<?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-10721388</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:45:12.128+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Says me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-7592622400710824567</id><published>2008-10-27T18:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:25:42.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The end...</title><content type='html'>So, that's it. I have been not posting anything for so many months now. Can't go into the reasons now (which are too many). Anyway, I just wanted to formally announce the close of my blog. This is the end at inblahblahmode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in future, I might start blogging, but that's going to be from a different blog. Or may be even with anonymous credentials :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it looks like I won't be doing any of those for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who dropped by and stayed to read ;), those who commented and especially those who visited again, Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.....may be another day, another url.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-7592622400710824567?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/7592622400710824567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=7592622400710824567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/7592622400710824567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/7592622400710824567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2008/10/end.html' title='The end...'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-1091591686142154792</id><published>2008-01-14T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:49:15.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>This is a statement that I picked up from another blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women who are the loudest in declaring their relationship status to people – particularly when their boyfriends/husbands are not around – are usually the ones who would cheat on their men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can atleast think of one case where the above quote holds good. But that is not enough proof, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think? Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no right or wrong answers. Just opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-1091591686142154792?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/1091591686142154792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=1091591686142154792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/1091591686142154792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/1091591686142154792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-114726558102482411</id><published>2006-05-10T18:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:48:26.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged for pleasure :-)</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://gynomeda.blogspot.com/"&gt;swas&lt;/a&gt;. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Pleasures in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I hear one of my favourite songs(or some song I have been wanting to listen to) on radio after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Walking in an area surrounded by plants and trees with the cool evening breeze blowing my hair away from my face. Point to be noted here is that the wind should blow the hair away from my face and not towards because then I would end up getting scratches on my face, what with my hair texture ( alright, I am exaggerating – still, I prefer the “away” scenario) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I end up getting absolutely matching accessories for my dress…no wait! That’s bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I am really hungry and get to eat yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When once in a while, without prior planning, it so happens that friends and gang meet and end up having a whale of a time. The unplanned aspect makes such experiences so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When someone genuinely says something nice about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My current obsession involves wanting to play with a cute, chubby baby - around nine months old. One that can crawl but not walk :D .Though I don’t think I can be very patient after an hour or so. Still, I guess spending time with such a cutiepie would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Laughing heartily for a long time. Mind you, not that kind where you do it because you should be polite. The genuinely funny moments that get you cracking are what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you put in a hard day’s work at office and go home satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A full-fledged gossip session with girl friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not passing on the tag. *A sigh of relief goes all around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-114726558102482411?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/114726558102482411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=114726558102482411&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/114726558102482411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/114726558102482411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2006/05/tagged-for-pleasure.html' title='Tagged for pleasure :-)'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-114231428185765528</id><published>2006-03-14T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:01:21.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>My friend: Baby-sitting would be a problem (once we have kids, that is)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Baby-shitting would be a bigger problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-114231428185765528?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/114231428185765528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=114231428185765528&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/114231428185765528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/114231428185765528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2006/03/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-113237942036247638</id><published>2005-11-19T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:20:20.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A.u..t...o ride........</title><content type='html'>This post is about that unique and unforgettable experience called riding in an auto. Now I am not an expert on this, but I think the experience depends on a combination of two factors:&lt;br /&gt;1. The auto&lt;br /&gt;2. The road&lt;br /&gt;If you get a “good” auto and a “good” road, it means you are a “good” person who has done lots of punniyam and will go to heaven without a next birth. However, if you get the average combination of a well-behaved auto and a naughty road which is actually the Rocky mountains in disguise (or an auto which thinks it is a horse and a nice, smooth road), it means you are an average person in shades of grey and God affectionately knocks you on the head once in a while for your sins by making you travel in an auto. But heaven forbid, if you end up with the final, deadly knockout combination of roads with bumps and craters and Prithviraj’s horse (yeah, I mean the auto), you are so unlucky that even Mickey mouse will bite you on the nose! With a bit of effort on the part of the driver, the whole road may come to know what you had for breakfast. Or even how many teeth you have …. umm … had! I have heard people say that if a woman in the advanced stages of pregnancy goes for a bumpy ride in an auto to the hospital, she will deliver by the time she reaches the hospital.I have one more thing to add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ride in an auto when you have diarrhoea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-113237942036247638?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/113237942036247638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=113237942036247638&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/113237942036247638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/113237942036247638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/11/auto-ride.html' title='A.u..t...o ride........'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-113195216990658729</id><published>2005-11-14T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:42:43.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yawn................</title><content type='html'>I have a really really bad case of writer's block! This has been the case for a&lt;br /&gt;loooong time. Want to post something badly. But no idea pops up ! :-(&lt;br /&gt;And John, i tried to work on that tag - but miserable results. So, pls excoose!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhh! I want to write this absolutely&lt;br /&gt;hilarious post which makes my blog the most popular in blogdom. A post similar to Onida ( my pride and my fellow blogger's envy). One which raises my blog rating to a perfect ten from its current state of -4.18 . As of now, mommies make their adamant children eat by threatening to read out my last post . And since i have posted nothing new since God knows when, the children gobble up their (and even their mom's food) for fear of my post being read to them for only the 87th time. *sob! sob!* But my brain just refuses to co-operate (I WILL DELETE SMART COMMENTS WRT THE USE OF THAT FIVE LETTER WORD B___N !)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do now? What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-113195216990658729?