<?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-22967805</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:49:36.922+05:30</updated><category term='Hindi'/><category term='story'/><category term='Telugu'/><category term='Self'/><category term='poem'/><category term='bachelors'/><category term='song'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='funds'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='dedication'/><category term='Goa'/><category term='journey'/><category term='donations'/><category term='gaadi RCOM'/><category term='misc'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Absconding Paranoid</title><subtitle type='html'>Penning down what comes to my mind....whatever I feel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5970007227599432394</id><published>2012-01-29T12:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:04:57.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hit the road! - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes, that was the thought lingering in my mind for quite some time now, but I wasn't sure yet if I would be doing it as I dint find company for the Sankranthi trip.&lt;br /&gt;Its 13th Jan (friday) and I finally found 3 more people and decided to hit the road at 3 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we started at around 4 PM&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go on a not-so-good route in order to avoid the festival-season traffic.&lt;br /&gt;The road was good but full of cars till some 100 km and then I deviated to Ongole route.&lt;br /&gt;After deviating from Vijayawada route, the traffic indeed decreased, but the speed breakers and potholes made the journey a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't speed more than 40 kmph for most of the time due to poor lighting and for avoiding the gigantic potholes... its not a surprise to say that the max I could reach is 90&lt;br /&gt;The road work made things even worse!!&lt;br /&gt;Reckless cars came head on trying to overtake the trucks and buses, and we had to brake all along.&lt;br /&gt;I was estimating the time all along and thought I could make it to my grand parents' place by 10:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;And not after much time did I realize that my estimation is too greedy... we were going at a much slower pace!&lt;br /&gt;And just to spoil my plans further, the left front tyre hit a pothole and got punctured :(&lt;br /&gt;Thats not all! To everyones shock, we learnt that we dint have the car jack!&lt;br /&gt;The clock is showing is close to 11:00 PM &lt;br /&gt;Just 2 options in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Try stopping every car that came our way and ask for a jack.&lt;br /&gt;If nothing works, sleep in the car for the night and try our luck the next day morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first car stopped, they had a jack, but the person said that they were getting late.&lt;br /&gt;Luck favored with the next car.&lt;br /&gt;They helped us with replacing the tyre (well, we dint have much experience in changing the wheel and also, we found out that we dint have a spanner also!) and insisted that they would follow us as we dint have a spare wheel. &lt;br /&gt; So we started off again, much relieved, and after some 70-80 km, we hit NH-5.&lt;br /&gt;It was 1 AM when I finally reached the destination after dropping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riders:&lt;br /&gt; -------------&lt;br /&gt;Driver: None other than me&lt;br /&gt;The company: Ravi (my cousin), Suresh (my colleague) and his brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! part-2 would be even more intense!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5970007227599432394?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5970007227599432394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2012/01/hit-road-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5970007227599432394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5970007227599432394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2012/01/hit-road-part-1.html' title='Hit the road! - part 1'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2961569448118329379</id><published>2011-11-10T19:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:37:32.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Revelations at a hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Not all things look good in life.&lt;br /&gt;When some look unpleasant, some makes one feel disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;Some even deteriorates one's self-confidence significantly.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the ambiance at a hospital would definitely not be a pleasant one...&lt;br /&gt;The sight of physically wounded people, ranging from months babies to corporate professionals to retired gramps and grannies definitely wont be what one wishes to see. Some would try to avoid hospitals just because they cant withstand the unpleasant reality. Some would try all possible methods to avoid a needle prick while some would be willing to sell out all their wealth just to recover. The patients and the care takers would be all over the place, the guards and nurses guiding and soothing the patients, the doctors busy all day with rounds and surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;Some coming out with surreal treatments while some having a hard time digesting the tragic incidents.&lt;br /&gt;But amidst all the chaos, theres something which is not observed often.&lt;br /&gt;Its the hope, challenge, struggle, care, love, zeal, lesson, and above all, life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patients hope of fighting the illness...&lt;br /&gt;The doctors challenge of curing the patients...&lt;br /&gt;The junior doctors' zeal to climb up the career ladder... &lt;br /&gt;The nurses care for the patients...&lt;br /&gt;The guardians love for the patients make them wait patiently and be on the patients side all day all night no matter what the situation.&lt;br /&gt;The patients hope of getting back to normal life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people are interlaced with different mindsets and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is common in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;They all experienced pain in life!&lt;br /&gt;The strife for overcoming the pain and burden, and the dream of living happily keeps them going about the chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive mindset r&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;ises like the flaring fire! The never dying desire to live life in such a way that even dreams feel low keeps them going! The motto of 'Keep rising, keep going' makes them chase after the dreams and live till the last breath!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2961569448118329379?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2961569448118329379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/11/revelations-at-hospital.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2961569448118329379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2961569448118329379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/11/revelations-at-hospital.html' title='Revelations at a hospital'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-257506685187883630</id><published>2011-07-30T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:21:21.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Let it flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Two sleepless nights...&lt;br /&gt;Triggered a fight&lt;br /&gt;disturbing the third!!&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;Weekends...&lt;br /&gt;are not for sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;but for enjoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weekdays...&lt;br /&gt;are for working...&lt;br /&gt;for a living...&lt;br /&gt;not for dying!&lt;br /&gt;To have a good night sleep..&lt;br /&gt;but not a nightout!&lt;br /&gt;To have a filling meal...&lt;br /&gt;not a moaning belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it balancing?&lt;br /&gt;Or more confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing?&lt;br /&gt;Not in Telugu,&lt;br /&gt;but in English...&lt;br /&gt;Is it out of anguish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it lack of concentration?&lt;br /&gt;Or the need of relaxation?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I'm glad...&lt;br /&gt;it requires no preperation..&lt;br /&gt;but just the jiffy of desperation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had a pen...&lt;br /&gt;in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;and a paper... beside my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let the rhythm...keep flowing..&lt;br /&gt;like the ink... the bloody ink...&lt;br /&gt;oh yes... the blood would not sink!!&lt;br /&gt;but it would just stink!&lt;br /&gt;It would not stop... from the mere clots..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... lemme rephrase that...&lt;br /&gt;The clots could no longer stop it..&lt;br /&gt;It keeps flowing... To drain the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Or to count the gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah yes... that really was my intention!&lt;br /&gt;I meant that...&lt;br /&gt;It would drain the gain...&lt;br /&gt;and raise the pain!&lt;br /&gt;It was not just irony...&lt;br /&gt;But the inevitable agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agony of a filthy rich...&lt;br /&gt;moaning in a lonely ditch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escaping the world...&lt;br /&gt;running out in the cold...&lt;br /&gt;while the guts becoming bold...&lt;br /&gt;a smile is all thats missing&lt;br /&gt;for the bloody hell is still roaming...&lt;br /&gt;The restless eye is longing...&lt;br /&gt;for soothe to take over the absconding thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;for a hope to lighten up the dream...&lt;br /&gt;The dream of living!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Heard of live to dream?&lt;br /&gt;and dream to live?&lt;br /&gt;but the trend is changing..&lt;br /&gt;Madness..but truely...&lt;br /&gt;Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dreaming of living...&lt;br /&gt;in this abnormal society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to prove that I can withstand the cold nights&lt;br /&gt;and definitely not to intrigue... &lt;br /&gt;But to make my dream come true!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-257506685187883630?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/257506685187883630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/07/let-it-flow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/257506685187883630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/257506685187883630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/07/let-it-flow.html' title='Let it flow'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1198528336436807940</id><published>2011-07-22T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:02:02.979+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><title type='text'>Ye rastha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;na aage koyi...&lt;br /&gt;na peeche koyi...&lt;br /&gt;meri kadamon se bhari...&lt;br /&gt;ye raah hai meri!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baadal ke uunchayi mein&lt;br /&gt;baarish se bheegi hui&lt;br /&gt;hawa ki shor se bhari...&lt;br /&gt;ye raah hai meri!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na subah..na shaam...&lt;br /&gt;din bhar ek hi mausam&lt;br /&gt;nashe se bhari....&lt;br /&gt;ye raah hai meri!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har disha...&lt;br /&gt;ek hi rang&lt;br /&gt;khusi laut aaye&lt;br /&gt;mere sang&lt;br /&gt;naye raag se bhari...&lt;br /&gt;ye daasthaan hai meri!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har kadam...&lt;br /&gt;yahi ghumna hai..&lt;br /&gt;har pal...&lt;br /&gt;yahi rehna hai..&lt;br /&gt;kyunki...&lt;br /&gt;yehi manzil hai meri!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1198528336436807940?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1198528336436807940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/07/ye-rastha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1198528336436807940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1198528336436807940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/07/ye-rastha.html' title='Ye rastha'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2294805713769937057</id><published>2011-07-06T00:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:48:55.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>Trip with Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A long awaited trip sure was worth every second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A gang of ten batch-mates meeting after a few years, a place filled with just too many scenic beauties, and three cameras to capture the memories.... in short....