<?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-36685065</id><updated>2012-02-18T03:28:44.438-08:00</updated><category term='Gardens'/><category term='photo'/><category term='place'/><category term='Tennis'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><category term='General'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Trek'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>smithasblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-6069766916382129319</id><published>2010-10-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:54:06.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CWG 2010</title><content type='html'>It rained medals for India in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CWG&lt;/span&gt; 2010.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CWG&lt;/span&gt; 2010 gave India Century of medals, new hero's and role models. Hope this will make us think beyond Cricket when it comes to Sports.&lt;br /&gt;We are proud of you all.(players).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-6069766916382129319?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6069766916382129319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=6069766916382129319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6069766916382129319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6069766916382129319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/cwg-2010.html' title='CWG 2010'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-4768031787726164730</id><published>2010-02-23T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:38:02.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire broke out at Carlton Towers Bangalore</title><content type='html'>Carlton towers is located on old Air port road. On Tuesday Fire broke out at 4.30pm. Its sad to know due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt; congestion Fire tenders could reach only after 45 minutes.Another Sad thing is people who are working in the building from couple of years (also) didn't know where is the emergency exit in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; building!!.&lt;br /&gt;By the time fire tenders reached the sport to help evacuate people, few jumped from building in panic and lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; life :-(. On the other hand there were few brave hearts who were tweeting to get help from outside and update the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; status.&lt;br /&gt;Now its come to know that building owners have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;violated&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; measures (which each building should take) and will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;punished&lt;/span&gt;, but will the family get back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; loved ones?. Hope no more such accidents happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sukhino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bhavanthu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(May all people be happy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-4768031787726164730?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4768031787726164730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=4768031787726164730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4768031787726164730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4768031787726164730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire-broke-out-at-carlton-towers.html' title='Fire broke out at Carlton Towers Bangalore'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-2577150307998910659</id><published>2009-05-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:34:12.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its raining in Bangalore. Rain in Bangalore is as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-predictable as a output of Rainy day test scenario in software :-)I love rain. Do not know the reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rain May&lt;/span&gt; be because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. I am from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malnad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. I love fresh clean green leaves on tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. I love the aroma of the mud after first few drops of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Sound makes me feel relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. I used to get holiday during my school days because of heavy rain( may be I still have a hope holiday declared for my company because of rain and no need to compensate on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;or because of some beautiful quotes like below?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2.I love walking in the rain, 'cause then no-one knows I'm crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3.Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is the reason I simply love rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2577150307998910659?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2577150307998910659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2577150307998910659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2577150307998910659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2577150307998910659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-7302973263195317083</id><published>2009-01-05T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:32:26.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Finally Finished Reading "A Beautiful Mind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is a Heavy book in terms of content and pages.But Font is very small!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is the book I took long time to finish.Started in 2008 and completed in 2009. Not sure if author took that Much time in writing the Novel :-). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Must say nicely written book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If anybody wants to be Genius read this book before you pray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There are times when I hated(in the beginning of the book) "John Nash" for his behavior. But at the end I do feel sorry for what all he went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This book is a Best Example for "Too Much is Too bad".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-7302973263195317083?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7302973263195317083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=7302973263195317083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7302973263195317083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7302973263195317083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-finished-readin-beautiful-mind.html' title='Finally Finished Reading &quot;A Beautiful Mind&quot;'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2324681489273563696</id><published>2008-09-25T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:17:47.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Around the world in 80 days</title><content type='html'>This is a book by "Jules Verne".&lt;br /&gt;This book begins with Mr. Fogg having a bet with his club friends that 80 days is enough to go around the world. This tour is taken when Indian's were ruled by British. So only means of travel is Ship/Train.According to the bet Mr Fogg doesn't have to see all the places, just need to land on the country's agreed upon.&lt;br /&gt;Author has narrated what Mr Fogg goes through in his tour very nicely. Its a small book(That's the reason I have completed this and still reading "A Beautiful Mind") and good reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2324681489273563696?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2324681489273563696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2324681489273563696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2324681489273563696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2324681489273563696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/around-world-in-80-days.html' title='Around the world in 80 days'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-1329498787340840316</id><published>2008-07-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:34:54.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><title type='text'>Nadal winning everywhere</title><content type='html'>French Open Final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Federror&lt;/span&gt; lost to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nadal&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; set and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nadal&lt;/span&gt; proved he is the King of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rolandgarros&lt;/span&gt;. I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Federror&lt;/span&gt; will take the revenge at Wimbledon. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nadal&lt;/span&gt; has shined there too. No doubt he has improved a lot. Along with that he has power.But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Federror&lt;/span&gt; is still the No 1. He is badly in need of few titles to maintain the position. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nadal&lt;/span&gt; has decided to take some rest. May be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Federror&lt;/span&gt; should take advantage :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-1329498787340840316?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1329498787340840316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=1329498787340840316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1329498787340840316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1329498787340840316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/nadal-winning-everywhere.html' title='Nadal winning everywhere'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-5638296280492940289</id><published>2008-06-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:54:04.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place'/><title type='text'>Innovative Film City</title><content type='html'>Innovative Film City. This is located near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bidadi&lt;/span&gt;.It is not completely functional. It still under construction.&lt;br /&gt;We reached around 10.45am and then waited for Entry tickets(Corporate). We were welcomed with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fanta&lt;/span&gt;". We had tickets for 9 different shows/rides.&lt;br /&gt;We started with "WAX museum". Few are really good, no need to read the names hanged next, you can find who they are. Few even with name I couldn't make out who they are. That's probably because of the vast knowledge I have about people :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was "Ripley's Believe It or not. It’s a good place to spend some hours. Few videos of “Ripley's Believe it or not” is played, few unbelievable pictures can be found there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; models are also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally in Most awaited "4D -theatre". We got our glasses and found a seat for our self. It was a wonderful experience. I guess its 20 minutes show and its worth the money and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1.30Pm, and time to fill stomach. Lunch was arranged for us. We had good food. It would have been ideal to sleep on the beautifully maintained lawn. But we were asked to join at Main entrance at 6pm. so not much time left to complete all the left over shows/rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered "Mirror Maze" It’s a dark room. Its difficult to find where is the mirror and where is the way. But we were lucky to find the way out easily. This is  good one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we entered fossil museum and Dino world related to Dinosaurs. I am surprised to see so many things are collected from different parts of the world.  Dino world is not must see place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cartoon City” I Expected to have some cartoon related stuff. Surprisingly these are the rides :-).  There is a funny ride, I guess they call it "water shooting". I was watching others taking that ride. With the seriousness they were shooting the water, for moment I thought they are guiding the satellite to the right orbit!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had got tickets for "family go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;karting&lt;/span&gt;" so handed steering to Mr Husband and sat looking at the surrounding. This is not as fast as the Individual one. This is like a small car. So who drive car will not enjoy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are in Aqua Kingdom. You will see Beach is now in Bangalore. I find it to be a good place to learn swimming. Don't be careless tides are also seen once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Tried little bit to learn swimming, but no luck. Better luck next time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Smitha&lt;/span&gt; was the voice I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5pm and time to pack up.&lt;br /&gt;Day came to end, no regret of traveling almost 40km to reach the place. Few more things should be functional soon. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Banglore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;janta&lt;/span&gt; now have one more weekend spot.&lt;br /&gt;People who have been to "Film city" in other country feel there is nothing related to "making Film" here. I am not sure if it’s going to come in future also. But people like me who have seen only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ramoji&lt;/span&gt; Film City enjoyed this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-5638296280492940289?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5638296280492940289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=5638296280492940289&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5638296280492940289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5638296280492940289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/innovative-film-city.html' title='Innovative Film City'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-8643044041791549843</id><published>2008-06-19T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:25:36.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Thousand splendid Suns</title><content type='html'>Completed reading "Thousand Splendid sun's".Its Story of Mariam and Laila.This is  probably story of most of the women in Afghanistan.It's a beautifully narrated sad story. This book focuses on Mother daughter relationship and friendship between women.I enjoyed reading the book with continuously shedding tears!!&lt;br /&gt;Must say Khaled Hosseini is wonderful Story writer. Great Surprise of this Book is, to know man can Understand women's feelings!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-8643044041791549843?