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/113195216990658729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=113195216990658729&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/113195216990658729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/113195216990658729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawn.html' title='Yawn................'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112757119903583888</id><published>2005-09-24T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:43:19.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am proud of myself :D</title><content type='html'>Ok, here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted ….. &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to buy nail polish remover today.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for it in a shop and the guy there said they don’t have it.Since I wanted to get it badly, I was on the lookout for another shop.I came across a few “prospective” shops but gave it a miss as I wasn’t sure if&lt;br /&gt;the item would be available. By now, I was a bit worried about not finding any shop.So, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;I immediately jump into the nearest shop and ask for the remover.&lt;br /&gt;Only, it was a medical shop :D .Now, as far as I know, medical shops don’t supply nail polish remover. Repeat: &lt;em&gt;as far as I know……&lt;/em&gt;..Well, I realized my “dumbness” as I was asking for the product. Thankfully, the lady over there just smiled and answered in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the other side of the road, I saw a departmental store and hopes rising, went towards it.&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, I got what I wanted. But wait, my quota of goof-ups for the day wasn’t yet done with.I had a 100 Rupee note with me and wanted change.So, I ask the guy there “100 rupeesukku change irrukka?”!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for God’s sake, that is a departmental store (and quite well known in that area) and I ask that guy, if they have change!!!I can guess why that happened. I think its because of my almost everyday conversation with the auto drivers :)Anyways, the guy didn’t gape or laugh – he nodded and gave me the change.&lt;br /&gt;There, my deed for the day is done.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to sleep a proud person today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112757119903583888?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112757119903583888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112757119903583888&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112757119903583888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112757119903583888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-proud-of-myself-d.html' title='I am proud of myself :D'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112703659410779411</id><published>2005-09-18T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:13:14.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm...........</title><content type='html'>This incident happened a few months back when I had gone to my grandparent’s house during my annual trip. My cousins had also come and on that particular day, or rather night, we were all getting ready to go to bed when the talk turned to how Mallika Sherawat had (Un?)dressed for an interview. My youngest cousin, who was 9 years then, was in her petticoat (for the night) and hence had wrapped her bedsheet around her as she felt shy being that way in front of us. We told her to do away with the bedsheet and tried to tell her that it was ok if she didn’t have the bedsheet around her. My mom very wisely(?) gave the example of Mallika Sherawat saying something like “Look at her. She wears such short clothes. Why do you feel shy in your dress?” hoping to convince my cousin. Immediately my cousin responded (sincerely, according to me) “Woh to bade log hain” which translates to something like “They are adults!”, as if that was a reasonable explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this sounds funny :D  In fact, we all laughed about it. But it makes me think too. Because, if this is the kind of message we are sending out to the kids, I can only say “God help all”!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112703659410779411?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112703659410779411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112703659410779411&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112703659410779411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112703659410779411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm...........'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112356934674414714</id><published>2005-08-09T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:05:46.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"So, do you like guys with a sense of humour?", he asked her in what he hoped wasn't a "dying-to-know" tone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm a sense of humour is a big plus, but it is not everything", she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"What about the intelligent ones?", he persisted.&lt;br /&gt;"Intelligent people have my respect, but other qualities do matter", was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it the money and status then?", he was getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, it is a nice thing to have, you know. Still......................." she trailed off without completing.&lt;br /&gt;"So what should a guy do to get into your heart?" he shot out a direct question, throwing away all pretences of nonchalance.&lt;br /&gt;"You should know", she smiled at him."You are already there". &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/10721388-112356934674414714?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112356934674414714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112356934674414714&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112356934674414714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112356934674414714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/08/answer.html' title='The answer'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112256639380348659</id><published>2005-07-28T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:29:53.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ahaa naan kaelambittaenyaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He looks at me all the time and i hate it ..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now i can't look at him without him knowing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not intelligent enough, the above is one of my few attempts at poetry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112256639380348659?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112256639380348659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112256639380348659&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112256639380348659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112256639380348659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahaa-naan-kaelambittaenyaa.html' title='ahaa naan kaelambittaenyaa!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112222065027502285</id><published>2005-07-24T21:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:27:30.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your space for now</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;I am trying out something new in this post - actually, no post from my side.&lt;br /&gt;You all can say whatever you want to, in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;It can be just about anything you want to share(of course, maintaining decency all the while :))&lt;br /&gt;Got the idea?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is as if I am leaving my blog space to all of you for rent ( You don’t have to pay me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Do I even have to tell you that today, I am not getting any ideas for blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112222065027502285?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112222065027502285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112222065027502285&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112222065027502285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112222065027502285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-space-for-now.html' title='Your space for now'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112192724158425728</id><published>2005-07-21T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:57:21.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Says me 5:</title><content type='html'>It is bad when you don't get what you want;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is worse when you get what you don't want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112192724158425728?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112192724158425728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112192724158425728&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112192724158425728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112192724158425728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/says-me-5.html' title='Says me 5:'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112177902054317674</id><published>2005-07-19T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:47:00.