&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a delightful and one of the most memorable trips for a travel enthusiast like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when a friend proposed the idea of a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=125028077580501"&gt;trip&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chikmagalur"&gt;Chikmagalur&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Initially 16 guys were thought to be attending but finally the number stopped at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajeev booked train tickets for Sagar, me and himself for onward journey from Hyderabad to Bengaluru and bus tickets for return journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected rain forced Rajeev and me to board the MMTS train from Begampet to Kacheguda and Sagar joined us there. The train journey was smooth and we arrived some 1:30 hrs late at Bengaluru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ganga waited for us in the station for more than 2 hrs. We boarded the Tempo van (Thanks to Ganga for all the preparations) and reached Jaggu's place. There 11 of us met and had a few photo sessions and brief conversations. Sita dint join us for the trip and so the ten of us boarded the van all set for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/271250_10150317350857316_568142315_9434940_3279457_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/271250_10150317350857316_568142315_9434940_3279457_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10 batchmates, 3 dSLR cameras, cloudy atmosphere and a beautiful route made the 5 hour long journey to Chikmagalur a less tiring one. The homestay looked great both from the outside and inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/279010_10150317385967316_568142315_9435585_931342_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/279010_10150317385967316_568142315_9435585_931342_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On inquiring about any trekking places nearby which we could visit then itself, the host told us that if we start off without wasting much time, we could visit&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mullayanagiri_range"&gt;Mullayanagiri&lt;/a&gt; peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all boarded the van and reached the trek starting point in an hour. During the travel, Jaggu started off the comparison with their previous trip - '8 months back... same plan, same faces... ppl fell many times. Now, same story repeat' :D&lt;br /&gt;The peak is the highest one in Karnataka and most of the time the place is covered with clouds. The place is very beautiful and everyone got pumped up! After a short photo session everyone started off the trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/271250_10150317350867316_568142315_9434942_7437110_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/271250_10150317350867316_568142315_9434942_7437110_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/280792_10150317358057316_568142315_9435057_5078295_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/280792_10150317358057316_568142315_9435057_5078295_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DNV got his nick 'Bhairava' for obvious reasons :P DNV, Vamsi and me were leading while others took their time to trek on the gravel path. Through out the trek, the atmosphere seemed more like a foggy morning. In a few minutes, we all got separated out. The visibility is so less that in a few minutes one would feel as if one is the only person around. The howling winds, a fresh looking path, a secluded place...to me, the feeling all along was similar to that when we played football in rain. After we reached the steps leading to a temple on the top, we felt strong winds reaching upto 100 kmph speed. Stretching the hands and enjoying the gush of wind on the face is something we all enjoyed....except for Sagar. He got scared that he might get carried away and so refrained from moving ahead. We all moved ahead, clicked so many snaps, reached the top, visited the temple and the checked for leeches. We had none on us. The return trek felt almost the same and the visibility faded. The ones who reached the van first came for those of us who are still on the way and picked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted at the homestay with the campfire setting. The host prepared Biryani and Sambar for us.&lt;br /&gt;Having biryani at the campfire on a cold night is a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/279010_10150317385947316_568142315_9435582_5328002_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/279010_10150317385947316_568142315_9435582_5328002_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We sat there till the fire lasted and then got back to the rooms. It was at this time Sagar observed that both his pants got fresh blood stains. Probably he picked up a leech while he waited for us at the steps. Everyone had a sound sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning we woke up at 6 AM and started off to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebbe_Falls"&gt;Hebbe falls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the spot at around 11 AM and then hired a jeep to go to the falls.&lt;br /&gt;The jeep driver dropped us at two downhill treks so that we could enjoy the walk in the woods and take some snaps. And sure enough, we relished each and every step we took in the woods. We took some real good snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/272797_10150317654232316_568142315_9439439_577069_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/272797_10150317654232316_568142315_9439439_577069_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/272797_10150317654242316_568142315_9439441_2748652_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/272797_10150317654242316_568142315_9439441_2748652_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time also DNV and I were the first ones to reach the pickup points while others took too long. Probably the baggage and cameras forced them to be extra careful.&lt;br /&gt;We took some more snaps and finally reached the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/280562_10150317393977316_568142315_9435647_4877826_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/280562_10150317393977316_568142315_9435647_4877826_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/267142_10150317646917316_568142315_9439349_6606619_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/267142_10150317646917316_568142315_9439349_6606619_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver told us that the water would be falling from some 600 ft and that the depth of water would be around 10 ft. When asked about leeches, he adviced us to apply shampoo to the body before entering the water to avoid leeches. I thought of going into the water and enjoy swimming after a long gap, as I am now aware of the preventive measure. The path to the falls is also very beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/267142_10150317646922316_568142315_9439350_1767179_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/267142_10150317646922316_568142315_9439350_1767179_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise, after crossing the first canal, I noticed a leech sticking to my shoe trying to reach the sock. I flicked it off and then noticed another one on the other leg which is already climbing up the sock. After flicking that one off, I checked below my knees and noticed that one leech already managed to pierce my skin and started sucking my blood. After flicking off that one, I dropped my idea of getting into the water. After crossing another canal, I noticed another leech on one of my socks. All along the narrow damp path, I watched carefully for leeches before laying a step and I noticed so many of them moving on the path. And after reaching the falls, Sagar (Mabbu), Vamsi, DNV applied shampoo and got into the waters while I held the bag and clothes watching over my feet. I was too freaked out to put the bag on the ground as I was afraid that the leeches would find their way to the bag.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I couldn't enjoy the sight of the beautiful falls whole-heartedly as I was looking at my feet more frequently than at the falls. In the meanwhile, the rest of the gang also arrived. They too checked for leeches, removed some from the socks, shoes and even pants.&lt;br /&gt;Even while going back we had to cross the two canals and one more leech got onto my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Phew... We reached the jeep and checked our legs thoroughly for leeches and there were none.&lt;br /&gt;While heading back to the van, we noticed the horrible road and the reason why everyone insisted to go by jeep. We had lunch at a dhaba and reached Bengaluru by 8 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Rajeev, Sagar and I reached the boarding point by 10 PM and waited for our bus to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, it wasn't supposed to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason - there is NO bus from Mysore to Hyd at 11 PM on sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, (well you might have discarded this info long ago) Rajeev was the one who booked the ticket. At 10:45 PM a Mysore-Blr-Hyd bus came and they told me that the bus is scheduled to depart at 10:45 itself. As Rajeev had the ticket, I asked him to go and check with them. After some time, he came back very slowly with his face down. He said - 'I would tell you one thing if you wont scold me'. We asked if we missed the bus. He told us to check the date on the ticket. It showed '1-Jul-2011'. And we were waiting for that bus on '3-Jul-2011'. Need I say anything more? Sagar and me had a good laugh. We thought of checking for other buses (as there are many buses to Hyd at that time and we could hear 'Hyderabad Hyderabad' clearly) but Rajeev told that this one had vacant seats.&lt;br /&gt;We had barely enough money in our pockets to afford the tickets. Rajeev was still in shock, unable to believe the blunder he managed to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;After settling in the seats, Rajeev told us how he approached the bus conductors and how one of the drivers pointed out the date in the ticket to him.&lt;br /&gt;We recalled some horrible and sarcastic journeys from the past and then dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A few Hindi lines crossed my mind when I was at the highest peak in Karnataka. Most probably those would make it to the blog in my next post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2294805713769937057?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2294805713769937057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/07/trip-with-ten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2294805713769937057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2294805713769937057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/07/trip-with-ten.html' title='Trip with Ten'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5909327584096482781</id><published>2011-06-04T08:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:26:15.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Groovy night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers dance in the joy&lt;br /&gt;to the beat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;they tap fast on the board&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes are so closed&lt;br /&gt;and my feet tap on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind feels the zeal&lt;br /&gt;from head to heel&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm is refined&lt;br /&gt;with the passion redefined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[come on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;build up the heat&lt;br /&gt;make it so neat&lt;br /&gt;enjoying is an art&lt;br /&gt;yup, rewind that part&lt;br /&gt;and sing it like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My fingers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar like a beast (and)&lt;br /&gt;thump on the ground (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;move like a breeze (and)&lt;br /&gt;sing out aloud (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just play with no plan&lt;br /&gt;the best way you can&lt;br /&gt;just wind out your pace&lt;br /&gt;and let there be grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[one more time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the mirror go here and there&lt;br /&gt;when my head moves around&lt;br /&gt;as I turn around again&lt;br /&gt;feeling the tune... so profound!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5909327584096482781?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5909327584096482781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/06/groovy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5909327584096482781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5909327584096482781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/06/groovy-night.html' title='Groovy night'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3654389610318246992</id><published>2011-05-20T00:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:52:09.