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8643044041791549843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=8643044041791549843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/8643044041791549843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/8643044041791549843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='Thousand splendid Suns'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-4459557494993712058</id><published>2008-06-06T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:52:24.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>French Open</title><content type='html'>French Open is back again, But Queen of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rolandgarros&lt;/span&gt; Justine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Henin&lt;/span&gt; bid Good Bye to Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;This year our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sania&lt;/span&gt; is not playing too. Surely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rolandgarros&lt;/span&gt; will miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sania&lt;/span&gt;' s beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Last year while following Tennis I started Liking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jelena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jankovic&lt;/span&gt;  and Ana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ivanovic&lt;/span&gt;. Otherwise I would have left with no one  to support in Women's Tennis :D.&lt;br /&gt;we will soon see new No 1. Ana is  going to climb the ladder to reach No.1.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to watch Ana win!!! the finals on Saturday 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Who will win Men's Single Need to wait till 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-4459557494993712058?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4459557494993712058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=4459557494993712058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4459557494993712058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4459557494993712058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/french-open.html' title='French Open'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-9211409207970995184</id><published>2008-02-10T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:24:50.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>ಮಂದಾಕಿನಿಯೆ</title><content type='html'>ಮಂದಾಕಿನಿಯೆ ನೀ ಸಿಡಿಲಿನ ಕಿಡಿಯೆ,&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಗೋಲ್ಡನ್ ಸ್ಟಾರ್ ಗಣೇಶ್ ನಟಿಸಿರುವ "ಹುಡುಗಾಟ" ಚಲನ ಚಿತ್ರದ ಹಾಡು.&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಹಾಡು ಎಲ್ಲಾ ರೇಡಿಯೋದಲ್ಲು ದಿನಾ ಹಾಕ್ತಾ ಇದರೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಹಾಡಿನ ದಾಟಿ,ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ, ಹೇಳಿದ ರೀತಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಇಷ್ಟ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಮಾಯ ಜಿಂಕೆಯ ಮುಟ್ಟೋಕೆ ಆಸೆಯ,&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-9211409207970995184?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9211409207970995184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=9211409207970995184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/9211409207970995184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/9211409207970995184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='ಮಂದಾಕಿನಿಯೆ'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2969412867792423756</id><published>2008-02-10T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:04:34.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Photo and  Photoshop</title><content type='html'>In recent time I have been seeing beautiful photos. Background B&amp;amp;W foreground color. Wished I could take such nice photos. I was told that I cannot take a photo like that, but can modify with Photoshop. This weekend I tried my luck with Photoshop. Being a first timer, I am happy with the outcome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165566308753413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R6_HMID5FbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/V0VyLOn70XY/s320/lillyBW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165566729660208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R6_HkoD5FcI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/V_K2b7Npla4/s320/BWlilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;What say?&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/36685065-2969412867792423756?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2969412867792423756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2969412867792423756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2969412867792423756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2969412867792423756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-and-photoshop.html' title='Photo and  Photoshop'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R6_HMID5FbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/V0VyLOn70XY/s72-c/lillyBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-5959205379185529641</id><published>2008-01-13T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:50:02.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Year of New experiences</title><content type='html'>Jan 1st 2008 started very differently. My owner came to my place early morning to inform water pump is not working and no water in the Tank. I had a holiday and I was asked to get the electrician to set it right. I did think what a way to start the New Year, but without much wait I could get hold of electrician and he did fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Next day I took out the car to go to office, guess what, back tyre went flat. Parked the car and went with colleague. Always I call puncture service to help me in replacing the tyre. I did call the puncture service that day too. But No one turned up. In the evening, I and my husband learnt to replace the tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by and this weekend we came across "Bird Watching session" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lalbagh&lt;/span&gt;. Getting up early on winter day was challenge but we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lalbagh&lt;/span&gt;. That was very nice experience. Till I saw "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tickle's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flowerpecker&lt;/span&gt;" I couldn't imagine any bird to be that small. Finding these tiny birds on a big tree needs alertness. Probably saw some 10 different kinds of birds yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been planning to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rangashankara&lt;/span&gt; from almost a year but couldn't make it. Yesterday we got ticket to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Neenu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nanadre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nanu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Neena&lt;/span&gt;?" a Kannada play. This was the first play I was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year seems to be so for good for me. And I am open for any number of good new experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-5959205379185529641?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5959205379185529641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=5959205379185529641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5959205379185529641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5959205379185529641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-of-new-experiences.html' title='Year of New experiences'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-1427335143395358488</id><published>2008-01-02T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:15:27.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Not a Penny Less Not a Penny More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This is by Jeffry Archer. This is Author's first book. This is first book I was reading of this Author too. I brought this book as I liked the Title. I was not disappointed after reading also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about what it took to become Metcalfe, How he cheated Professor Stephen , Dr Robin,  Art Dealer Jean-Pierre and  James I mean Lord James J .  How these four come up with plan to get their money from Metcalfe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thoroughly enjoyed the book. But I liked the plans these four men come up to thwart Metcalfe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-1427335143395358488?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1427335143395358488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=1427335143395358488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1427335143395358488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1427335143395358488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-penny-less-not-penny-more.html' title='Not a Penny Less Not a Penny More'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2070372853511249205</id><published>2007-12-06T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:13:23.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Tickets to watch Cricket, for Free</title><content type='html'>All of us might have heard this Advertisement. Take your mobile phone( will not mention the service provider)call the number play the game and get free ticket to wtach upcoming cricket match. There is a catch "Whoever plays more will get free tickets". Advertisement is ended saying call charges Rs 6 per minute.&lt;br /&gt;Not very sure who all will play and get the free tickets. But Whoever gets the "Free" ticket should re-think if it was really free. Person may end up spending  more money than the Actual rate of Ticket.&lt;br /&gt;But Free is tempting, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2070372853511249205?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2070372853511249205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2070372853511249205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2070372853511249205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2070372853511249205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/tickets-to-watch-cricket-for-free.html' title='Tickets to watch Cricket, for Free'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2292397641363959988</id><published>2007-11-29T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:53:43.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trek'/><title type='text'>Brahmagiri Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; This was my first trek. I was all excited and waiting for the day. First place to visit as part of this trek was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Irpu&lt;/span&gt; falls". Won't describe anything just take a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138485297829779666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-RJ0y2GNI/AAAAAAAABAY/-eIpRijmEoU/s320/DSC03946%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Had breakfast, collected sleeping bag arranged the backpack and all set to climb towards "Nari Male". Applied snuff and oil paste on legs and boots to safeguard from leech. You can imagine the state of my white socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizers informed that first one and half hour is the difficult path after that its easy. Many of us thought will start after one and half hour. Finally decided to explore how difficult it is and all started together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had “chapatti”, “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chatnipudi&lt;/span&gt;”, salad and curds for lunch. Must say we had very good lunch. I had not expected to get that good lunch at that remote place.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s not nap time, but its time to move ahead towards “Nari male”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138485731621476578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-RjEy2GOI/AAAAAAAABAg/mbTm5zE04PY/s320/Brahmagiri%2520018%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Climbed few minutes and looked around. I could see green, green and green everywhere. This was no less beautiful to what shown in movies. Should I say Beautiful/marvelous, I don't know which word suits this beauty, you take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138486221247748338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-R_ky2GPI/AAAAAAAABAo/qDdGpGfFlMI/s320/Brahmagiri%2520033%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138486225542715650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-R_0y2GQI/AAAAAAAABAw/LBttANEqi7o/s320/Brahmagiri%2520036%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We were at “Nari male”. Welcome drink supposed to wait for us, but got little delayed. Few eagerly waiting for their tea had a bad news. While climbing with grocery we had missed tea packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having energy booster "lemon juice" we started towards "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Munikal&lt;/span&gt; caves". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see much in caves as we were late and it was very dark. But the way to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Munikal&lt;/span&gt; caves" itself was worth seeing. While walking back, beautiful big Moon gave us the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138486577730033938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-SUUy2GRI/AAAAAAAABA4/vbhgqVGfv-Y/s320/Brahmagiri%2520054%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was followed by cultural activity. When I was busy enjoying the cultural activities, Red Cross at “Nari male”, took my blood without informing me.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to bed, we placed our self in sleeping bag. It was very cold and I could not sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up in the morning, warmed our self sitting in front of fire. Eagerly waiting Tea lovers were happy to have their cup of lemon tea in the morning. Went out for a "Nature Trail" which reminded me of Education tour during school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138486925622384930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-Soky2GSI/AAAAAAAABBA/PHfKAFq1os8/s320/Brahmagiri%2520072%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Had breakfast, packed the lunch, packed the bags and started towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brahmagiri&lt;/span&gt;. Two groups were made, one group which want to climb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brahmagiri&lt;/span&gt; and other group which will take relatively easier path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the base of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brahmagiri&lt;/span&gt; hill, can I actually climb this? was the only question in mind. Does danger come along with Beauty not sure , but this hill looked beautiful and dangerous. I finally decided to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138487694421530930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-TVUy2GTI/AAAAAAAABBI/kDmXjssa3wQ/s320/Brahmagiri%2520088%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138487698716498242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-TVky2GUI/AAAAAAAABBQ/oltGQFBAUMA/s320/Brahmagiri%2520090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Did look down while climbing up to make myself happy how much I have achieved :-). Finally we were on top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brahmagiri&lt;/span&gt;. Just threw myself on the bed of grass and relaxed for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time to climb down all the distance we covered in last one and half day. I had hurt my toe while climbing.  