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something i have realised</title><content type='html'>When i have so much to say and not much time,&lt;br /&gt;i end up saying nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be true for all cases, but atleast in cases which involves&lt;br /&gt;people i really care for, i think it is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112177902054317674?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112177902054317674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112177902054317674&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112177902054317674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112177902054317674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-i-have-realised.html' title='Something i have realised'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112161389217011577</id><published>2005-07-17T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:54:52.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I love her .....</title><content type='html'>There are those who would say she emotes wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;There are those who consider(ed?) her a major cause of insomnia in guys – that smile alone would have done the trick.&lt;br /&gt;But almost all would(should) agree that she is a great dancer.&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I like her so much.&lt;br /&gt;Talent, grace, looks, expression-she’s got it all when she dances.&lt;br /&gt;Be it western dance or her trademark jhatkas and matkas, she has been there, done that –and how!&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my hot favourites when it comes to dancing.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is her extreme grace and fantastic expressions, which make her stand apart from the rest – not to mention her looks.&lt;br /&gt;Her career rocket took off – not to the countdown of ten-nine-eight, but to the count of ek..do..teen :)&lt;br /&gt;Now you MUST have found out who it is that I am talking about!&lt;br /&gt;Madhuri Dixit absolutely rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112161389217011577?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112161389217011577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112161389217011577&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112161389217011577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112161389217011577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-her.html' title='I love her .....'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112115189112022133</id><published>2005-07-12T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:34:51.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Think! Think!", she told herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had to be done today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or was it too late already?She hoped not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would they do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not all were friends, she didn't even know most - but she didn't think she could afford to put it off much longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all, there is a limit to patience, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They had understood till now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, she could feel that the silent protests had begun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She took a deep breath and concentrated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, she could do it - she had done it many times before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With that resolute thought in her head, she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;logged into blogger and started typing a new post!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Inspired by my experience - but with quite some melodrama and exaggeration thrown in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112115189112022133?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112115189112022133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112115189112022133&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112115189112022133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112115189112022133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh_12.html' title='Oh!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-112019870781453690</id><published>2005-07-01T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:48:27.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Says me 4:</title><content type='html'>It should be forever.......................or never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-112019870781453690?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/112019870781453690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=112019870781453690&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112019870781453690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/112019870781453690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/07/says-me-4.html' title='Says me 4:'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111980016081979580</id><published>2005-06-26T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:06:00.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Says me 3:</title><content type='html'>I feel that this "says me" is a result of me being influenced by some heroic/philosophical dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds "Rajin-ish" . Anyways, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the power to withstand things i cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the power to change things i cannot withstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the above order) Grrrrrrr looks like another Anniyan in the making :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111980016081979580?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111980016081979580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111980016081979580&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111980016081979580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111980016081979580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/says-me-3.html' title='Says me 3:'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111959859554096211</id><published>2005-06-24T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:09:10.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>A few of the silly/funny/cute in a childish way(!) things i remember thinking or doing when i was young:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I used to think that there are only two countries in the world, namely:&lt;br /&gt;  India and "foreign" :) Actually, i have a very very vague memory about what i  &lt;br /&gt;  have said that iam not even totally sure if i actually thought it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.When i was in school (around the time i did my fifth or something),we used&lt;br /&gt;   to periodically make a list which contained invaluable, earth-shattering&lt;br /&gt;   information like "My friends" , "My best friend(s?)" and if iam right, even&lt;br /&gt;  "My enemies" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In one particular school i studied in , we had the habit&lt;br /&gt;    of calling people as either "yae boy" or "yae girl" (yae as in the tamil yae).I&lt;br /&gt;   don't remember if we did it only if we didn't know the other person's name&lt;br /&gt;   or if we were angry with them.But we used to call like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.And we also used to play a "house" game with................STATIONERY&lt;br /&gt;   (pencil boxes, pencils,pens ,erasers and even scales which if i remember&lt;br /&gt;   right, were also used as diving boards for our swimming pool )! :) The&lt;br /&gt;   pencils and pens would be members of the family with the tallest pen being&lt;br /&gt;   the father....... you get the idea?cute na? In fact i wouldn't mind playing that&lt;br /&gt;   game even now provided i get world class stationery :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably there are many more such incidents, but iam stopping here.Would like to hear about your experiences, in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Actually, points 2, 3 and 4 all are related to one particular school.Seems like my parent's got their money's worth :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111959859554096211?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111959859554096211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111959859554096211&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111959859554096211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111959859554096211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111942675149145313</id><published>2005-06-22T13:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:22:31.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa options</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people who laugh a lot , i mean A LOT! &lt;br /&gt;Good jokes,ordinary jokes, bad jokes, no jokes - i am capable of laughing for them all.This being the case , i always wonder when i see this quote which goes something like , don't marry someone for money or looks but "Marry somebody who makes you laugh"............ Now, isn't polygamy illegal? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111942675149145313?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111942675149145313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111942675149145313&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111942675149145313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111942675149145313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/lotsa-options.html' title='Lotsa options'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111927656060211642</id><published>2005-06-20T19:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:08:17.