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Real beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I remember this dialogue from a Telugu movie whenever someone mentions beauty - '&lt;i&gt;Andham ante chudaali chudaali anipinchaali gaani chusesaam chusesaam anipinchakudadhu!&lt;/i&gt;'. Unfortunately this quote loses its beauty when translated to English.&lt;br /&gt;But I would try to carry the feel of it in the rest of this post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy like me, who stays away from home, who has voracious appetite for food, who can cook well (well, my friends tell me so), still thinks of going home and eating the cuisines prepared by mom.&lt;br /&gt;The way mom cooks drags me back home again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy like me thinks of going on a drive on his bike at any time... no matter how many times he has gone on a drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you play with cute kids and make them smile?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think of recalling memories?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you listen to a song in loop?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you come back to your Comics?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you visit places like Goa again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just the love for food. Its not just the passion. Its not just a hobby. And no, its definitely not amnesia!&lt;br /&gt;Its the beauty thats involved and thats what makes you involve, indulge, immerse... immensely in pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the beauty in the way mom cooks.&lt;br /&gt;Its the&amp;nbsp;beauty in the way wind tickles you when you ride your bike.&lt;br /&gt;Its the beauty in the innocent smile of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Its the beauty in each of those memories, those melodies... those comics, those exotic scenics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the beauty that drags you to things again and again and never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The smell that surrounds us when rain drops hit the ground'&lt;br /&gt;'The moment when you win a game, a heart'&lt;br /&gt;'The colour of the sky when Sun starts to rise'&lt;br /&gt;'The sound of a koel...'&lt;br /&gt;'The dance of a peacock... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real beauty lies in the originality. It lies in the innocent smiles. Its all over something that can be acclaimed as 'perfect'.&lt;br /&gt;Its abstract yet clear.&lt;br /&gt;Its the enigma of addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Its never solved. Its just... relished! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: After reading all these lines, its obvious that you would realise whats the most beautiful thing that happened to you, and thats the moment you would be jumping in joy thinking &lt;a href="http://realbeauty.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Real beauty&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3654389610318246992?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3654389610318246992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/05/real-beauty.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3654389610318246992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3654389610318246992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/05/real-beauty.html' title='Real beauty'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8878409577447311853</id><published>2011-05-17T00:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:06:46.457+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Drive me crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I wanna become....&lt;br /&gt;a song.. a singable song!&lt;br /&gt;That would play for long..&lt;br /&gt;long enough to entice...&lt;br /&gt;the singer in you to notice&lt;br /&gt;the shrill of silence&lt;br /&gt;and make a difference (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;in the way you make noise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of resilience&lt;br /&gt;redefined in the rev&lt;br /&gt;when you see the drivers mood&lt;br /&gt;dancing under the hood&lt;br /&gt;the sheer brilliance&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to hope&lt;br /&gt;to say blunty nope&lt;br /&gt;when someone says 'give up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah....&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one under the hood&lt;br /&gt;and above the wheels&lt;br /&gt;i'm the joy you feel&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one to kneel&lt;br /&gt;in front of your zeal&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one... &lt;br /&gt;to drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one...&lt;br /&gt;who makes you lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the song of your life!&lt;br /&gt;who says 'live to drive'&lt;br /&gt;who makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;for every damn mile!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets ride down...&lt;br /&gt;the lane of imagination&lt;br /&gt;and race beyond satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;to define the style of perfection&lt;br /&gt;to meet the glory at destination :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8878409577447311853?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8878409577447311853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/05/drive-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8878409577447311853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8878409577447311853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/05/drive-me-crazy.html' title='Drive me crazy!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2528049026319081807</id><published>2011-04-25T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:12:14.148+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>GPRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Present scene:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny evening..&lt;br /&gt;Even at 5 PM sun was still shining high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Pavan and Satish were relaxing in the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;They were looking at each other and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;They  couldn't help but laugh at the incidents that took place in the last  few minutes and well, the last few days too! They dint know that few  more shocks were in store for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How it all started&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  all started when a group of friends (Pavan, Satya, Satish and Raghu)  planned to give a gift to the newly married couple (Gautham and Pujitha)  after a month. Well sometimes things get a little late ;)&lt;br /&gt;As  planned, on 8th Apr 2011, Satya and Pavan bought the gift and brought it  to Pavan's place with some difficulty on Satya's bike. They thought  that it would be better to take it in the car as it would be more  convenient.&lt;br /&gt;They called up Satish to come over the next day so that he could drive them (and the gift ofcourse) to the couple.&lt;br /&gt;The next day they all left in the car as planned.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Pavan couldn't lean back in the back seat and so faced some difficulty through out the drive.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow they reached in one piece :P and played with Aadi for some time. Later they had dinner at Cocos that night.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Raghu and Satish came back to the car and waited for the rest of them to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence before the storm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this point that something stupid crossed Raghu's mind.&lt;br /&gt;He asked Satish to teach him how to drive a car.&lt;br /&gt;Satish  insisted him not to try on this car as this one makes more noise,  doesn't start properly, and worse of all, doesn't stop once started!! (as  the brakes take time to work)&lt;br /&gt;But Raghu wanted to atleast know about the controls and operating them.&lt;br /&gt;Satish showed him the needed controls and told him how they work.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Raghu got pumped up and asked Satish to get into the car and teach him.&lt;br /&gt;Satish told him what all to do and before he could give him more tips and cautions, Raghu started off.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily  or unluckily, the steering was aligned towards right and as Raghu took  off, the car raced towards the right side, bumped over a couple of rocks  and came to a stand still just in between two small trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miracle? Hell no!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all people learn things easily and the same thing hit Satish on his head heavily! :(&lt;br /&gt;Satish couldn't get himself to believe what the hell just happened.&lt;br /&gt;He first got down and asked Raghu to check if there was any damage.&lt;br /&gt;Raghu told that everything looked fine.&lt;br /&gt;After rechecking the same, Satish got in and tried to get the car back on to the road.&lt;br /&gt;Something blocked the tyres and the car whined to get back on to the road.&lt;br /&gt;Raghu checked the tyres and told that there were a couple of rocks behind the back tyre and removed one of them.&lt;br /&gt;But still the tyres dint move freely and skidded noisily.&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, Gautham, Pujitha, Pavan and Satya also arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Gautham and Pavan came to check what happened and with some difficulty, they removed the second rock as well.&lt;br /&gt;When Everything looked fine, Satish tried to drive the car but still the tyres refused to move.&lt;br /&gt;After some investigation, it was found that the front right wheel got damaged and thus could not rotate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already late and so Pujitha's father insisted that they could get a mechanic the next day.&lt;br /&gt;With nothing much left to do, They all planned to go home and come back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Raghu &amp;amp; Satish left on Raghu's bike and Satya &amp;amp; Pavan left on Gautham's bike.&lt;br /&gt;(Well it is necessary to mention who left on whoms bike as things are going to get only worse from now on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Restoring things (wait a minute... somethings not sounding quite right)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning Satish went to Raghu's place, picked him up and went to the car.&lt;br /&gt;They  tried to remove the problematic wheel to check if the axle is fine but  they couldn't grab the wheel out and decided to call the mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;The  mechanic removed the wheel and they discovered that there was a bump  inside the wheel that was preventing the wheel from rotating.&lt;br /&gt;He set it right and fixed it back.&lt;br /&gt;The  smiles started to head back to the doomed faces but just then...he  insisted that the car be brought to the shed so that they can check the  axle for any problems.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that the car would be ready by  evening, Raghu and Satish went to Raghu's place and got back to the car  shed in the evening and then Satish left in car to Pavan's place and  Raghu went back to his flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait... that's not all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satish  picked up Satya and when he reached Pavan's place, Pavan added another  twist saying that he forgot his mobile and bike keys at his friends  place!!&lt;br /&gt;Satish and Satya thought Raghu got saved as he dint come over.&lt;br /&gt;With no other option left, Satish decided to wait till night so that he can get back Gautham's bike to him.&lt;br /&gt;Pavan's friend decided to keep up the twists and so dint turn up and Satish had to stay back for that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it over yet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  next day morning also Pavan's friend dint turn up and so, Satish and  Pavan left in the afternoon (on Pavan's mama's bike... as Satya took Satish's bike to his office) to finish off some  work.&lt;br /&gt;After that, they went to Satya's office, left the bike there and took Satish's bike and left to Satish's flat.&lt;br /&gt;Pavan got a call at that time and another twist came to light.&lt;br /&gt;He forgot the mobile but he lost the keys somewhere!!&lt;br /&gt;After  hearing the news, Pavan recalled that he vividly remember putting the  keys in his pocket, had a coffee on the way, but forgot completely about  them by the time he reached home.&lt;br /&gt;'Kevvvvvvvvvvvvv' is the sound heard by Satish inside his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A bit of relief&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gautham confirmed that the spare key was at Pujitha's place.