Had a doctor in our team and she did a first aid and I was all ready to take my steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138488476105578834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-UC0y2GVI/AAAAAAAABBY/zdv7QBOYp5s/s320/Brahmagiri%2520099%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We reached "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tirunelli&lt;/span&gt;" in kerala and our trek came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bangalore and back to noisy life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2292397641363959988?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2292397641363959988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2292397641363959988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2292397641363959988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2292397641363959988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/brahmagiri-trek.html' title='Brahmagiri Trek'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/R0-RJ0y2GNI/AAAAAAAABAY/-eIpRijmEoU/s72-c/DSC03946%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-7927572158097272017</id><published>2007-11-21T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:22:31.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Where I want to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to go around the world. To make this dream a reality it takes lot of money and time.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take first step to make dream a reality and started exploring Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are few places I want to go trekking&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kumar Parvata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sakaleshpura railway track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kodchadri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BR hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skandagiri( Moon light trek)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brahmagiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream trek as of now(India/Nepal) is "Manasa Sarovara". Some time back it was "Kodchadri". Person behind my change in places is Shrilatha. I get to see her trek photos and dream destination keeps changing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have registered to Brahmagiri Trek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will share my experience once I am back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-7927572158097272017?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7927572158097272017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=7927572158097272017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7927572158097272017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7927572158097272017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-i-want-to-go.html' title='Where I want to go?'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-1109880839557338485</id><published>2007-11-05T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:27:43.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>M G road Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday I had to drive from Marthhalli to Rajajinagar. Only road I was aware of was Martha halli-&gt;Airport road-&gt;M G road -&gt;Cubbon Road -&gt; Rajbhavan road -&gt; Malleshwaram -&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rajajinagar&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t try new roads especially when I am driving a car.&lt;br /&gt;I started around 11.20 am from Martha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halli&lt;/span&gt;.  Even though it was a slow moving traffic at some places I reached MG road in 30 minutes. Air Port road to MG road entry was closed. Traffic was diverted. There were no boards mentioning where to take left /right to reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cubbon&lt;/span&gt; road. I was almost lost. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;did no&lt;/span&gt;t know where to go. Putting together all the knowledge I had of roads and direction I choose a road to go, thanks to Bangalore traffic Police even that was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask many  people for direction to reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cubbon&lt;/span&gt; road. I kept driving in the direction suggested. When I reached a road near Commercial Street I was sure I haven’t lost and I can reach home.&lt;br /&gt;This was not problem with me alone. I could see many more enquiring the direction to reach their destination. I took nearly 1hr 40 minutes to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason they block one road, it would be great help if they put the boards for the alternate road to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity those who have to live with this disaster every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-1109880839557338485?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1109880839557338485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=1109880839557338485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1109880839557338485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1109880839557338485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/m-g-road-disaster.html' title='M G road Disaster'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-6640721672662013238</id><published>2007-10-26T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:58:04.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Sriman Narayana Sriman Narayana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Again on a song but this time it’s on classical/devotional song.I get to hear this song at my music class. My music teacher was teaching one more student. I fell in love with song. My teacher also told she is teaching the way M.S.S has version of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched in net to listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSS&lt;/span&gt; version. I found in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. But I always have problem listening from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t play continuously. Then I get to hear the version of “Bombay sisters” and also “Bombay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayashree&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Music India Online. I wish they put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MSS&lt;/span&gt; version too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayashree&lt;/span&gt; version seems to be easier compared to Bombay Sisters version.&lt;br /&gt;I am still searching for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MSS&lt;/span&gt; version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-6640721672662013238?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6640721672662013238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=6640721672662013238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6640721672662013238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6640721672662013238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/sriman-narayana-sriman-narayana.html' title='Sriman Narayana Sriman Narayana'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-8008423124007698590</id><published>2007-09-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:02:36.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Lata mangeshkar Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;28th September is Lata ji Birthday. Numerology says Born on 28th are No. 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No doubt she is No 1 singer of her days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When any one talks about Lataji, they talk only about her voice and songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Her own song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;naam ghum jaayega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;chehera ye badal jaayega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;meri awaaz hi pehchaan hai gar yaad hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tells it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;some songs of her which are just too good to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;rut hai milan ki saathi mere aa re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mohe kaheen le chal baanhon ke sahaare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;baagon mein kheton mein nadiya kinaare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;rut hai milan ki ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;na jiya laage na&lt;br /&gt;tere bina mera kahin jiya laage na&lt;br /&gt;tere bina jiya laage na tere bina jiya laage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; na bin tere tere bin saajna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;kal ki haseen mulaakaat ke liye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;aaj raat ke liye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ham-tum juda ho jaate hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;achchha chalo so jaate hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pyaar kiyaa to darnaa kyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jab pyaar kiyaa to darnaa kyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pyaar kiyaa koi chori nahin ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is dedicated to Lataji, Radio city is helping all Lata's fan playing her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-8008423124007698590?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8008423124007698590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=8008423124007698590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/8008423124007698590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/8008423124007698590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/lata-mangeshkar-birthday.html' title='Lata mangeshkar Birthday'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-1138215845393117672</id><published>2007-09-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:41:37.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Table Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got introduced to this game when I joined Degree course at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sagar&lt;/span&gt; before joining to Engineering course.Since I was sure to get into engineering course, didn't take the Degree course seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After college hours Spent some time completing the assignments given, and more time on learning to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;.Once I joined Engineering I couldn't play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Again this year I started playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; once in blue moon. This month our team is organizing some games (Fun at work). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; is one of them. So from past few days we practiced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday we (it was doubles) had match. We lost. But I am happy that we lost by 20-21 and 19-21. Yes, Yes it was best of three games.We were almost winning, but there is difference between almost winning and winning. Next time want to play and try to make this almost win to win :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-1138215845393117672?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1138215845393117672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=1138215845393117672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1138215845393117672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1138215845393117672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-tennis.html' title='Table Tennis'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-4859310165917497187</id><published>2007-08-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:05:06.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Chakde India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wow what a great movie. I am not a fan of  SRK. But this movie he is best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have never watched a Hockey match. I don't know anything about Hockey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All I know is there&lt;/span&gt; are two teams each having 11 players :-) And sometimes teams get penalty stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After watching this movie, I want to understand  the rules and start following Hockey matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Great job by each and everyone in that movie. Its a must watch for each and everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-4859310165917497187?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4859310165917497187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=4859310165917497187&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4859310165917497187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4859310165917497187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/chakde-india.html' title='Chakde India'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-9070359377006835160</id><published>2007-08-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:03:13.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>ಎಸ್.ಜಾನಕಿ</title><content type='html'>ಇವತ್ತು ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಜಾನಕಿಯವರ ಜೊತೆ ನಡೆಸಿದ ಸಂವಾದ 102.9 ಕಂಪನಾಂಕ ದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೇಳಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಆಯ್ತು. ನನಗೆ ಜಾನಕಿ ಯವರು ಹೇಳಿದ ಹಾಡುಗಳು ತುಂಬಾ ಇಷ್ಟ.  ಕೆಲವು ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ತಂಗಾಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ತೇಲಿ ಬಂದೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನನ್ನು ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ನೋಡಲೆಂದೆ&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಪೂಜಿಸಲೆಂದೆ ಹೂಗಳ ತಂದೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ದರುಶನ ಕೋರಿ ನಾ ನಿಂದೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ತೆರೆಯೋ ಬಾಗಿಲನ ರಾಮ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಗುವ ನಯನಾ ಮಧುರ ಮೌನ,&lt;br /&gt;ನುಡಿವ ಹೃದಯ ಇರೆ ಮಾತೇಕೆ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ರಾಜಾ ಮುದ್ದು ರಾಜಾ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಒಲಿದು ಬಂದ ನನ್ನ ಬೇಡೆಂದರೇನು ಚೆನ್ನ..