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Says me :2</title><content type='html'>Love is blind and crush suffers from myopic astigmatism!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111927656060211642?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111927656060211642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111927656060211642&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111927656060211642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111927656060211642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/says-me-2.html' title='Says me :2'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111927651377021906</id><published>2005-06-20T19:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T19:38:33.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Says me : 1</title><content type='html'>People who talk to me are good friends,but people who listen to me are better friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111927651377021906?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111927651377021906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111927651377021906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111927651377021906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111927651377021906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/says-me-1.html' title='Says me : 1'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111910171752747715</id><published>2005-06-18T18:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:05:17.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got book tagged!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to monu  for tagging me twice (Grrrrrrrrrrrrr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total number of books i own:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm have a few books that came as prizes, but I am not the type to buy books – borrowing from the library and other ppl is more my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last few books i bought/borrowed :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Diaries – Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I had borrowed some from the library about a month back – don’t even remember their names . Can you tell me where I can get Memory plus tablets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last book i was gifted :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a dictionary my mama gave me many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last book i read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Diaries – Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! I don’t feel like completing the book (Bright Eyes) I was reading……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five books that mean a lot to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say specifically. A generalized view:&lt;br /&gt;I am a BIG P.G.Wodehouse fan – I like many of his books (more so his style)&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER series!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like Dan Brown’s books ,especially The Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Diaries are good to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Here is the actual list of the books that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;Cheque book&lt;br /&gt;Telephone directory&lt;br /&gt;Autograph book&lt;br /&gt;Pass book&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to tag anyone.So, everybody escapes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111910171752747715?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111910171752747715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111910171752747715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111910171752747715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111910171752747715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-book-tagged.html' title='Got book tagged!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111894085812480361</id><published>2005-06-16T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:24:18.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111894085812480361?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111894085812480361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111894085812480361&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111894085812480361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111894085812480361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111885572992433891</id><published>2005-06-15T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:51:02.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My "tag" lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Three names i go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya&lt;br /&gt;Divs&lt;br /&gt;Divi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three screen names:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhuri&lt;br /&gt;Simran&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Zeta Jones………….oh you mean&lt;em&gt; those&lt;/em&gt; screen names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um………..&lt;br /&gt;Divyasurendiran (How surprising!)&lt;br /&gt;That’s it ( I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Physical things you like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel I don’t want to answer these questions?!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things you dont like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,let me see…………..&lt;br /&gt;Um…………….&lt;br /&gt;Err……………..&lt;br /&gt;(Do I hear somebody saying “Narcissist”?)&lt;br /&gt;I am just trying to feel good about myself ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading chain mails which say “Forward this to 4.63 people in the next nanosecond, else you will get trampled upon by a baby elephant”.&lt;br /&gt;When the credits of a movie say “Mallika Sherawat”&lt;br /&gt;When I try to taste food cooked by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok……………….so, iam kidding. You got that,right????!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things i want to do badly right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read “Bright Eyes” – some book bought by my relative who came home today.(not that badly, actually)&lt;br /&gt;Go shop in a boutique ( of course , I don’t pay the bill………hey it’s my blog ok?)&lt;br /&gt;Finish writing this post and getting it without any trouble onto my blog.(ok, &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;is true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places that i want to go on a vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparent’s place in Pollachi&lt;br /&gt;Mauritius ( Have I spelt it right?)&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three kiddy names i like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pichchieepichchiepooch ammapichcheepooch( I didn’t make that up – my aunt used to say something similar to my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;………&lt;br /&gt;………&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say anything specific but I think it depends on the way (tone and pitch and affection)the baby is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things to do before i die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are soooo many things I wanna do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a lot of good books&lt;br /&gt;Buy a "Madhri Dixit songs" video&lt;br /&gt;Join a dance class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total number of films that i own on DVD/ video:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMB!!!!(My hair has a tendency to look as if they put a bomb in my mouth and pressed the button.)&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone?(But I manage to avoid it like the plague when in roaming)&lt;br /&gt;There is something I am forgeting…………………&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah- O –two and H I J K L M N O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A constipated look (of course, not!)&lt;br /&gt;Salwarkameez&lt;br /&gt;Spectacles : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three people who have to take this quiz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dtoxed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111885572992433891?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111885572992433891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111885572992433891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111885572992433891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111885572992433891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-tag-lines.html' title='My &quot;tag&quot; lines'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111858381539826805</id><published>2005-06-12T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:15:10.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On second thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the amount of response  for my previous two posts .People seem to be able to relate to that "oh..... you have grown up so much " and to the " dial - in program stuff".But on second thoughts, i thought maybe i was a bit hard on them.&lt;br /&gt;Think - what would you do if you were in their situation?Most probably, we would also end up saying similar stuff (i am guessing).In fact, i think i have also said the same dialogue (something on the lines of "you were so small when i saw you last)!!!!! Don't remember the context.But i have a feeling that i have said something like that . Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;Also,let us imagine ourselves in place of the stars in a program.What would i say if some caller calls me home? "Sorryinga aanaa idhu nadakkara kaariyam illa"?!!!!! No way!I would probably "hmmmmm" and "er...." or give an embarassed smile and try to change the topic but endup saying yes anyway.So, after trying to put myself in their shoes , i realised that there may be reasons in their favour , like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.May be they really feel you have grown up and/or it is a (subconscious) way of showing their affection.&lt;br /&gt;2.May be they keep up the small talk.Believe me, there are times when i say things just to carry on the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;3.May be they want to be polite - Can you imagine a star saying "oru vatti phone la paesittu veetukku koopidareengalae!idhu konjam over"?!!&lt;br /&gt;4.May be they dont want to disappoint their fans.......Blah blah........&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess can't really blame them.And i guess.......no,i know that you are all getting heartily sick of the whole thing.So,let me stop this post right here:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111858381539826805?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111858381539826805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111858381539826805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111858381539826805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111858381539826805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-second-thoughts.html' title='On second thoughts'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111805356393101667</id><published>2005-06-06T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:56:03.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>This is about a thought which entered my mind the other day when i was watching a dial-in show where people get to talk to celebrities.Some of the callers invite the celebrity to their hometown or place of residence and the celebrities too agree to it.The dialogue goes something like this (assuming the caller is from Madurai. No offence meant to Madurai people.I chose it because it is easier to spell :-) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller:Neenga Maduraikku vandhaa kandippaa enga veetukku varanum.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity:Kandippa varaenga&lt;br /&gt;Caller:Eppa varuveenga madam/sir?&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity:Adhu thariyilaenga. Aanaa unga oorukku varumbodhu kandippa varaen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the........&lt;br /&gt;Whom are they kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Hello people,do you realize that to get to any place you need an address?&lt;br /&gt;And "Madurai" is hardly a complete address.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do they even realize the how absurd the whole thing is?&lt;br /&gt;What do they expect to do?&lt;br /&gt;Hop into an auto and say "ABC's home,Madurai"?&lt;br /&gt;More like they would be taken to Kilpauk!&lt;br /&gt;I have seen and heard the whole thing more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, even if the caller is enthu / fool enough to provide his complete address with pincode on TV, how many of the stars do you think would actually remember the call and make an effort to go to their "fan's " home(Very very&lt;br /&gt;few (!!!!) would be my optimistic guess.)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you guys have to say about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111805356393101667?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111805356393101667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111805356393101667&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111805356393101667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111805356393101667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111789043546436661</id><published>2005-06-04T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:37:15.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My article - 2</title><content type='html'>This was something i wrote for my college magazine - But when we discussed about it,&lt;br /&gt;i felt that it wasn't all that great (seemed lacking in focus or whatever ) and i ended up submitting another one i had written. Anyways, had a soft copy and so i am posting it as it has been quite sometime since i updated my blog. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Train of thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Have you ever wondered about the amazing ability of the mind? I am not talking about that capacity of the mind, which makes you create one entire 12-mark answer in each semester exam out of practically nothing. I am referring to the speed with which the mind jumps from one thought to another. One second you are thinking about why India lost the match (again!) and the next second you are wondering what your mom has cooked for dinner! Though it seems like a direct “jump” from match to mom, if we observe keenly, we will realize that in most of the cases, there will actually be a train of thoughts connecting two unrelated thoughts. Alright! You are getting bored. Let me come to the point (finally!). Today, I am going to share my train of thoughts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had been to the marriage reception of one of my relatives. Though it had been quite sometime since I had taken part in a family function, I didn’t quite expect the reception (no pun intended!) I got. By the seventh minute, I realized that I had been surrounded by a group of aunties and grandmas and being bombarded with questions and comments from all sides: “Oh! You have grown up so much!” “You should eat more, you know” “How old are you now?” “Your mom and I used to be together always when we were young” “Where did you buy this saree?” “Why don’t you grow your hair?”……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know how to react in these situations-feel happy with the recognition or curse my fate for having to answer twenty-nine queries before heading to the dining hall. I guess being “mobbed” by people is much better than going unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vouch for that because of my experience at a “bus-stop friend’s” birthday party. It must have been fate that made me go, as I usually don’t encourage such invitations. Well, the only person I knew there was the birthday girl and obviously, she couldn’t spend the entire evening with me, so you can very well imagine my condition. The less said, the better. For all you know, I could have died standing there in an embarrassed position and nobody would have noticed until the “aayaah” came for cleaning, the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, don’t assume that I keep attending parties or marriages. The above two happen to be the only ones I attended in recent times. Talking about assumptions, I wonder why people jump to conclusions. Why is it that if you are a girl, you have to be scared of cockroaches or if you talk in English you are a “show-off”? If A thinks that B looks good, it doesn’t mean that A has a crush on B. (A may have one, but you don’t go about assuming it!) And for heaven’s sake, why do people always assume it has to be bharatnatyam when I tell them that I dance? (Is it my glasses?!!)&lt;br /&gt;Stop assuming things! (assuming you do assume things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are questioning my sanity. (I don’t wonder, with all those “assume”s) which reminds me of all the unanswered questions I have: Do I wear the bluish red or the reddish blue kurta today? (girls will understand the difference), Why did I take up B.E?, Do I put the onions after the salt or before it? What grudge does Salman Khan have against tailors? That reminds me that I have to go and shoot-for bucks. (not the black ones mind you!) I was just talking about me being a part-time photographer for money!&lt;br /&gt;Before my mind wanders off again, tata. (Now, that is one company that has made it big in……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111789043546436661?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111789043546436661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111789043546436661&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111789043546436661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111789043546436661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-article-2.html' title='My article - 2'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111747052055789264</id><published>2005-05-30T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:58:40.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is one of the things i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I generally don't write poems - somehow, wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing classic ,mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Just some rhyming stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I now feel that maybe it is a bit childish.&lt;br /&gt;Still,i like it&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;COLLEGE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah…those college days,&lt;br /&gt;My dear daddy says,&lt;br /&gt;Hostel life in big dorms,&lt;br /&gt;Was fun though we stuck to norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah…those college days,&lt;br /&gt;My mummy also says,&lt;br /&gt;Bells, sharara and midi,&lt;br /&gt;For song and dance, we were always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem…these college days,&lt;br /&gt;I too want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Monthly tests and assignments,&lt;br /&gt;Lead to mental derangement.