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to restore things as soon as possible, Satish and Pavan left to Pujitha's place.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that they arrived at such wrong time... as the house was locked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their determination was mocked at and their enthusiasm was severed!&lt;br /&gt;All they could do now is sit and wait till everyone arrive and till then, make fun at their own frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again the present&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;scene:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just could not stop laughing at the whole series of incidents (and ofcourse the accident).&lt;br /&gt;After everyone arrived, the search was started and it turned out that the keys were nowhere to be found! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!!!!! (not again :( )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty  assured Satish and Pavan that the keys were along with some other  documents and so ultimately they could be found in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Again, Satish and Pavan left empty handed... thinking that the trip turned out to be another disaster.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, They stopped at Satya's office and planned to go to Eat-street.&lt;br /&gt;Satish decided to take a break and left for his flat. Oh and by the  way, Satya took Pavan's mama's bike to Pavan's place afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And finally!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning, Satish went to collect the keys, left his bike there, and came to Pavan's place by bus.&lt;br /&gt;Pavan had some work outside and so both of them went out. After that,  Satish dropped Pavan at Satya's office and went to his flat happily...  relieved that the whole mess got cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Well if you have really reached this line, you either got loads of patience or free time or may be too bored :P&lt;br /&gt;I guess you are still wondering about the title. Dont think too much... GPRS stands for Gautham Pavan Raghu Satish, the batchmates :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2528049026319081807?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2528049026319081807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/04/gprs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2528049026319081807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2528049026319081807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/04/gprs.html' title='GPRS'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1616585861056856160</id><published>2011-04-07T12:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:57:45.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Silly soliloquies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Silly soliloquies in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the cool breeze on my face&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the heart's quiver&lt;br /&gt;while riding my bike at a constant pace&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at my own sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;remembering the good old days&lt;br /&gt;and the beauty in every single moment&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing was planned ahead&lt;br /&gt;it always sounds like a tale told before&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone thinks of future &lt;br /&gt;I recall what I think of mine...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully a nice one is on its way :)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Silly soliloquies in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the cool breeze on my face&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the heart's quiver&lt;br /&gt;while riding my bike at a constant pace&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction is never found without narcism&lt;br /&gt;and narcism is never found without true love&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its the other way around&lt;br /&gt;But it feels good to have both :)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Riding through the slender present&lt;br /&gt;quenching my thirst for simplicity&lt;br /&gt;gearing up for the reality&lt;br /&gt;I keep moving on....&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Silly soliloquies in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the cool breeze on my face&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the beats of heart's quiver&lt;br /&gt;while riding my bike at a constant pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1616585861056856160?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1616585861056856160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/04/silly-soliloquies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1616585861056856160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1616585861056856160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/04/silly-soliloquies.html' title='Silly soliloquies'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1025948147553055267</id><published>2011-03-08T07:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:55:41.248+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><title type='text'>A small dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those moments..&lt;br /&gt;When theres something...&lt;br /&gt;that conceived somewhere... sometime...&lt;br /&gt;comes to life...&lt;br /&gt;and remains special..&lt;br /&gt;for a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;as more than a feeling&lt;br /&gt;that adds a touch...&lt;br /&gt;thats sweet when felt!&lt;br /&gt;and stands for eternity&lt;br /&gt;as a great song...&lt;br /&gt;which feels new and strange..&lt;br /&gt;everytime its played&lt;br /&gt;but resounds like an old tune&lt;br /&gt;as long as its remembered&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;This somethings called vengeance :P&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding! :D&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the life ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dedicated to Gautham and Pujitha :) Wish you a happy married life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1025948147553055267?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6374930009010465077</id><published>2011-02-08T21:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:21:20.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><title type='text'>Unsune khwaab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;jab bhi mein tujhe milta hun&lt;br /&gt;kuch kisse ho jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;kuch mere.. kuch tere&lt;br /&gt;aur kuch mere dil mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mujhe ehsaas nahi hua tha&lt;br /&gt;ki..&lt;br /&gt;teri aankhon me dekhthe dekthe&lt;br /&gt;teri aankhon me dekhthe dekhthe&lt;br /&gt;teri baatein bin sune nikalaati hai&lt;br /&gt;mere do kaan dokha dete hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jab bhi mein tujhe milta hun&lt;br /&gt;kuch&amp;nbsp;kisse ho jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;kuch mere.. kuch tere&lt;br /&gt;aur kuch mere dil mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mujhe patha nahi tha...&lt;br /&gt;ki..&lt;br /&gt;khat likhne aur padhne mein&lt;br /&gt;itna mazaa aata hai&lt;br /&gt;kuch baatein har lamha mein&lt;br /&gt;baar baar sunai deti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neinon me basi hui teri tasweer&lt;br /&gt;agar saamne aaye itni kareeb&lt;br /&gt;tho sapnon ka mazaak karte hein&lt;br /&gt;behosh hue ye dil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jab bhi mein tujhe miltha hun&lt;br /&gt;kuch&amp;nbsp;kisse ho jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;kuch mere.. kuch tere&lt;br /&gt;aur kuch mere dil mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mujhe yaad nahi hai...&lt;br /&gt;kab tere naam ye dil ki deewar pe likha tha..&lt;br /&gt;lekin itna to pata hai...&lt;br /&gt;kitna bhi khoon barsake use mita nahi saktha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8260970146265174158</id><published>2011-01-21T22:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:16:34.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Time is running out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every word is uttered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every thought is considered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every moment is remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the time is running out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it always runs out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, it slows down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for something to happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you keep watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every word is uttered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every thought is considered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every moment is remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There would be some things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which you do with full enthusiasm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would be involved so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it seems like time fooled you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time is running out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it always runs out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruminate&amp;nbsp;the best times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Say out the best words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emanate the past glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Pen down the best thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relish the best moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Bring out the best story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revisit good old days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Tune them up from the memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it stand as a new history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To raise the voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make some noise!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8260970146265174158?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8260970146265174158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/01/time-is-running-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8260970146265174158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8260970146265174158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2011/01/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4536347139141231381</id><published>2010-12-31T10:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:39:03.980+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>1 week @ home!</title><content type='html'>After getting into a job and leaving home, I dont remember when was the last time I spent a whole week at home (excluding visits to Grand parents' places and other relatives' places).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the facilities at my work place, I am able to work from home happily! :)&lt;br /&gt;I wish to remember this week particularly because I donno when this sort of a week comes again in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I dont want to think when would be the next time, but this time I will make sure to enjoy to the fullest and spend a good amount of time with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I am gonna spend the new year eve in a memorable way! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4536347139141231381?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4536347139141231381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/12/1-week-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4536347139141231381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4536347139141231381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/12/1-week-home.html' title='1 week @ home!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1460832915176519834</id><published>2010-12-16T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:12:28.761+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Title justification ;)</title><content type='html'>Ever felt worlds falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams dominating reality?&lt;br /&gt;Ever saw delusions?&lt;br /&gt;Cant tell if you are asleep or awake?&lt;br /&gt;The delusions and dreams questioning you together&lt;br /&gt;If you are real??&lt;br /&gt;making it sound as if asking what is the real you?&lt;br /&gt;In the act of self protection...&lt;br /&gt;You cant tell whats truth or fiction!&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense only when ...