&lt;br /&gt;ರಾಜಾ ಮುದ್ದು ರಾಜಾ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-9070359377006835160?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9070359377006835160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=9070359377006835160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/9070359377006835160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/9070359377006835160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_21.html' title='ಎಸ್.ಜಾನಕಿ'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-3393883600742366988</id><published>2007-08-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:23:18.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardens'/><title type='text'>ಪುಷ್ಪ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ಹೂವೆ ಹೂವೆ, ಹೂವೆ ಹೂವೆ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ನಿನ್ನೀ ನಗುವಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣ ವೇನೇ ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098396100020223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEkPZHxPrI/AAAAAAAAAko/MmE8HYWQG0c/s320/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹುವಾ ರೋಜಾ ಹುವಾ, ಹುವಾ ನನ್ನ ಜೀವಾ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098398195964264258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEmJZHxP0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/xQY8eowdmGI/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;ಈ ಗುಲಾಬಿಯು ನಿಮಗಾಗಿ, ಇದು ಚೆಲ್ಲುವ ಪರಿಮಳ ನಿಮಗಾಗಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098397955446095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEl7ZHxPzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/PC_QF-1SFGw/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಆಗ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ ಇರೊ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸಂಕೇತ ತಾಜ್ ಅನ್ನು , ರೇಡಿಯೋ ಮಿರ್ಚಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ತಂದಿದೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098399772217261906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEnlJHxP1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/aV4-iH3e7Rk/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ವಾಃ ತಾಜ್. ಅರೆ ಆಗ್ರಾ ಇಂದ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಬರೋವಾಗ ತಾಜ್ makeup ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡಿದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ಇಸ್ರೊ ಇಂದ ಒಂದು rocket ಕಾಣೆ ಆಗಿದೆ ಅಂತ ಪತ್ರಿಕೇಲಿ ಓದಿದ್ದೆ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098401636233068386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEpRpHxP2I/AAAAAAAAAmU/wXuNhDGl39I/s320/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ಅರೆ ಕಳೆದುಹೋದ rocket ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ ದಿನಾಚರಣೆ ಆಚರಿಸಲು ಬೆಂಗೆಳೂರಿಗೆ ಬಂದ ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098402868888682354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEqZZHxP3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/K35CtEgltkw/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾವು ಹೊರಡೋಣ?&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/36685065-3393883600742366988?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3393883600742366988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=3393883600742366988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3393883600742366988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3393883600742366988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_13.html' title='ಪುಷ್ಪ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನ'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RsEkPZHxPrI/AAAAAAAAAko/MmE8HYWQG0c/s72-c/DSC00824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-3356059588071868844</id><published>2007-08-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:19:03.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Day Dedicated to "Gulzar" saab</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am listening to songs penned by "Gulzar" saab. I am great fan of him.&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful his poems are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Few songs in my list for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From Masoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huzuur is kadar bhii na itaraa ke chaliye&lt;br /&gt;khule aam aa.Nchal na laharaa ke chaliye (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koI manachalaa gar paka.D legaa aa.Nchal&lt;br /&gt;zaraa sochiye aap kyaa kiijiyegaa&lt;br /&gt;lagaa de.n agar bha.Dake zulfo.n me.n kaliyaa.N&lt;br /&gt;to kyaa apanii zulfe.n jhaTak diijiyegaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From Gharonda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do diwane shahar mein, raat mein aur dopahar mein&lt;br /&gt;aabodana dhundhate hain ek aashiyana dhundhate hain&lt;br /&gt;do diwane shahar mein, raat mein aur dopahar mein&lt;br /&gt;aabodana dhundhate hain ek aashiyana dhundhate hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and not to forget from Anand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maine tere liye hii saat ra.ng ke sapane chune&lt;br /&gt;sapane suriile sapane&lt;br /&gt;kuchh ha.Ns ke, kuchh Gam ke&lt;br /&gt;terii aa.Nkho.n ke saae churaae&lt;br /&gt;rasiilii yaado.n ne&lt;br /&gt;maine tere liye …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List will probably  keep growing like "Hanuman tail" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-3356059588071868844?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3356059588071868844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=3356059588071868844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3356059588071868844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3356059588071868844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-dedicated-to-gulzar-saab.html' title='Day Dedicated to &quot;Gulzar&quot; saab'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-6714032534714111835</id><published>2007-08-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:29:50.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>ನುಡಿಯೆ ಮರೆತಿದ್ದೆ ನಾ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲು ನೀನೇನೆ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಕಂಡಲ್ಲು ನೀನೇನೆ ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ನನ್ನಲ್ಲು ನೀನೇ ಕಾಣುವೆ, ಓ ಹೋ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಇದು "ಪಲ್ಲಕ್ಕಿ" ಕನ್ನ್ದಡ ಚಲನಚಿತ್ರದ ಹಾಡು. ಈ ಹಾಡಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟ ಆಗೋದು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಬರಿ ಸೊನ್ನೆ ಯಾಗಿದ್ದೆನಾ, ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನೆ ನೀ ತುಂಬಿದೆ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ನುಡಿಯೆ ಮರೆತಿದ್ದೆನಾ , ಈಗೀಗ ಕಣ್ಣೆ ಮಾತಡಿದೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ನೀ ಮೋಡಿಯಾ ಮಾಡಿದೆ ಓ, ಹೋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲು ನೀನೇನೆ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಕಂಡಲ್ಲು ನೀನೇನೆ ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನಲ್ಲು ನೀನೇ ಕಾಣುವೆ ಓ, ಹೋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-6714032534714111835?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6714032534714111835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=6714032534714111835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6714032534714111835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6714032534714111835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='ನುಡಿಯೆ ಮರೆತಿದ್ದೆ ನಾ'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-1649659778107287814</id><published>2007-07-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:51:30.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trek'/><title type='text'>Adventure at Ramanagaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This year team outing was different from previous years. Venue was “Ramanagarm” and not any resort. I was exited and eagerly waiting for the day. On Much awaited day we started from Koramangala at 8am. For the first time in my life I was sitting in School bus.&lt;br /&gt;Around we 9.30am we were at the picnic spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure club members were setting up for the adventurous events. First was rope traversing, then rappelling and Chimney climbing. Our team head count was 60+. Hence we made 3 groups. My group first went to Chimney climbing. Instructor gave instructions for chimney climbing and demonstrated. Knew it’s a tough job but wanted to do it. I started with shoes on failed, then with socks on and failed. I tried with bear foot and I was able to do it. I took my own time but successfully climbed. I was on top of the world with no energy left to touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093586913469741826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RrAOT5HxOwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6bq8fGCBFfo/s320/DSC05143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093587531945032482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RrAO35HxOyI/AAAAAAAAAco/yho2-Nw9plo/s320/DSCF1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Next adventure spot for our group was rappelling. It looked scary but seemed to be easier than chimney climbing. I geared up for rappelling. First few steps I was little nervous. But then I just enjoyed. I Wanted to do it again and again. This did not require energy all it required was fearless steps on rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093587811117906738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RrAPIJHxOzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/m52rc_l-f0Y/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were left with “Rope traversing”. This was scheduled for our team post lunch session. I was feeling rope traversing was toughest as I felt it needs more energy. We had to climb the Ladder, this was adventurous by itself. I traversed half the distance in the way I was instructed to do. But I couldn't’t continue. My back was hurting badly. I did cover the full distance but in my own way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093588197664963394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RrAPepHxO0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/4Bqqb4-shmw/s320/picnic-2007+223+(14).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Evening trek to Sunset point was cancelled as it rained. We did enjoy walking in rain at base camp. Late in the evening we had singing, dancing and bonfire. They served hot “baji” to eat. After having dinner we started back to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;This was no doubt a most memorable trek till date.&lt;/span&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/36685065-1649659778107287814?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1649659778107287814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=1649659778107287814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1649659778107287814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/1649659778107287814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/adventure-at-ramanagaram.html' title='Adventure at Ramanagaram'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RrAOT5HxOwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6bq8fGCBFfo/s72-c/DSC05143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-4410983496899554988</id><published>2007-07-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:52:52.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Om Coffee :-)</title><content type='html'>We all have heard of "Filter coffee", "Nescafe" but not "Om" coffee? Then visit a coffee shop in HSR. Many a times we had coffee there but last Friday we were served a beautiful coffee. After Closer look at the coffee we found that they had designed "Om”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too take a look.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090603663545678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RqV1D5HxOWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DcwYPE8pjYo/s320/Image062.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-4410983496899554988?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4410983496899554988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=4410983496899554988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4410983496899554988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/4410983496899554988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/om-coffee.html' title='Om Coffee :-)'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RqV1D5HxOWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DcwYPE8pjYo/s72-c/Image062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2432070404599894389</id><published>2007-07-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:49:36.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಮಾನವ ತಾನು ಕೆಡದಲ್ಲದೆ ಪ್ರಾಣಿಗಳನ್ನು ಕೆಡಿಸಿದ</title><content type='html'>ಕೆಲವು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತೆ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಜೆ.ಸಿ ರಸ್ತೇಲಿ ಹೊಗಬೆಕಾದ್ರೆ ಒಂದು ನಾಯಿ ರಸ್ತೆ ದಾಟೊದು ನೋಡಿ ತುಂಬಾ ಸಂತೊಷಪಟ್ಟಿದ್ವಿ. ರಸ್ತೆಲಿ ವಾಹನಗಳ ಸಂಚಾರ ನೋಡಿ ದಾಟಿತ್ತು. ಆದ್ರೆ ನಾವು ಮಾನವರು(So called civilized people) ವಾಹನ ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರೆ ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಬ್ರೆಕ್ ಇದೆ ಅಂತ ವಾಹನದ ಮುಂದೆ ಹೋಗಿ ನಿತ್ತು ಚಾಲಕನ ಚಾಣಕ್ಯ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಮಾಡ್ತೀವಿ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈಗ ಪ್ರಾಣಿಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ಬುದ್ದಿನ ಕಲ್ತಿವೆ(I guess they are also civilized now). ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಕಛೇರಿ ಇಂದ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗಬೇಕಾದ್ರೆ, ನಾಯಿ ನನ್ನ ಗಾಡಿ ಮುಂದೆ ಬಂದು ನನ್ಗೆ ಗಾಡಿ ಹಿಡಿತ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಮಾಡ್ತು. ನಿನ್ನೆ ಎತ್ತು ನಾನೆನು ಕಡಿಮೆ ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಮಾಡ್ತು. ನಾನು ಪಾಸಗಿದೀನಿ, ಯಾಕಂದ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಗಾಡಿ ಸರಿ ಇದೆ, ನಾಯಿ, ಎತ್ತು ಕೊಡ ಜೀವನ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇವೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಹಾಗೆ ವಾಹನ ಚಲಾಯಿಸುವವರು ದಿನಾ ರಸ್ತೆಲಿ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಬರಿತೀವಿ. ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಪರೀಕ್ಷಿಸುವವರು ಮಾನವರು,ಜಾನವರು. ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವರು ನಪಾಸ್ ಆದ್ರೆ ಕೆಲವರು ಪಾಸ್.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2432070404599894389?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2432070404599894389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2432070404599894389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2432070404599894389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2432070404599894389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='ಮಾನವ ತಾನು ಕೆಡದಲ್ಲದೆ ಪ್ರಾಣಿಗಳನ್ನು ಕೆಡಿಸಿದ'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-5177165330513537312</id><published>2007-07-03T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:17:21.