&lt;br /&gt;Seminars and submissions,&lt;br /&gt;Give us only tensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where is the college, cutie?&lt;br /&gt;In the outskirts of the city,&lt;br /&gt;35 kms from home,&lt;br /&gt;Might as well have been in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait a minute, holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying just now?&lt;br /&gt;College isn’t all that bad,&lt;br /&gt;Infact, the thought of leaving makes me sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girls walk with grace,&lt;br /&gt;Naughty guys roam all over the place,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Xerox the assignment,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way our seniors went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You may think that you are cool,&lt;br /&gt;We may still consider you a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Though generally as a rule,&lt;br /&gt;If you are hot, we’ll drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I’ve changed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Please listen, if you are kind,&lt;br /&gt;Thank god! I am not a nun,&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to miss all the fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No smart comments please! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111747052055789264?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111747052055789264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111747052055789264&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111747052055789264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111747052055789264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-poem.html' title='My Poem'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111746835876756770</id><published>2005-05-30T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:25:53.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Got back to Chennai  last night after my "annual vacation".&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i had written something to be posted, in Pollachi, but couldn't because of some problem.Will post it this week.Had a nice time checking mails (lots of them) and blogs today.Got a few other articles (i had written for my college magazine) to post.Will do it soon.Think its time to start writing about serious issues too.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111746835876756770?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111746835876756770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111746835876756770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111746835876756770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111746835876756770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111652375915574700</id><published>2005-05-19T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:59:19.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bloghopping is fun!</title><content type='html'>Have been reading a LOT of blogs lately.Man!the way some of these people write is really good.Some are good at english - i mean GOOD!Then there are those who use normal english , but write interesting stuff.And then there are those who write in Tanglish-cool!People have their own style -but so many blogs made good reading.Had many hours of happy reading.Long live blogs and bloggers!: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111652375915574700?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111652375915574700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111652375915574700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111652375915574700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111652375915574700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/bloghopping-is-fun.html' title='Bloghopping is fun!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111616931546385440</id><published>2005-05-15T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:31:55.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God bless moms!</title><content type='html'>Ok , so i worked a lot today!&lt;br /&gt;I mean household work.Maybe it is not a lot ,but it is a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Had to clean the rooms, wash the utensils and cook food.&lt;br /&gt;Did a good job of washing the utensils, reasonably good job of cleaning the rooms,.......er let us just say that neither dad nor me suffering from food-poisoning-so it means it is alright , right?&lt;br /&gt;Had to attend a function too.So, it has been a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i have realised it before, it is only when you actually do household work, you realise its importance and difficulty.These are the times i think of moms in general and my mom-in particular with a feeling of respect and affection. I mean , they work from morn till night to keep the house running so that the other family members can do their jobs easily.They cook,clean,wash,iron and do so many other tasks-big and small, so that we get food at the right time, have washed and neatly pressed clothes,live in a clean enironment blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get my drift .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, we (that includes me too) don't realise it often and in fact even complain and whine - "I HATE BRINJALS" or "WHERE DID YOU PUT MY SOCKS?".In fact, it is only in recent times i started realising this a lot. Know what?May be moms should leave the house to the rest of the family members and go on a small "Make-them-realise" vacation once a year atleast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111616931546385440?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111616931546385440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111616931546385440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111616931546385440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111616931546385440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-bless-moms.html' title='God bless moms!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111606888627214821</id><published>2005-05-14T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:38:06.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got it!</title><content type='html'>So we finally got internet connection at home!&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how much i am actually going to use it.Hoping to do a lot of browsing and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;And how can i forget good old yahoo messenger.....&lt;br /&gt;and PLAY GAMES&lt;br /&gt;Goody goody- lotsa fun ahead-so it seems..........&lt;br /&gt;i know intial enthusiasm will disappear soon.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! But iam happy! :-)&lt;br /&gt;To hell with Murphy , for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111606888627214821?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111606888627214821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111606888627214821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111606888627214821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111606888627214821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-it.html' title='Got it!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111561301736105967</id><published>2005-05-09T09:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:00:17.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My article</title><content type='html'>Here is one of my articles,which i wrote when i was in college.&lt;br /&gt;Got some more.Will post it one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you really say it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;:College Canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of students are sitting,talking and generally having fun&lt;br /&gt;when one of them(let's say student no 1)&lt;br /&gt;starts telling about a "funny" incident that happened.&lt;br /&gt;SN1:....and then we switched on the TV.You know what?&lt;br /&gt;SN2:Tell me, iam all ears!&lt;br /&gt;SN1:He wanted to watch Cartoon network!&lt;br /&gt;SN2:Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;SN1:He actually wanted to watch Cartoon network.&lt;br /&gt;SN2:You don't mean it!&lt;br /&gt;SN1:He really wanted to watch Cartoon network.&lt;br /&gt;SN2:Thats funny!HaHaHa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;:Outside a cinema theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has just ended and the audience are coming out.Let's zoom in onto the guy in the red shirt and the one in baggy pants.&lt;br /&gt;RS:So, how was the movie?&lt;br /&gt;BP:Good time pass da&lt;br /&gt;RS:I told you it will be&lt;br /&gt;BP:Yeah!Better watch a movie than sit at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!We just saw two conversations where two people were talking and it seemed that they both agreed on whatever they were talking about.But heart of hearts, did they really agree?&lt;br /&gt;What if one of them had actually said what he or she wanted to say?Let's rewind and play again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;:College Canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN1:....and then we switched on the TV.You know what?&lt;br /&gt;SN2:How in the world will i know if you don't tell me?&lt;br /&gt;SN1:He wanted to watch Cartoon network!&lt;br /&gt;SN2:So?&lt;br /&gt;SN1:He actually wanted to watch Cartoon network.&lt;br /&gt;SN2:What's wrong?I watch Cartoon network,my sister watches Cartoon network, my grandfather watches Cartoon network.Infact,Tom and Jerry is really cute&lt;br /&gt;SN1:He really wanted to watch Cartoon network.&lt;br /&gt;SN2:Look!Did somebody tell you i am deaf?Heard you the first time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;:Outside a cinema theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS:So, how was the movie?