html' title='lost my smile'/><author><name>persona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681605421285217412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5aiTn6R3L8/SPzNhy_8bWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/1B5WJgioqBQ/S220/ATgAAAB_LB_-S83BmOF2ntOblSc76_qzr2v5wUFMCkRObRxMzmefcYO5t9VQJxqOYB5J4OrRfOP_aJmwE3Tn1R3ZoxsUAJtU9VDZJK6bj5hM7zfy4FLXf_4rtITc5A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