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>J. Jankovic-Out of Wimbledon 2007 :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I got to see her play in French Open 2007. She was playing against Henin My favourite. No doubt I wanted Henin to win the match. But watching Jankovic play I started liking her. She is very sweet. She always applauds when opponent plays well. I guess I like this attitude of her the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimbledon she played well against Safarova. Saforova covers court brilliantly. I feel Jankovic is sometimes overconfident. But she has quite a good number of Ace from her Racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jankovic played against Bartoli. She lost the game :-(. Bartoli was brilliant. Jankovic again applauded for brilliant return from Bartoli. Thanks to Start Sports I couldn’t watch full match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-5177165330513537312?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5177165330513537312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=5177165330513537312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5177165330513537312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5177165330513537312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/j-jankovic-out-of-wimbledon-2007.html' title='J. Jankovic-Out of Wimbledon 2007 :-('/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2890886187398108526</id><published>2007-07-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:40:06.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Not Without My Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My colleague recommended “Not without My daughter” to me. I was reading for the first time a real story.  As I started to read the book, it was clear that author had very bad experience in Iran(Contradict to what I had heard from Shrilatha).  Each and every word in a sentence revealed hatred. Story is about an American Women (Betty) married to an Iranian (Moody) and their little darling Mehtob.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about this story, it’s a happy ending. And narration of story is good too. When I read I felt as if Betty is narrating her story sitting in front of me. This book is very unsettling. Till I completed reading, Betty, Mehatob and Moody were in my dreams. The day I completed I had a sound sleep, no more dreams on Betty, Moody or Mehtob.After all the tortures, Betty and Mehtob survive to meet their family back in America. I am unable to understand what helped them survive, their stamina or determination to survive the odds and unite with family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2890886187398108526?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2890886187398108526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2890886187398108526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2890886187398108526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2890886187398108526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-without-my-daughter.html' title='Not Without My Daughter'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-795596874080794758</id><published>2007-06-21T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:58:29.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>World Music Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;World Music day is Celebrated on 21st June. I came to know about it yesterday :-). Probably Many came to know about it yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FM 91.1 is my drive time friend. And Sunshine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; announced that RC will be playing special songs for World Music Day. I love many songs but I don't know I remembered " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Albela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sajan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ayore&lt;/span&gt;" from Hum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chuke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sanam&lt;/span&gt;. After 5 minutes Sunshine girl played the same song. Was my wish fulfilled because of World Music Day or Telepathy works I don't know and not worried either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Reached office and wanted to listen to old song list which my friend had created in raga. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;raaga&lt;/span&gt; had some problem yesterday. Thought of trying Music India Online to listen to MS songs. Even that didn't open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remembered I have "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;. Ra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bendre&lt;/span&gt;" songs stored in my system. I kept listening to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Beautiful poems with beautiful tunes. What else  I could wish on World Music Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why only one day is marked as World Music Day. Isn't the music part of our life. Isn't every day a Music Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-795596874080794758?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/795596874080794758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=795596874080794758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/795596874080794758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/795596874080794758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/world-music-day.html' title='World Music Day'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-7052596556132428987</id><published>2007-06-20T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:06:46.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trek'/><title type='text'>Devrayana Durga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wanted to go trekking this weekend, Didn't knew where to go. Finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shrilatha&lt;/span&gt; suggested to go to DD(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devrayana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Durga&lt;/span&gt;).Four of us started on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; to DD. We drove car our self to DD enjoying the traffic free drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078366737497574354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn7pDOzy9I/AAAAAAAAACk/K645DTcodS8/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had told I want to walk even though there is a road for vehicles to "Yoga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Narasimha&lt;/span&gt;" Temple. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shrilatha&lt;/span&gt; had even told me to climb further and reach "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mantapam&lt;/span&gt;".We reached "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bhoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Narasimha&lt;/span&gt; temple at base around 9.30am. It was very calm. Place is clean too.Loved the way they had tied sari to "Lakshmi" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;devi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078362721703152434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn3_TOzyzI/AAAAAAAAABU/QBfjT5UwsKA/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jamun&lt;/span&gt; first time this year.Enquired which is path to take if we are interested to walk. And started marching towards our destination.It was sunny not a very good weather for trek. But we had determined to walk and we stick to that.Few places it was steep but good experience. On the way Our camera caught beautiful pictures around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078363357358312258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn4kTOzy0I/AAAAAAAAABc/EgXfpfA-XdY/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078364113272556386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn5QTOzy2I/AAAAAAAAABs/FabEg_As3fE/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078363842689616722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn5AjOzy1I/AAAAAAAAABk/LqZQcpOkdio/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We reached "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bhoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Narasimha&lt;/span&gt;" temple.All busy in buying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;" material, we were busy buying eatable. We were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;After taking the blessings of "Yoga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Narasimha&lt;/span&gt;" we moved towards the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Matapam&lt;/span&gt;". There are arrows to guide. We had enough time to explore the rock and we went to place where it said no road :-). We were happy about ourselves not to follow the arrow as we explored many more caves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078364993740852098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn6DjOzy4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xMsKMgEIv0k/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078365328748301202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn6XDOzy5I/AAAAAAAAACE/nmE9E_AWy0A/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078365736770194338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn6uzOzy6I/AAAAAAAAACM/DDiuS-Cu7rM/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We relaxed in sun for sometime and walked back to base.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078364388150463346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn5gTOzy3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hoMuk2lFv_4/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078365985878297522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn69TOzy7I/AAAAAAAAACU/6rGsJFKtqt4/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078366243576335298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn7MTOzy8I/AAAAAAAAACc/_RhX9t6Ls9k/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-7052596556132428987?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7052596556132428987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=7052596556132428987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7052596556132428987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7052596556132428987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/devrayana-durga.html' title='Devrayana Durga'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rnn7pDOzy9I/AAAAAAAAACk/K645DTcodS8/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-3000213830467878941</id><published>2007-06-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:35:16.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Sabudana Upama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No No I am not giving a recipe here. I am sharing my long relation with&lt;br /&gt;"Sabudana Upama".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I did my engineering in "BEC Bagalkot". First year and Final year I was in Hostel. But Second and third year I stayed with my friends in a room near to college. Attached to our room was a house were "Aunt , Uncle and their 2 kids" were staying. We were lucky to have such a nice family as neighbours. Aunt Used to prepare "SabuDana Upama" during Shivratri. She may be preparing other days too. But I had got to eat on Shivratri. It was very tastey.  That time I didn't even know to prepare a cup of coffee. So I didn't bother to know the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Recently during lunch we lunch mates started discussing on "Sabudana payasam". Thanks to our caterers. Now I know to cook so I asked if any one know how to prepare "Sabudana Upama". One of them mentioned how to prepare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On same day I happened to tell how much I like "Sabudana Upma" to my friend Shrilatha too. She probably took 1 minute to send me the blog on preparing "Sabudana Upama".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I decided I will prepare on weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Next day I was surprised to see one of my colleague(who was not aware of Sabudana discussion) had brought "Sabudana Upma" for her breakfast. I was shameless enough to say I love it. So sweet of her she asked me to eat. That was also very tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One Sunday I prepared as mentioned  in blog. I was disappointed as it was almost like a glue. I told my colleague who had brought Upama what had happened. She told I have to soak it only for 45 minutes and not 3/4 hours. Second Time I tried again. This time it wasn't glue but it was little harder. Again  I told her my upama story. She said she soaks previous night and keeps in Refrigerator and prepares in the Morning. And she buys Sabudana from "FabMall". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday I did the same steps and Today yeah "Sabudana Upma" came out really nice. My theory "To learn any dish you need 3 days" proved right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-3000213830467878941?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3000213830467878941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=3000213830467878941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3000213830467878941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3000213830467878941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/sabudana-upama.html' title='Sabudana Upama'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-7928911435768828089</id><published>2007-06-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:34:44.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>French Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I happened to watch French Open women's Semifinals. Henin And Ana were Superb. But Henin is my favorite. I am not fan of Sharapova. I feel she lacks sportsmen(women)ship. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started liking Ana too. But still I want Henin to win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching them play reminded me of the days I started following tennis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started watching tennis when I was in school. I liked Steffi. How calm a player can be. When I was not understanding the rules, players expression would help me to know  they lost the point/won. But It was very difficult to understand from steffi expression. As she used to be calm all the time. Just opposite was Monika. No doubt Monika was a good player but I liked Steffi.Among Men players I liked Boris Becker, Pete Sampras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I like Federror, watching him play is treat to eye.Now a days most players are hard hitters. But Federor place the ball very nicely.I feel he wins because of his intelligent way of placing the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Men's Semi Finals. I will not be able to watch. But I guess Federror and Nadal will be in Finals.&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget Martina Navratilova. She is all time favorite. She is one more cool chap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-7928911435768828089?