&lt;br /&gt;All the pain visualizes in front of you&lt;br /&gt;The real things around you don't make a difference&lt;br /&gt;The entirety of life seems like a joke&lt;br /&gt;The heart beat mocks the very rhythm of life&lt;br /&gt;Making it clear to you that nothing is clear to you&lt;br /&gt;Losing not everything but just hope..&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the other way round!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds real only to the one on the verge of reality&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else, it sounds like insanity!&lt;br /&gt;The freezing chills of the winter make the limbs numb&lt;br /&gt;Only the sounds of thuds tell you that you are running&lt;br /&gt;The crashing images continue to demolish the mind&lt;br /&gt;Leaving no one..&lt;br /&gt; to tell you what you are chasing&lt;br /&gt;and that you are...&lt;br /&gt;an absconding paranoid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1272778301779572012</id><published>2010-10-19T19:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:03:27.880+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Stunts for a photographer</title><content type='html'>No wonder I came back to blogging after so much time. I've been enjoying a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Going home almost every weekend. Visiting friends often. New job, new flat ( rented one of course ;-) ), new TV, new washing&amp;nbsp;machine, new&amp;nbsp;carom&amp;nbsp;board... and the list doesn't stop here. Planning to join swimming from next month and planning to get a play station too. Well, life is going on too smooth these days :-)&lt;br /&gt;I ought to thank all my colleagues, friends and family who made this happen to me!!&lt;br /&gt;Those who expected a poem or sketch or something else, hold on!! a Telugu poem is on its way :-)&lt;br /&gt;And ya, I almost forgot! I wanted to share something and thats why I logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday, I attended a friend's engagement. With a few close friends, we had a real good time cracking jokes and all. And the guy who was getting engaged (Yeah Gautham, thats you :-D ) had one particular incident to share. His photographer asked him to give poses in all different angles.... He was asked to walk in the room, make a pause, turn, and then smile! :-o :-P Now to add to this, his cousin was shooting all this in her handycam :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say anymore? That made our day!! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1272778301779572012?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1272778301779572012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/10/stunts-for-photographer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1272778301779572012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1272778301779572012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/10/stunts-for-photographer.html' title='Stunts for a photographer'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1113656803271349772</id><published>2010-07-26T17:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:13:26.737+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Blurred destiny</title><content type='html'>Cruising the land of no-one&lt;br /&gt;Living the life of no-one&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a blurred destiny&lt;br /&gt;I soared into the sky&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;There was no-one...&lt;br /&gt;no-one but you&lt;br /&gt;who could hold me&lt;br /&gt;from getting drifted away&lt;br /&gt;into the fading plight&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Desire I still have&lt;br /&gt;to hang on tight&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;Destined I was&lt;br /&gt;to never return from the flight&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I so very wish&lt;br /&gt;for the string to cut midway&lt;br /&gt;and get Carried away&lt;br /&gt;rather than make your hand bleed&lt;br /&gt;trying to hold me back&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Finally here I am&lt;br /&gt;all set out to be freed&lt;br /&gt;with the currents of monsoon&lt;br /&gt;dragging me out soon&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2cm"&gt;Being torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the passing thunder&lt;br /&gt;to let the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;reach you through every fender&lt;br /&gt;and cleanse the pain...&lt;br /&gt;you have got for missing a kite's tender :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1113656803271349772?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1113656803271349772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/07/blurred-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1113656803271349772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1113656803271349772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/07/blurred-destiny.html' title='Blurred destiny'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4618020296661876060</id><published>2010-07-11T17:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:44:04.810+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Sketch - 6</title><content type='html'>Got back to sketching today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/TDm1W4eqLXI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/BXf7jM5tF4Q/s1600/DSC09547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/TDm1W4eqLXI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/BXf7jM5tF4Q/s320/DSC09547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4618020296661876060?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4618020296661876060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/07/sketch-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4618020296661876060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4618020296661876060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/07/sketch-6.html' title='Sketch - 6'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/TDm1W4eqLXI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/BXf7jM5tF4Q/s72-c/DSC09547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8573292036757766721</id><published>2010-05-30T19:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:35:29.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Its the love...</title><content type='html'>Gazing at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on...&lt;br /&gt;Another day again&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise starts too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the love...&lt;br /&gt;that remains for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;Its the love...&lt;br /&gt;that made mom devote her time&lt;br /&gt;to play 'boo' with us n&lt;br /&gt;be stern while making us learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on...&lt;br /&gt;Another day again&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise starts too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the love...&lt;br /&gt;that makes the heart move!!&lt;br /&gt;Its the love...&lt;br /&gt;that made dad save every penny&lt;br /&gt;n spend on us and spend for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on...&lt;br /&gt;Another day again&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise starts too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the love...&lt;br /&gt;that makes granny sing the lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Its the love...&lt;br /&gt;that makes grampa tell the fantasy stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on...&lt;br /&gt;Another day again&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise starts too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from sunrise to sunset&lt;br /&gt;Its just the love...&lt;br /&gt;that stays all day long&lt;br /&gt;Like an ever green song...&lt;br /&gt;pleasant and pleasing...&lt;br /&gt;as long as its 'playing' ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8573292036757766721?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8573292036757766721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/05/its-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8573292036757766721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8573292036757766721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/05/its-love.html' title='Its the love...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1068304095518152528</id><published>2010-05-30T18:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:59:19.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>Some see life as a goal to reach.&lt;br /&gt;Some create a path to follow while some choose from existing ones.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are eager to reach the destination and mark their lives with the schedule and plan.&lt;br /&gt;Once they reach there, life seems happy for them and they will be content.&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, they again see life becoming normal and soon find themselves bored!&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I am not one of those.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to look back at my life when I reach a point when I really get bored! All those words written long back suddenly would seem to bring back those days and dust those memories. All the pictures, lying steady in the albums and harddisks would suddenly start moving in the mind. The path chosen or taken might be nice or unpleasant... but the happiness we get while travelling will always be relished even more when feeling it at the destination.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be enjoyed only when we choose to accept both happiness and sadness together.&lt;br /&gt;Whether lonely or together, it doesnt matter. The laughs once again resound in the ears, bringing back silent smiles along with warm tears.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this all now? Who am I? What am I?&lt;br /&gt;I am just a normal human being trying to live in this abnormal society. I dont know what I am or what I will be. But I know to live when I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy when I can. To smile when I see myself.&lt;br /&gt;At this point I cant help but remember...&lt;br /&gt;"Inner peace.. Inner inner... inner peace" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Its time I changed my "About me" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1068304095518152528?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1068304095518152528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/05/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1068304095518152528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1068304095518152528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/05/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5511261043710992829</id><published>2010-05-18T14:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:58:48.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Pure Luck</title><content type='html'>I dont know if this post makes sense here but this has been quite a rib-tickler since a few weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day at the coffee place, one guy was narrating this joke from Santosham movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Brahmi approaches Nagarjuna and asks a question as to how an egg which falls from top floor doesnt break.&lt;br /&gt;Nag tries all sorts of answers but Brahmi disapproves all. He finally reveals the answer that the reason is 'Pure Luck' :D '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, we laughed alot. Just then another guy, who recently recovered from an accident, entered the coffee place and asked us why we were laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;Another guy replied :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is this guy, who fell from his bike, skidded a good 10 m, and escaped unhurt. How?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is he wearing gloves and knee pads?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Helmet?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He fell on the bike?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Its Pure Luck :D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, some guys were solving puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;One guy posed a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A truck of 10 m height needs to go through a tunnel of 9 m height. How?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Remove the tyres?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cut the lobby?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Break the tunnel?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Very simple. Deflate the tyres :D '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Does that reduce 1 m?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ofcourse!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But how is it possible?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hehe... the same way that tall a truck exists ;) '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, another guy came into the picture and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have another answer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pure luck!! :P '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5511261043710992829?