&lt;br /&gt;BP:It bored me to death.&lt;br /&gt;RS:I told you it will be good time pass.&lt;br /&gt;BP:That's exactly why i shouldn't have come.I'd rather sit in the loo than watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the change?Why do you think that SN2 and BP reacted differently before-diplomacy? tact? or just plain( good old!) hypocrisy?Whatever the answer is,it will be a very interesting(?) situation if people started reacting the way they want to and not in the way they are "supposed to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sitting alone in the library trying to spend some quality time&lt;br /&gt;with yourself when you see an acquaintance.Obviously,you try to avoid her.But oh thy fate! She promptly spots you, comes towards you and deposits herself right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:Hiiii!&lt;br /&gt;You:Oh hi!What are you doing here(Why did you come here?)?&lt;br /&gt;She:I have been here for the past 15 minutes trying to prepare for my seminar&lt;br /&gt;for next hour. I saw you and tried to catch your attention, but i couldn't.So,i came over.&lt;br /&gt;You:Sorry,i didn't see you(Because i didn't want to see you and tried looking in all possible directions but yours).&lt;br /&gt;She:That's alright.Tell me how my new earrings look.&lt;br /&gt;You:Its cute.Where did you buy it(Its scary.You have a long neck and with these earrings, you can compete successfully with a giraffe.And i am not going to that shop even if it gives them off for free.By the way, was the seminar schedule for next hour or year?Why don't you go  prepare for it?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!It happens all the time.You go to a party.People want you to sing.You tell them:"Not today as i have a sore throat".What you actually want to tell them is:"All of you know that i croak.I am hardly Lata Mangeshkar's second cousin.I know that you just want to have some fun at my expense.I am not going to sing." Moreover,there is no point in saying "Not today". People at the party (how much ever they like you) will hardly wait over there for one more day&lt;br /&gt;just to hear you sing (how much ever nice you sing) .You somehow manage the evening.The next day,one of your friends who couldn't make it to the party meets you and enquires about the party.Irrespective of what happened, the response always has to be "It was good fun.We had a nice time.You missed so much yaar!"(or is it the philosophy of forgetting the mess-ups and&lt;br /&gt;remembering only the positive aspects?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!I haven't told you about the mother of all hypocrasies.Check it out!You know this guy who is very close to this girl and it arouses your curiosity.Try asking him about it. He would surely say,"We are just good friends".Don't believe him.What he doesn't want to say is: "Of course, I am going out with her.But in case we split up (which they most probably will),i don't want people talking.Saying we are good friends kind of reduces the risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.................but listen my friends!The situation isn't so dark and gloomy. For all the acting you do outside,you can always go home and let off your steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother:Hey!How do i look with these coolers on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You:Like somebody suffering from short sight, long sight and astigmatism-all put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Shall we go out for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You:If we are going to that dingy chaat shop for the 19th time, i am not coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:Why don't you wear that pink sweater i brought for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You:Because it makes me look like a fool of the highest order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!What relief!Maybe that's why they say - "HOME SWEET HOME".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111561301736105967?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111561301736105967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111561301736105967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111561301736105967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111561301736105967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-article.html' title='My article'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111526474671342791</id><published>2005-05-05T09:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:20:56.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!</title><content type='html'>It has been decided-the dates for my trip to Pollachi.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I am taking my "annual holidays"!&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys,I have been doing that for around 18 yrs........and habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;Even us hard workers need a break you see- actually, especially the hard workers.&lt;br /&gt;"So,why are you taking a break?"-i can hear you asking.&lt;br /&gt;But ............ i am &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;going to respond to that!(obviously)&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Mom is leaving a few days early.&lt;br /&gt;So that means, its me and dad at home for 10 days- and i'll be doing the cooking (whatever!)................GOD save dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111526474671342791?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111526474671342791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111526474671342791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111526474671342791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111526474671342791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/05/yipee.html' title='Yipee!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111474786762132405</id><published>2005-04-29T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:50:04.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of a name for this post</title><content type='html'>The past 10 days were busy ones.Couldn't even check my rediff mails (now thats saying something!).Getting back slowly to social life now...as if i have any(!);-)&lt;br /&gt;Well, got 2 or 3 nice ideas for blogging .But when i get the flow-there is no computer and when there is one- no flow.Infact i don't even remember clearly what i thought of writing about.Anyways, i had already thought of posting articles i had written , here. But since i don't have a soft copy, u guys have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;The problem with writing (atleast for me) is that at times i get  nice ideas and a smooth flow of thoughts...but if i don't write it down immediately, they kinda burst like a bubble and disappear.Also,the idea i get is like a foothold which i should grasp and build upon steadily by turning it over in my mind-build it up sentence by sentence.Now i don't always have the mood or time for that.Infact, that is one of the reasons i blog few posts (i think).Well, my mind is starting to grumble........will get back later.Meanwhile keep waiting for my articles..:) May take some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111474786762132405?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111474786762132405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111474786762132405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111474786762132405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111474786762132405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/04/cant-think-of-name-for-this-post.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a name for this post'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-111388529409709132</id><published>2005-04-18T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:04:54.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blogging.....</title><content type='html'>Yeah i know-it has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I hope atleast somebody out there cares and says "yes, was waiting for the next post" rather than looking offended and saying "hey,I got good taste u know!"&lt;br /&gt;:-)Well, just trying to fish for compliments.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all these days ,though i did not blog , i kept myself updated extremely well with my friends' blogs.That is one main reason which has motivated me to blog today.And i like reading me u know!(Ahem!)&lt;br /&gt;But from now on, i have decided that there is not going to be such a big break.I am gonna blog more often.So people out there,get ready ! You are going to have the ride of your life!!!!.............(I think i am watching too many TV shows!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111388529409709132?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111388529409709132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111388529409709132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111388529409709132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111388529409709132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-time-no-blogging.html' title='Long time no blogging.....'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-111033965006419130</id><published>2005-03-10T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T09:52:25.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My day is made!