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7928911435768828089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=7928911435768828089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7928911435768828089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/7928911435768828089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/french-open.html' title='French Open'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-5557589203237732698</id><published>2007-06-04T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:34:29.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Cheeni Kum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I like sweet which is really sweet. I never thought I can like a sweet which is less sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I liked Cheeni Kum.  I like Tabu she is a fantastic actress. Not to mention AB is always best.How sweet "sexy" was. How could they say "cheeni kum" :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I liked  everything in the movie. Starting from AB name "ghas poos" to AB mother saying I don't have to eat my medicine as I  don't have to cook for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the  scenes I liked most is AB mother telling Tabu there was a women in AB life for 6 months. How well mother can know her kids without kids telling her. Is n't it so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I like original kannada song " joteyali jote joteyali" and I like "janedona jane janedona" too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Very good dialogues. Debut movie of a director/writer should be the one to watch I guess. They will be fresh and different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I liked "cheeni kum" not because it a sweet with less sugar but its  like "Haldiram's chatpata".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-5557589203237732698?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5557589203237732698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=5557589203237732698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5557589203237732698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/5557589203237732698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/cheeni-kum.html' title='Cheeni Kum'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-6075141734566804083</id><published>2007-05-22T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:35:16.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Not Paying Tax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Few days back I was flipping through old news paper. And my eyes caught an interesting article "How it feels not to pay any tax". Reading the subject itself my eyes opened wide and I guess I started dreaming about "no one in India paying Tax".&lt;br /&gt;Putting a break to my day dream, I started reading the article. The guy who wrote this article mentioned that he stays in Saudi Arabia and there he earns 8000 Saudi riyals and he doesn't pay a penny as tax. Whatever he gets in paper as salary is his take home salary.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly that person felt he was not contributing to the growth of the country as he wasn't paying tax. He also mentioned that company pays the tax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My view regarding this is fully different. I feel company would have fixed the salary taking out the tax a person should pay. i.e if he is worth 9000 riyals he would be payed 8000 riyals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Directly or indirectly each of us pay the tax and also part of country's growth.I don't think I will feel left out If My country says no tax from people. I will be the happiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-6075141734566804083?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6075141734566804083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=6075141734566804083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6075141734566804083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/6075141734566804083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-paying-tax.html' title='Not Paying Tax'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-3369865913822604474</id><published>2007-05-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:35:51.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardens'/><title type='text'>Lumbini Garden</title><content type='html'>Not Friday the 13Th but Sunday 13th of May 2007 we decided to visit Lumbini Garden near Nagavara. We started from Rajajinagar at 5.15pm and started towards Lumbini. We reached around 6pm . Garden is located on the Nagavara ring road.We were astonished to see the crowd near the entrance. I couldn't capture the crowd in the snap :-) So here is the snap of the entrance with 3 men. Thanks to flickr.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064996056581250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rkp7E_VHnfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JeouJG4eYxI/s320/entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We managed to get the entrance ticket paying Rs30 per head and entered the Lumbini Garden/Nagavara Lake. There was a huge crowd waiting to get the ticket and enter the garden. But inside the garden rush was probably 10 times the number waiting outside. Rush reminded me of "Sirsi Marikamba fair".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064998783885483554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rkp9jvVHniI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9SKqi28I9UE/s320/lake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064998229834702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rkp9DfVHngI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_ZFFBu7ooAw/s320/lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids were happy climbing the rock and others very busy eating the snack.Surprisingly people were busy eating/watching others and not enjoying the nature. Taking "banana baji" and coffee we decided to tell nature don't feel bad we are here to watch you. You can see us relaxing sitting on chair with cup of coffee? :-) No then imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065000935664098866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rkp_g_VHnjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yY5u8UxKdEM/s320/placetorelax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We spent some time relaxing here. Sun said he is tiered and want to take rest.we said wait a minute we want to catch you in our camera. So nice of him, he posed for photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065002408837881410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RkqA2vVHnkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pc1oqeEFAbU/s320/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065002683715788370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RkqBGvVHnlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RrXIugqxq2k/s320/sun1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After having a photo session with sun we decided to explore other part of garden. There is a "Artificial Beach" but we couldn't see as there was huge crowd waiting to enter and we decided to come back one more time to see beach in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065004315803360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RkqClvVHnmI/AAAAAAAAABE/CxKKY0M2kG0/s320/lumbini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065004564911464050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/RkqC0PVHnnI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y4JzsV-Gm1U/s320/lumbini1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; No Doubt its a beautiful garden but lake still stinks. Lake is not as clean as Sanky Tank in Bangalore. People are allowed to carry eatables inside the garden so more the people more dirty its going to be. Its quite a big garden now and its going to be bigger in future. One side is still under development.&lt;br /&gt;Our legs started saying they need rest and giving respect to their words we started back home.&lt;br /&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/36685065-3369865913822604474?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3369865913822604474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=3369865913822604474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3369865913822604474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/3369865913822604474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/lumbini-garden.html' title='Lumbini Garden'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jlRuHiMPgqo/Rkp7E_VHnfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JeouJG4eYxI/s72-c/entrance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-604052017306386661</id><published>2007-04-23T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:35:51.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardens'/><title type='text'>A visit to Cubbon Park</title><content type='html'>My in-laws had some work in Pensioner's office. Pensioner's office is located in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; Park. Yes its inside the beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; Park.We started from home and drew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neighbours&lt;/span&gt; envy owner's pride "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vidhana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Souda&lt;/span&gt;" to reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;br /&gt;Any time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vidhana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Soudha&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; my ride from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Banshankari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IInd&lt;/span&gt; stage to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cunningham&lt;/span&gt; road. I was getting to see the beauty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vidhana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Soudha&lt;/span&gt; in all&lt;br /&gt;seasons. With good old memories entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; park.All the trees were looking so beautiful.That raises a question why don't we have Beautiful Tree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not well always. Same at Cubbon Park. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; to see how badly the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;surroundings&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pensioner's&lt;/span&gt; office was maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;laws&lt;/span&gt; went to the office and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; to Sit below a mango tree listening to music.A person came in car , parked the car , took one book and started reading sitting below the tree.I have never tried reading sitting below a tree. I think I should try at least once to find how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was exploring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; park and found few were playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tennis&lt;/span&gt;. One of my favorite sport is tennis(I don't know to play :-(). I decided to spend rest of the time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; park watching people play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tennis&lt;/span&gt; in bright sun.80% of the audience were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; 60s. I thought I will&lt;br /&gt;have 5 or 10 minutes so preferred to stand. But One of the audience there asked me to sit by vacating the chair. It was so nice of him. I sat watching them play. I was amazed to see them play in bright Sun. First they practiced and they started playing the match. My in-laws work took good amount of time and I got to watch tennis for 45 minutes. Thanks to the person for offering me chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love walking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Cubbon&lt;/span&gt; Park or L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;albagh&lt;/span&gt;. This visit was one more memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was not as good a treat to eye as watching F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ederror&lt;/span&gt; play. But it was far better than watching our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;cricketers&lt;/span&gt; in WC :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-604052017306386661?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/604052017306386661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=604052017306386661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/604052017306386661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/604052017306386661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/visit-to-cubbon-park.html' title='A visit to Cubbon Park'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-718992485934066774</id><published>2007-04-16T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:34:12.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Raincoat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Much awaited Summer rain in Bangalore poured last week.And it was time for me to watch "&lt;em&gt;Raincoat&lt;/em&gt;" and not to buy one :-)&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about Raincoat Movie. Ah its old one!Yes its quite old. But I had not watched it. Had heard a lot and wanted to watch. Moreover I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ajay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devgan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Friday "&lt;em&gt;Raincoat&lt;/em&gt;" was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;telecast &lt;/span&gt; in Zoom TV. And I Happened to tune to the channel exactly when they started. And no way I could miss this chance. So I started watching.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle power went of due to rain. I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the climax of me watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;But in few minutes power was back and me back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its a slow movie. But a good movie.I liked the conversation, it was very natural. Everything was so natural.&lt;br /&gt;I was unhappy with one thing :-) We(human) are too greedy.&lt;br /&gt;When Ajay meets Ash at her place, I could see Ash clearly and even Ajay clearly. But Ajay says Please light the lamp so that I can see your face. Common, there is so much light why do you have to waste candle :-) Poor Ash.&lt;br /&gt;I am not Ash fan, but she has really done a good job in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the movie with high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt; didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; me. Even though I missed few hours of my sleep, it was worth.&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/36685065-718992485934066774?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/718992485934066774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=718992485934066774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/718992485934066774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/718992485934066774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/raincoat.html' title='Raincoat'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-823709529462351814</id><published>2007-04-10T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:36:05.