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5511261043710992829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/05/pure-luck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5511261043710992829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5511261043710992829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/05/pure-luck.html' title='Pure Luck'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1575520249200696913</id><published>2010-03-24T08:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:58:42.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Journey of life</title><content type='html'>Its like a train journey...&lt;br /&gt;its good sometimes...........&lt;br /&gt;its bad sometimes.............&lt;br /&gt;but its best... with you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When happy, it looks amazing..&lt;br /&gt;each station just whizzes by.&lt;br /&gt;the countdown to the destination roars in the mind&lt;br /&gt;the thought of going nearer pumps up the joy&lt;br /&gt;but its best when I reach ... its best when I finally meet you :D&lt;br /&gt;(Its like a ..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sad, it looks boring&lt;br /&gt;leaving you is like smothering (me)&lt;br /&gt;each station whines by...&lt;br /&gt;the destination seems to be welcoming coldly...&lt;br /&gt;into the depressing reality&lt;br /&gt;but its best to think of the next journey...to you....that I would again meet you :D&lt;br /&gt;(Its like a ..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the journey ends..&lt;br /&gt;it looks calm and peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;but not for long...as the next journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;As long as my friends come with me&lt;br /&gt;As long as you wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I can embark on any journey&lt;br /&gt;With new hopes and high aims&lt;br /&gt;Gripping to the sweet memories, I look forward to see you (again) :D&lt;br /&gt;(Its like a ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a train journey...&lt;br /&gt;its good sometimes...........&lt;br /&gt;its bad sometimes.............&lt;br /&gt;but its best... with you :D&lt;br /&gt;with you waiting...&lt;br /&gt;for as long as it takes&lt;br /&gt;coz I can return everytime with a smile on my face, to you,&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1575520249200696913?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1575520249200696913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/03/journey-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1575520249200696913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1575520249200696913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/03/journey-of-life.html' title='Journey of life'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3342652513448659977</id><published>2010-03-19T07:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:16:40.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donations'/><title type='text'>Philanthropy/Giving in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Instill faith in potential donors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common man in this society generally wills to help needy for he knows the value of things.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the people who will to donate, there are some things which need to be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;Many people lost faith on NGOs or other non-profit organisations who collect donations and use them properly.&lt;br /&gt;There are some incidents which made them think so.&lt;br /&gt;For example, a Government medical college gets a lot of funds to facilitate the education of poor students and patients. These donations were not subject to proper utilization.&lt;br /&gt;The machinery worth crores would be purchased and then kept unused or not maintained properly.&lt;br /&gt;There were reported incidents of a dog taking away a new born baby.&lt;br /&gt;This clearly shows that funds, when not properly utilised, would discourage a potential donor.&lt;br /&gt;The solution to these types of scenarios/cases would be appointing personnel to take care of funds, track them and ensure they get utilised properly. An effective way would be logging down each and every donation.&lt;br /&gt;Writing/noting down the flow of funds including the timestamps. i.e., the origination, the current state -&amp;gt; who is responsible for the fund on the current day. What part of it is allocated to which NGO. When will it reach the needy. The details of the NGO/individual who got benefited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Fake' Donations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an open secret that many people (I repeat, many people but not all) fake donations for tax benefits. A simple scenario would be a person contacting the fund collecting personnel and making a proposal - 'Note down Two hundred rupees against my account, and I would give fifty rupees to you'&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this neither helps the Government, nor the NGO.&lt;br /&gt;To avoid these kind of situations, its best that the NGO personnel (or for that matter any fund collecting body) should be an independent organization and should be answerable to any court all over India. It would be even better if this organization has linkups with ACB (Anti Corruption Bureau) and has all the transactions and work flow transparent to both Government and public. This NGO/independent fund collecting body should have the list of all registered NGOs and thus should be able to direct the funds only to the recognised NGOs. This might instill faith in the potential donors as well that the fund/donation wont fall into the hands of greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taking up the challenging tasks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A potential donor would get enthusiastic if he/she knows that the funds they give would create a major impact on the society and ultimately on the nation. For example, there might be more chances in getting funds for starting non-profit free educational institutes that provide education to the poor students. Poverty can be taken care of only with education.&lt;br /&gt;Also, this would be more efficient way of utilizing the funds. The donors can either fund the students directly or provide economical support to the educational institutes for maintenance and man power. Also, apart from the funds, people would be more willing to provide services as all of them might not be economically sound. It would encourage them if tax benefits are provided on services as well. The services might include providing food/clothes/ part-time or full time teaching etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awareness camps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children in school must be given moral classes, in which the importance of donations and the way they could help the nation prosper should be taught.&lt;br /&gt;Children get impacted by the teachers' words more than their parents. At such tender age, what they learn directs their way of thinking for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;So the NGOs should start setting up awareness camps at schools and tell the students the way the NGOs work and inspire them by telling them what they have accompished and also how the children can be a part of the NGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to help the needy and how to make the donations?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often the potential donors think of this question along with 'How to save tax'&lt;br /&gt;This could be taken care of very effectively&lt;br /&gt;This segment of people should be able to find the NGOs or other organizations easily.&lt;br /&gt;A sound solution would be placing the NGO or the independent fund collecting organization personnel at libraries, temples, churches, mosques, bus depots, railway stations, airports . . . where more people visit often.&lt;br /&gt;The personnel should have the power and responsibility to take the donations, register the donor for tax waivers and other benefits based on the amount of donation, and if possible, give them an ID/tracking number using which they can track their donations either online or through the NGO outlets.&lt;br /&gt;It would be the best if the NGO or the independent fund raising body has tie-ups with Multi National Companies, Banks, Hotels, Transport department and Social networking sites. This would help the common man to find the 'donating' option wherever he goes, and can thus donate without any hassle. Tax benefits in these donations would only encourage more donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some more ways of encouraging donations (with or without tax benefits)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a fund collecting box in public places, so that those who are willing to drop money as easily as they put money into God's hundi.&lt;br /&gt;To encourage this way of collecting funds, there should be banners or something placed next to the fund collecting boxes, displaying catchy words like&lt;br /&gt;'Service to mankind is service to God' , 'Your donation wont go waste'. or statistics like 'You can make a difference in 12 lakhs of children' etc &lt;br /&gt;Also, the possibility of getting funds is more likely in case of local needs rather than distant ones.&lt;br /&gt;People would readily help those living next doors (when they need help in case of health problems/education problems/accidents) rather than those who are in other states/countries.&lt;br /&gt;So the NGOs should start appealing to the potential donors to help those living next/near to them. Like students/patients etc living in the same city/locality.&lt;br /&gt;Later on when the NGO gains popularity, funds would come from neighbouring states or countries as well, empowering it to become global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize, its quite possible to set up the independent fund raising body/NGO as described above, and to collect funds efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see this 'possibility' become 'reality' :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3342652513448659977?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3342652513448659977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/03/philanthropygiving-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3342652513448659977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3342652513448659977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/03/philanthropygiving-in-india.html' title='Philanthropy/Giving in India'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5633727768028795585</id><published>2010-03-17T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:55:28.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sketch - 5</title><content type='html'>Made this one yesterday. Needless to say, this is the poster of 'Pirates of Caribbean' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wdWbtr2ysF8/S5_C7nve6EI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ki2UCenA-Qo/DSC08577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wdWbtr2ysF8/S5_C7nve6EI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ki2UCenA-Qo/DSC08577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5633727768028795585?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5633727768028795585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/03/sketch-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5633727768028795585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5633727768028795585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/03/sketch-5.html' title='Sketch - 5'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wdWbtr2ysF8/S5_C7nve6EI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ki2UCenA-Qo/s72-c/DSC08577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2262503227121778774</id><published>2010-02-17T17:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:33:37.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Here are the quotes that made me one of the two winners of a contest by tempostand:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Silence is the language of two hearts connected with the stream of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the feeling that adds the adjective 'Sweet' to the word 'Memories'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a season that comes and goes, its the very reason why the heart beats!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the dance of soul for the rhythm of heart beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss tickles when you are around, loneliness teases when you are gone, Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the resonance of ones heart beat with anothers. Its felt only when its heard :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is perfect only when shared - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the last one, All were written by yours truly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2262503227121778774?