</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!Why do these things happen?After getting slightly behind schedule because i wanted to finish a book i was reading, i managed to reach the bus stop not so late.It would have all been ok had i got a bus immediately.No!that was not meant to be.That's ok.I was willing to wait.I waited for around 15 minutes during which i missed two buses intentionally because they were crowded.Then,deciding that the crowd factor is not going to improve after 8:35,I walked over to the auto near the bus stop,ready for a bargain.But surprisingly,the driver quoted a price which was what i was thinking in mind.I immediately agreed(It is a different story that later i wondered if i could have asked for less!).JUST as i was getting into the auto,mind you-JUST!,this bus i was supposed to take enters the road right royally taking a majestic turn.There's more!Was it crowded with people hanging onto the bus indirectly by hanging onto other people who were hanging onto the bus, as i had expected it to be at this time? No!Since this bus was almost tailing the other bus which i had just missed (both buses go through the same route, by the way)it was empty(and that in Chennai lingo means you get a place to stand).And there i was ,getting into the auto like a nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this have happened quite a few times and they put me off so totally.Infact,i finished this blog and posted it on my site when i realised that a chunk of my post was missing.So, iam typing that stuff all over again(Talk about an ideal day!).And then people wonder why i like Murphy(the one with all the laws, not the eddie guy)!Ok ,maybe the laws are pessimistic,but they ARE true in quite a few cases.Or maybe its just that we don't think about our good fortune when things are going smoothly but once they start getting messy we curse our fate,the stars,the planets,the garbage collector and the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,one good thing to come out of today's experience(long live euphemisms!)is that i created a post after a long time.That's it-i have to start thinking about the bright side of things.Positive thinking never killed anybody(atleast not anybody i know)!I should think about all the nice things that happen to me.Things like the auto incident happen to everybody once in a while.It is just a part of good old life.And looking at the cup as half full is much better than looking at it as half empty.It is good for the mind , soul, body and DRAT!I WANT MY MONEY BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-111033965006419130?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/111033965006419130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=111033965006419130&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111033965006419130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/111033965006419130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day-is-made.html' title='My day is made!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10721388.post-110843982748832299</id><published>2005-02-15T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:45:52.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer!</title><content type='html'>There!........Two posts old and my mind is numb!(yes, already)&lt;br /&gt;I can think of things to write , but they are not coherent or linked thoughts and some of the things i can think of are downright boring and so dead in content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write about stuff that happens in my life everyday-but then i don't wanna people to know that iam a raving psychopath!(exaggeration is a tool often employed by me to drive home the point!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make up the whole stuff and present my life in a very colourful and interesting(!) way- in other words lie.That again is not exactly what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i thought of an idea.I have decided to interleave the truthful stuff and the interesting stuff (i am not suggesting that truth is otherwise!Infact sometimes truth is more interesting than fiction, as people have noted.)together.That way everybody is happy!(atleast i am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my disclaimer for the posts goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER:All events and opinions expressed may be true or may not be true.Some may be true and others false.Then again,the others may be true and some false........I hope you got the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please include the disclaimer mentally at the end of each of my posts&lt;br /&gt;and keep guessing the truth!:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-110843982748832299?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/110843982748832299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=110843982748832299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/110843982748832299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/110843982748832299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/02/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-110800665519684084</id><published>2005-02-10T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-10T09:22:10.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My passion!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>They say time is the best healer.True,time heals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But music,dance and books also take me away from my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;They have the capacity to completely ease the worries away from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Music, books and dance have always been a part of my life(worries too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the type who prefers to finish a book in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;After quite sometime, i have become a member of a library and i am&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to devouring more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my favourite things to listen to songs while doing work(physical work as it is difficult for me to concentrate on mental work while listening to songs!).&lt;br /&gt;Have to clean your shelf or wash the utensils or fold the clothes?&lt;br /&gt;No problem, switch on the music and get on with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very few things i have a perennial passion about is dancing-Right from when i was a kid.But i have never learnt it formally(if you exclude the bharatnatyam classes i went to at school.I enrolled once in 6th(i think!) and then later in another school where it was one of the extra-curricular activities provided by the school.But then, those could hardly be called proper,formal training.They were nowhere near being professional.).Then there was the time i joined  garba classes only during navarathri.&lt;br /&gt;Due to various reasons i have not yet joined a dance class. I would love to learn western dances.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be possible now.&lt;br /&gt;But iam definitely going to learn in this lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;Probably forty years later, you would see me hobbling enthusiastically with my cane on one hand and would ask me where iam off to.I would then reply that i have my dance class in another 20 minutes and can i please talk to you later because i don't wanna be late :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-110800665519684084?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/110800665519684084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=110800665519684084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/110800665519684084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/110800665519684084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-passion.html' title='My passion!!!!!!'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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-10721388.post-110794959954876587</id><published>2005-02-10T06:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:16:39.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So finally i did it!-created a blog, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are quite a few things i feel strongly about , things i wanna share with people ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope this blog helps me do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i should mention that my diary writing never goes anywhere after the first two days (or even the first(!) as it happened w.r.t my 2005 diary!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then, diaries are not interactive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it is practically impossible to have a "for my eyes only" diary!so, that spoils the fun for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, i know! Blogs aren't exactly "for my eyes only" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then, iam going to share only those things which i want to with all of you, things i wanna tell the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's hope this goes on great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's all i have for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WELCOME TO MY BLOG!:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10721388-110794959954876587?l=inblahblahmode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/feeds/110794959954876587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10721388&amp;postID=110794959954876587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/110794959954876587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10721388/posts/default/110794959954876587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inblahblahmode.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='?????'/><author><name>divyasurendiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09944360386145298224</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></feed>