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Standard of Govt Books</title><content type='html'>I went to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chalghatta&lt;/span&gt; govt school 2 weekends. First weekend, some time I sat in class where my friend was taking class. And then took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; for 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std.&lt;br /&gt;Second week I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;moted:-) and sent to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; for 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std.&lt;br /&gt;Being sure that, that school has from std 1 and I won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;moted to '0' I went to class 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.Very few students in class. Asked them which chapter to start?. They said I need to teach them "Posting a letter".&lt;br /&gt;I thought good one for 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std. And started. Note in Govt school from 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std they start learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; alphabets. So we need to spell the letters first and then spell the word. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I felt it difficult as that habit is gone from so many years.We started reading each and every letter and each and every word. There are few words written in book for example&lt;br /&gt;I would is written "I'd" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; on earth can expect a kid who just started learning 'A B C' to understand this. And if we teach them this way how will they know the spelling of "I Would' If everyone on earth think 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Std kid can understand "I'd" then I must be from mars :-)One more thing I was unhappy was&lt;br /&gt;Situation is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt; goes to Post office and asks postmaster for a postcard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; master answer is ."Here it is". This is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. But for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beginners&lt;/span&gt; I guess it should have been "Here is the post card". That helps kid to read the same word multiple time and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with that new word.&lt;br /&gt;There were many such spelling which I feel difficult for 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Std kid to understand.&lt;br /&gt;But we have to teach the same way :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-823709529462351814?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/823709529462351814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=823709529462351814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/823709529462351814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/823709529462351814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/standard-of-govt-books.html' title='Standard of Govt Books'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-2995051338944931669</id><published>2007-04-10T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:36:05.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Hamesha such bolna !</title><content type='html'>Wait wait I am not preaching you anything here. This is a one of the Hindi chapters for 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std Govt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;School in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;karnataka&lt;/span&gt;.One weekend I decided to join my friend who visits a govt school in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chalghatta&lt;/span&gt;" near Air-port road.&lt;br /&gt;She takes Hindi for 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Std school. Since I was new to that school I thought I will sit in my friends class and help her in controlling the kids. Chapter for that Day was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hamesha&lt;/span&gt; Such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bolna&lt;/span&gt;". She started teaching. This was a story taken from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MahaBharat&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dritarashtra&lt;/span&gt; was one of the name in book. Almost all found it difficult to pronounce his name. Few said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dushta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rashtra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dushta&lt;/span&gt; raj.After some I asked one guy to write on board "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Dritarashtra&lt;/span&gt;" in Hindi, with very small mistake he wrote on board.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure students were listening what we were saying my friend started asking question.&lt;br /&gt;Question she asked was "Who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pandu&lt;/span&gt;". Even though all knew the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;, no one wanted to attempt pronouncing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dritarashtra&lt;/span&gt;".But incident made write this is a guy  said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pandu&lt;/span&gt; is brother of" and showed his finger towards the board :-)&lt;br /&gt;We both couldn't stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; at his answer.Is it his laziness or his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt; to properly make use of available things !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-2995051338944931669?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2995051338944931669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=2995051338944931669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2995051338944931669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/2995051338944931669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/hamesha-such-bolna.html' title='Hamesha such bolna !'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-116822915266889514</id><published>2007-01-07T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:36:32.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Kallrali Hoovagi</title><content type='html'>Movie by Naghabarana, got good review from almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to watch this movie on 30th Dec Saturday. Being year-end we didn't know if we would get tickets. So I tried to book the ticket in Innovative Multiplex. But movie was not played in Innovative and so with help of a friend I booked tickets in PVR for 6.50pm Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the auditorium and found only Hindi movie trailer being shown, so checked with next seaters to make sure that we are in right auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally movie started with a midnight battle between "madakari nayaka's army and "haider Ali". Color used in this scene was superb. I could really feel its night. Usually in movies night scenes are either very dark so nothing can be seen, or full bright which is un-realistic. Here they have taken as full moon day and the scene looks realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the start of the movie. Overall picturization is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt just because "Vijay can dance well" they have put many songs. Heroin looks fresh. She looks beautiful in Hindu costume. She doesn't have a Muslim look at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the senior actors were good. Sumalatha didn't speak a word. Bharathi and AnatNag were tooo good. But I felt Ambrish accent was little dramatic. It was looking over acting than natural Raja tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajy Raghvendra has done Justice to the role but I felt his role was as normal as in other movies. He didn't talk in the accent of kingdom era. So when you here him speaking you don't feel its historic movie :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One family sitting next to us left after interval. But I don't think it was that bad a movie. But liking differs. Even though I don't say its a must watch but its not boring too. its a good time pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets for going to "kallarali hoovagi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116822915266889514?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116822915266889514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116822915266889514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116822915266889514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116822915266889514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/kallrali-hoovagi.html' title='Kallrali Hoovagi'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-116738248909904570</id><published>2006-12-29T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:36:51.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Change in my Office timings</title><content type='html'>I was staying in Kamalanagar and my office is in Bannerghatta road. Office to Home is 20km distance. I was to leaving home at 7.30am, and reach office by 8.15am. And Leave office any time after 4.30pm. I was so used to this timing and most of the days I avoided traffic.&lt;br /&gt;As we (my husband and myself) spent more time traveling to and forth to office, we decided to shift to HSR Layout. I am not a person who can look at the city map and find the route to the destination. I need to go with someone to know the route. Since HSR was new for me I decided to take office cab facility for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 4 who take one cab. I am picked at HSR around 9.15am. And cab starts from office at around 7.30pm.  At 7pm I closed my system and went to read the newspaper. Security personnel was astonished to see me in office at 7pm. He asked me why am I in office still. I gave him the explanation. Before he asked 90% of the team members had asked me the same question and had given them the reason. One colleague thought there was some problem with his watch J&lt;br /&gt;Second day my colleague who leaves very near to my house dropped me and I went back early. Third day again I had to stay back till 7.30pm. 10% of the team members who had not seen me on other day were surprised to see me so late in office. I was taking staircase to go down to parking lot, then security at 1st floor called me. He said why madam not getting your car? Yours used to be first car. Looked like he missed my car in parking lot. I played my story again there.&lt;br /&gt;Change in my schedule has raised question in so many people.&lt;br /&gt; I will change my schedule again next month, no not to check how many people ask me, but was to get rid of cab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116738248909904570?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116738248909904570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116738248909904570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116738248909904570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116738248909904570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/change-in-my-office-timings.html' title='Change in my Office timings'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-116531300229851277</id><published>2006-12-05T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:36:51.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Company I work for announced merger with another company couple of months back.&lt;br /&gt;Very frequently we got merger update mails. From one month along with merger update we were seeing about "Day 1" a new entry in the merger update mail.&lt;br /&gt;Since New Year was nearing we thought (at least I thought) “Day 1” is Jan 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we got a mail mentioning December 1st is day 1 and stay tuned for more updates. One after the other mails floated and looked to be a big day. 29th November got a mail requesting all employees to vacate the office on 30th November by 6.30pm for them to make arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what arrangements they will do? They also notified that higher management would welcome the employees after 8.30am on December 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an early bird to office, but didn’t wanted to miss higher management welcoming me, so reached office at 8.45am. New logo was at the gate that gave a feeling of loosing the old identity of the company. As they say change is the only constant thing life I accepted the change in logo. I entered the gate and came to the entrance of office. Was surprised with the arrangements they made. We were welcomed with a beautiful rose, day 1 agenda and also a chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevator door opened and guess what even elevator was decorated with beautiful roses. Entered our floor and couldn’t believe it’s the same office were I was working. Whole look gave a festive mood, and we Indians get holidays on almost all festivals and so didn’t get mood to work in a festive mood. We few discussed about new logo, decoration, agenda for the day. Can say did everything other than work. Around 10.30am or 11am started to work. Around 12noon managers came to everyone at desk and congratulated for the new company and also welcomed to the new company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.45pm is our lunchtime and being in festive mood decided to go out for lunch. But one colleague asked us to have lunch in our own cafeteria as the food is good that day. We had lunch in cafeteria and really food was wonderful. After lunch again back to work. Around 3.30pm managers asked us to gather, this usually happens in our team to celebrate Birthdays and Anniversary’s in that month. But this time it was to celebrate Day 1 of the new company. We all got bouquet of roses and a seasonal greeting card. Manager mentioned that roses and card was not for employee alone but was for the family as without the support of family we probably wouldn’t be what we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for cake cutting. We all gathered in cafeteria had the nice pastry. Agenda had program till 9.30pm, due to some personal work I had to end my involvement for the Day 1 function and had to take care of personal work.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first merger I was part of and we were apprehensive about the merger, but it was un-avoidable and hope it’s for better. Have to thank the management to make it a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116531300229851277?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116531300229851277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116531300229851277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116531300229851277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116531300229851277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-116479257937831630</id><published>2006-11-29T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:36:51.