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2262503227121778774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2262503227121778774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2262503227121778774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1585568807251108856</id><published>2010-02-14T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:55:28.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Sketch - 4</title><content type='html'>Another sunday - Another sketch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S3g_1ogAzTI/AAAAAAAAEjg/m1IMlInlqLU/s1600-h/DSC08431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S3g_1ogAzTI/AAAAAAAAEjg/m1IMlInlqLU/s320/DSC08431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1585568807251108856?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1585568807251108856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/sketch-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1585568807251108856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1585568807251108856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/sketch-4.html' title='Sketch - 4'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S3g_1ogAzTI/AAAAAAAAEjg/m1IMlInlqLU/s72-c/DSC08431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8363413872957535788</id><published>2010-02-08T00:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:13:31.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Sketch - 3</title><content type='html'>Time for another sketch.&lt;br /&gt;This ones an animation character named Kurosaki Ichigo from the Japanese series Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S2948FOSa4I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/z4yVx2I38_Y/s1600-h/DSC08420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S2948FOSa4I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/z4yVx2I38_Y/s320/DSC08420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8363413872957535788?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8363413872957535788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/sketch-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8363413872957535788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8363413872957535788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/sketch-3.html' title='Sketch - 3'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S2948FOSa4I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/z4yVx2I38_Y/s72-c/DSC08420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3722983444786531053</id><published>2010-02-03T23:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:11:14.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><title type='text'>My Guitar</title><content type='html'>3 IDIOTS - 'Give me some sunshine' song on guitar by me. This was recorded on sunday (31/1/2010) at my guitar class.&lt;br /&gt;This ones still a novice video. Hope to get better by the time I upload my next video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUrNW4AzbhA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUrNW4AzbhA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3722983444786531053?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3722983444786531053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/my-guitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3722983444786531053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3722983444786531053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/02/my-guitar.html' title='My Guitar'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7305604648104099039</id><published>2010-01-25T16:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:58:49.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heights of Revolution</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid,&lt;br /&gt;I remember studying about green revolution and how it bought about a vast change in the way crops were cultivated&lt;br /&gt;Now recently Idea people launched an ad. Its about going mobile - going green.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no idea what idea is, heres what the ad suggests -&lt;br /&gt;'Stop using paper, use mobiles instead of wasting paper and thus save trees.'&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't sound bad though I doubt if the solution is effective.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, using mobiles instead of paper means discharging the battery of the mobiles.&lt;br /&gt;This means more power consumption, which leads to usage of both renewable and non-renewable resourses.&lt;br /&gt;Which means more pollution. Though typing a document/email in computer instead of writing on paper saves both time and paper, I still feel that the 'idea' has a defect. &lt;br /&gt;The last time I went to my relatives place, all my paternal relatives had a get-together.&lt;br /&gt;And one of them happened to say, 'I love plants. I enjoyed my childhood by spending most of the time in fields and gardens. I have a goal. I want to show my son a mango garden before he is done with his schooling'&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know I ran a little off topic, but heres what I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;I hope atleast some of you know about facebook (a social networking website) and the games (such as farmville, mafia wars) which are popular on it.&lt;br /&gt;Again, for those of you who don't know, farmville is about maintaining an online farm which includes activities like cultivating crops, growing trees, maintaing poultry etc&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people playing this game to such extent that they force their friends to start playing the game (or atleast create an account in it) and add them as friends, so that they can use extra benefits in the game and get to the next level more swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;And some play games like punching/slapping someone, doing pull ups/push ups etc.&lt;br /&gt;One day I literally started rolling on the floor laughing my guts out when I saw my roommate doing the following stunt -&lt;br /&gt;He was lying down on the bed comfortably and staring at the laptop's monitor playing a game which looked like a running race in Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you got my point.&lt;br /&gt;These games avert many people from their regular hobbies, physical exercises or any other productive activities which benefit their physical and mental health.&lt;br /&gt;How many of you stopped or reduced activities such as  - playing your guitar/violin; going on evening walks; enjoying the fresh air outdoors; games like football, badminton etc; drawing/sketching; gardening; photography; after getting a PC/laptop or an internet connection? And how many of you got bored of getting bored?&lt;br /&gt;The weight you put on after reducing outdoor activity takes on your nerves every time you take a look at yourself. Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Your PC, fan/AC, internet server etc all run on power. Shutting them down for sometime wont hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure getting back to old hobbies in this short while makes you much more happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7305604648104099039?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7305604648104099039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/heights-of-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7305604648104099039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7305604648104099039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/heights-of-revolution.html' title='Heights of Revolution'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2371478572525566122</id><published>2010-01-25T14:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:28:05.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hapless Hope</title><content type='html'>I know that you are there&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are listening&lt;br /&gt;you are aware that I am thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so harsh to me?&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are watching my every action&lt;br /&gt;But still why this indifference?&lt;br /&gt;I sent you so many messages. My sincere thanks, deepest apologies...what not?&lt;br /&gt;You receive each and every one of those.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you don't respond&lt;br /&gt;What all did I ask you?&lt;br /&gt;Just one favour!&lt;br /&gt;And you still ignore it as if you want me to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Is that your test for my patience?&lt;br /&gt;You know how much it hurts to wait. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am pestering you too much of late&lt;br /&gt;But what to do? I am just any other guy&lt;br /&gt;You seem to enjoy watching this hapless being&lt;br /&gt;And yet you are invaluable and get high attention&lt;br /&gt;Hope is the only thing that fetches you the respect&lt;br /&gt;No wonder so many are afraid of you!&lt;br /&gt;And very few like you from the bottom of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes you so popular?&lt;br /&gt;Fear? Love? Or the deadly combination of both?&lt;br /&gt;Probably this combination makes you unique!&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that's why you are called GOD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2371478572525566122?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2371478572525566122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/hapless-hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2371478572525566122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2371478572525566122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/hapless-hope.html' title='Hapless Hope'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2440955807115259752</id><published>2010-01-20T22:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:00:07.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Uprooted</title><content type='html'>The seed of love came flying to me and landed on my heart&lt;br /&gt;It grew rapidly as a big tree spreading joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, it was forced out...&lt;br /&gt;My life couldn't resist the very thought ...&lt;br /&gt;My heart was appalled&lt;br /&gt;With much effort, the tree was rooted out&lt;br /&gt;Only then I saw..&lt;br /&gt;that the roots got penetrated deep into the heart...co-existing peacefully until then&lt;br /&gt;But the moment it was taken out, the heart looked deserted&lt;br /&gt;It seemed sad and wailing&lt;br /&gt;The tears of blood came out from all the pores made by the roots&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered... 'Will it ever stop wailing? Will it ever heal?'&lt;br /&gt;Only time can answer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2440955807115259752?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2440955807115259752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/uprooted.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2440955807115259752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2440955807115259752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/uprooted.html' title='Uprooted'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-750538118873379235</id><published>2010-01-10T17:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:50:00.137+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Sketch - 2</title><content type='html'>Another sunday... another sketch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S0nFfdt-lsI/AAAAAAAAERA/9_h3nJe58p0/s1600-h/DSC07912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S0nFfdt-lsI/AAAAAAAAERA/9_h3nJe58p0/s320/DSC07912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425084370488563394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little distorted. But, a rose is a rose :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this on 10/1/10 (Huh? The date is so cool :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-750538118873379235?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/750538118873379235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/sketch-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/750538118873379235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/750538118873379235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/sketch-2.html' title='Sketch - 2'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S0nFfdt-lsI/AAAAAAAAERA/9_h3nJe58p0/s72-c/DSC07912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3296338163336335984</id><published>2010-01-06T23:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:51:06.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Sketch</title><content type='html'>New year, new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I got back to drawing :)&lt;br /&gt;Held the pencil on a plain paper after years and I think the results aren't that bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S0TOPGQwJ7I/AAAAAAAAEPs/fv0Y6xeopug/s1600-h/DSC07907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S0TOPGQwJ7I/AAAAAAAAEPs/fv0Y6xeopug/s320/DSC07907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423686610035156914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3296338163336335984?