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Day Good/Bad</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 28th November 2006, I reached office as usual at around 8.20am. There were couples of mails in the mailbox. US colleagues had come back from “Thanks giving” vacation and lots of issues reported. Who likes to hear about problems in their code, even I felt bad to read mails about only issues. Thought a Bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I had to start working to fix the problems and started looking at that. Usually logs provided will be insufficient and finding the root cause of the problem takes time. But that day logs were sufficient and could find the root cause for almost all issues. So thought Day is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have telecon every day at 6.30pm. So I go home and take the call. I left office at around 5pm so that I can reach home on time. I might have come a kilometer from office and I found front tier gone flat. Should this also happen the same day? “Bhagvaan deta hai to chappad bhadke deta hai” so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again I could get hold of mechanic to fix. I couldn’t reach home before 6.30pm. So parked the car on road and attended the meeting. Day was more of problems and getting it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;End of the day I couldn’t make out if it was a bad day or a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116479257937831630?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116479257937831630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116479257937831630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116479257937831630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116479257937831630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-goodbad.html' title='Day Good/Bad'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-116427094440763629</id><published>2006-11-23T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:37:07.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Song From Movie “Lakeer” Sung by Daler Mehendi</title><content type='html'>I came to know about Daler Mehendi from Songs “ Bolo tara ra ra” and “Tunak Tunak tun” I always wondered why people like his voice/songs. They sound so similar and I felt his songs lacked expression( Bhava in kannada). No doubt his songs were the first choice for any college dance function at that time.Then he became famous for Duplicate Passport, but that didn’t stop him from singing for films. In glamour world any publicity is good publicity. Same happened to Daler I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Around this time I happened to listen to “nachle na na nachale ,jara tal tal nachale” from “Lakeer”. I love that song. And guess what it’s sung by “Daler Mehendi”.I still don’t like his voice, but I like this song.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am not sure whether he recorded "nachale na na nachale" first or passport case was first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116427094440763629?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116427094440763629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116427094440763629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116427094440763629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116427094440763629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-from-movie-lakeer-sung-by-daler_23.html' title='Song From Movie “Lakeer” Sung by Daler Mehendi'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</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-36685065.post-116408274333229565</id><published>2006-11-20T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:37:46.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Songs and ME</title><content type='html'>One of my hobbies is to listen to music. I love to sing too, but no one likes to listen :-) I listen to Kannada, Hindi and English songs. I listen to folk, filmy, pop. But I don’t like rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I hum the song, which have good lyrics. Even though music catches attention first, lyrics remains for longer time in my mind. I won’t know the movie name, actors, location anything about the song but I will know the lyrics of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many enjoy the music even if they don’t get the lyrics of the song. I can’t enjoy a song if I don’t understand the meaning. When I listen to Tamil version of “Roja” song I hum Hindi lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;If I like the song I can listen to same song whole day. I don’t get bored. I learn the lyrics and tune and then I can hum for myself whenever I want to listen to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to song sung by anyone and everyone. Sometimes I don’t like the voice of singer but if the song is good I listen to it. But vice versa song not good and it is sung by my favorite even then I won’t listen to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like S Janaki, Kavitha Krishna Murthy, Sunidhi C, Chitra  and Lata ( her old songs and not new)among female singers. PBS and Sonu Nigam among male singers. Nowadays started liking Kunal Ganjawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among Ghazal singers I like Pankaj Udas, Jagjit Singh and not to forget Gulam Ali. Kannada Bhavageete I like C Ashwath, what a great Singer. How energetic his songs are, my battery charges hearing to his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with songs sung by Sunidhi. She gives her 100% to all the songs she sings whether it’s melodious (Songs of Chameli) or fast track (Mast, Khaki list goes on). Listening to songs by anyone of these Singers make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song list is huge. List has songs from old black and movie till today. Most of them are all time favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the days I listen to same song whole day. I call it song of the day. Today its “TangaLiyalli nanu teli bamde” from Janma Janmada AnubaMdha” Thanks to my friend for letting me know the movie name. I liked the song but didn’t know movie name to listen to song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Probably I don’t like the song, which has any word, repeated multiple times in the same song. For example I don’t like “manase o manse” from Chandramukhi PraNasaKhi”. Many till date like this song. Recently I heard “tanana tananam amtha hesaru” song, new movie I guess. I don’t know the name. But I don’t like the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has become the part of life. I sometime imagine what if there were no radio/TV and Tape? Everyone had to listen to their own voice :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116408274333229565?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116408274333229565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116408274333229565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116408274333229565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116408274333229565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/songs-and-me.html' title='Songs and ME'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-116278932085112473</id><published>2006-11-05T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:37:58.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>Its long time I completed 7th Std. I did in a village near Sorab Taluk, Shimoga District. We had 2/3 three teachers to handle from 1st to 7th Std. My mother says, I knew 2nd std poems when I was in 1st and so on because we used to have combined classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till 7th Std My mother taught me . I did learn in Kannada medium till 7th.Now I work in a software company. Thanks to my parents and relatives for whatever I am today. I know how difficult it is to educated in life studying in village when there is no support from parents. Govt schools in Bangalore is similar to schools in village at that time for many reasons. One,village people didn't give more importance to education same with the parents of govt school kids in Bangalore now. I wanted to help such kids in knowing the importance of education. I got such opportunity when I joined DSF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 3/4 months I am going to Govt Primary school on Saturday to teach English/maths to the govt school kids. There are few kids who are really interested to learn things, and there are few who probably don't know the importance of education.Its little difficult to make these kids learn things though not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I went this Saturday to School at 9.15am. We are 5 to 6 volunteers who go regularly. This Saturday they got late and I was waiting for them. I Was listening to music sitting outside. School Headmaster didn't like me sitting outside he asked me to sit in office room. I went and sat there and couldn't listen to music, so switched off radio. I didn't had any other work than listening to the headmaster and teacher discussion in office room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Master had work in Banks and so he had to go to Bank, he was expecting few visitors too, but didn't knew what time visitor will be coming. He told the teacher, he will go to bank and if someone comes asking for him, give a missed call and he will come back :-)&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, its not that I didn't know he had a mobile nor that I am not aware of missed calls. But how technology has helped us. We probably can't imagine a day without a mobile now. But didn't we leave without all that few years back?&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that discussion , I remembered a incident which my mother told me.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in nursery my father used to drop me and come back to hospital. My father is a doctor and he was posted in a village that time. One day when my father was away to drop me to nursery his boss came to hospital. Hospital and our house was in single compound. He asked my mother where is my father and when he will be back. She told him my father went to drop me to school and he will be back in few minutes. Boss asked will he come back, my mother replied he will drop daughter and come back and he will not be sitting in nursery. If we had mobile at that time Boss would have called/given a missed call to my father :-). We didn't had even a phone in that village at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I go to school now on Saturdays so many things are changed. Back to school yes but not back to good olden days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116278932085112473?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116278932085112473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116278932085112473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116278932085112473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116278932085112473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-school_116278932085112473.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36685065.post-116194494400789847</id><published>2006-10-27T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:38:24.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Big Books and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;From the college days I always liked small books compared to big books only when its theoretical subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Same stand when it comes to novels. I will read 3 small books but don't want to read a single big book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who reads all books, whether it’s big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I want to borrow a book from her to read, I always ask her how big the book is :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrow books from my friends and I am a member of Govt. Library. When I don't have books borrowed from friends I  get  books from library.  Few days back I picked up a book "Omme Nakka Nagu" By Tarasu from library. Isn't the title beautiful? At least for me it was and I picked up that book. I started reading; it went on and on and on. At a moment I felt like not to read full but return. I didn't do that, I guess I have inherited my father’s character “never leave anything in the middle” (But I stop watching serials when they drag a lot.). So I read the complete book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends what a horrible book. To be frank I hated the story, way narrated. In short hated everything except the title. To top with I have asked them not to read that book too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend asked me to read "Durgastmana" by TARASU. I thought by this time my friend will know I don't read big books. So I didn't ask her how big the book is. I went to library and searched for Durgastamana. To my surprise it was a biiiiiiiiiiiig book. But I am now surprised with my behavior, I hated the previous book I read written by TARASU, I hated big book and I didn't like history, social study when in school still brought that book to read!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading and believe me I just fell in love with book. I always have a habit to read the book from preface. Whether its technical or novel. So I started with preface of this book too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I read preface I was sure I wouldn't regret for getting the huge book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I wasn't wrong.Now I love that book to the core. Contrary to the previous experience I loved the way TARASU narrated the story (Known story to all probably).&lt;br /&gt;Believe me while reading the book I was praying god to help “&lt;strong&gt;Madakarinayaka&lt;/strong&gt;” to win the battle against “&lt;strong&gt;Haider Ali&lt;/strong&gt;”. It sounds silly right?  I know but I couldn't stop feeling that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am thankful to her for suggesting such a fantastic book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will I start liking big books ? not sure:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to read few more historical novels by TARASU. Of course I prefer smaller books :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36685065-116194494400789847?l=smithatsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116194494400789847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36685065&amp;postID=116194494400789847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116194494400789847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36685065/posts/default/116194494400789847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-books-and-me.html' title='Big Books and Me'/><author><name>Smitha T T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04251542284052062430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