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3296338163336335984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/sketch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3296338163336335984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3296338163336335984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2010/01/sketch.html' title='Sketch'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/S0TOPGQwJ7I/AAAAAAAAEPs/fv0Y6xeopug/s72-c/DSC07907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8354146012978368057</id><published>2009-12-19T14:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:54:23.902+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>French Toast :D</title><content type='html'>Today we decided to cook the breakfast. We brought everything thats needed to prepare French Toast.&lt;br /&gt;It came out really well and tasted actually like French toast :P&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it tasted awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the days I used to eat the ones prepared by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I wondered which ones would taste more delicious. The ones cooked by me or mom?&lt;br /&gt;Of course the ones made my mom!!&lt;br /&gt;The answer, in my opinion, lies not in the recipe. Nor in the process.&lt;br /&gt;But the person who cooks for you. With how much love the food is prepared :)&lt;br /&gt;If the person who cooks for you loves you more than yourself, then the food tastes like heaven!&lt;br /&gt;So, all the cuisines made by mom are unbeatable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8354146012978368057?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8354146012978368057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/12/french-toast-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8354146012978368057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8354146012978368057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/12/french-toast-d.html' title='French Toast :D'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6475119691650239756</id><published>2009-11-13T08:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:55:04.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Reason...</title><content type='html'>Faded out as a bygone memory&lt;br /&gt;or remnant as an eminent mystery,&lt;br /&gt;you are always the reason...&lt;br /&gt;who made me realise...&lt;br /&gt;that tears are precious and never to be wasted&lt;br /&gt;but instead be used for nurturing the seed of new hope...&lt;br /&gt;which proliferates into a big tree of new life some day&lt;br /&gt;and thats &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the reason&lt;/span&gt; why,&lt;br /&gt;when you look into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;you would perceive a forest of joy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silence...&lt;br /&gt;brought by tears....&lt;br /&gt;would finally be broken&lt;br /&gt;with the gleam of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm a tinker to play around with...&lt;br /&gt;but a stalking horse who would conceal the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how much blood flows,&lt;br /&gt;the walls of my heart shall still sport thy name...&lt;br /&gt;engraved deeply to touch the soul within...&lt;br /&gt;and richly with my life to live in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6475119691650239756?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6475119691650239756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/11/reason.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6475119691650239756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6475119691650239756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/11/reason.html' title='The Reason...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3990273300497371085</id><published>2009-10-16T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:26:42.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>Pathetic....the costliest bollywood flick is gonna be the worst flops around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story line is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Some stunts were a direct pick from the movie Torque&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go into details...but here are a few advices (read warnings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Akshay to Sanjay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do u know the color of ocean? Do u think its white? blue? no! Its red!! The color of blood...it took the blood of many voyagers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true indeed!! It took all the movie watchers blood&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, we thought that Balayya would say 'How come these ppl make movies like this? they should have learnt atleast something from MY movies' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still wanna watch the movie with someone, just tell him 'Padhara pichekkistha!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder someone was beating up the person next to him saying 'nannenduku ra ee cinema ki teeskochaav?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I would say -&lt;br /&gt;Dont go to 'BLUE' film :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3990273300497371085?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3990273300497371085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/10/blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3990273300497371085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3990273300497371085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/10/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-9024245758278690810</id><published>2009-08-12T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:31:04.789+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Insolent Fate</title><content type='html'>I'm just crooning...&lt;br /&gt;all the songs I wrote&lt;br /&gt;The time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;since the day I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed I am&lt;br /&gt;to have met you soon&lt;br /&gt;Cursed upon&lt;br /&gt;by the fate again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just crooning...&lt;br /&gt;all the songs I wrote&lt;br /&gt;The time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;since the day I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart danced&lt;br /&gt;danced wildly in joy&lt;br /&gt;when you glanced&lt;br /&gt;glanced with that innocent look&lt;br /&gt;as your lips went wide&lt;br /&gt;I covered my face with my book&lt;br /&gt;as I donno where to hide&lt;br /&gt;The day was thrilling&lt;br /&gt;when you were smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just crooning...&lt;br /&gt;all the songs I wrote&lt;br /&gt;The time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;since the day I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed I am&lt;br /&gt;to have met you soon&lt;br /&gt;Cursed upon&lt;br /&gt;by the fate again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just crooning...&lt;br /&gt;all the songs I wrote&lt;br /&gt;The time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;since the day I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze was soothing&lt;br /&gt;and the sky was fading&lt;br /&gt;and I had something..&lt;br /&gt;something to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;but you fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;deep asleep in my lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul... you set a fray&lt;br /&gt;between my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't console myself anyway&lt;br /&gt;for I know..that love...is blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came all the way&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the same thing&lt;br /&gt;but you were the same way&lt;br /&gt;fooling around in joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....&lt;br /&gt;fate is laughing...&lt;br /&gt;insolent fate is laughing&lt;br /&gt;when you are leaving..&lt;br /&gt;leaving forever from here&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crying...&lt;br /&gt;as its hard to recover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here...&lt;br /&gt;in front of you&lt;br /&gt;to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;but all I can do is&lt;br /&gt;just wail...&lt;br /&gt;wail at your sight&lt;br /&gt;and your every thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just crooning...&lt;br /&gt;all the songs I wrote&lt;br /&gt;The time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;since the day I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed I am&lt;br /&gt;to have met you soon&lt;br /&gt;Cursed upon&lt;br /&gt;by the fate again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just crooning...&lt;br /&gt;all the songs I wrote&lt;br /&gt;The time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;since the day I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you,&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing about you...&lt;br /&gt;my Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-9024245758278690810?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/9024245758278690810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/08/insolent-fate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/9024245758278690810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/9024245758278690810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/08/insolent-fate.html' title='Insolent Fate'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1261099540543718754</id><published>2009-06-29T19:36:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:43:56.962+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><title type='text'>Go Go Goa</title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good night sleep and woke up at around 8 AM. Thanks to the previous day's bike ride,  I woke up with body pains for being the sole rider of Karizma. We had coffee and Puri for breakfast.  We planned to cover all the major beaches and forts on the present day. We started off at around 12:00 noon for covering Aguada fort first. But Satya spotted a battle ship's name on one of the sign boards and we all went up a hill, only to know that the ship is situated some where else and ofcourse that we would not be allowed in the vicinity. From there we headed for Aguada fort. On the way, we stopped by the road side to enjoy the beauty of nature. We captured some snaps of the splendid view and then went to the fort. We had some photo sessions and recorded a few videos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknUuvoKMMI/AAAAAAAAD34/jMl0gwNLzz8/s1600-h/DSC01945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknUuvoKMMI/AAAAAAAAD34/jMl0gwNLzz8/s320/DSC01945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353043531630522562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jail located below the fort touching the coast attracted our eyes. There was an old light house located in the fort but it seemed abandoned. Another newly built light house stood next to the fort. After coming out we had some lemon soda. I was temped to buy a Goa T-shirt but resisted as I was told that the beaches coming forth would be good for shopping. From there we headed for Candolim beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached there, it started drizzling. There was an old ship standing very near to the beach. Standing only meters away, it gave us a picture as to how deep the water will be. So we decided not to go into the waters. Took a few snaps and we decided to have lunch in the restaurant 'Sunny Side Up' located there on the beach. Gautham and I decided to have some Spicy gravy with chicken with some butter nans, but got deceived as the gravy turned out to be some red soup. I really had a tough time eating the 2 butter nans and had to order butter chicken to finish my meal. From there, we headed to Calangute beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, this beach was filled with tourists as compared to the previous one with only a few tourists. This one is barely 2 KMs away from the previous beach and there were many shops located near the beach. We spent some time on the beach and did some shopping and started off for the next beach - Baga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknVsEil10I/AAAAAAAAD4A/1lXapcASnsE/s1600-h/DSC02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknVsEil10I/AAAAAAAAD4A/1lXapcASnsE/s320/DSC02014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353044585216333634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, my lower back started paining more due to the previous days long ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily the beaches are'nt far from each other. So in less than half an hour, we reached Baga beach.A canal joins the sea at this beach. We took some snaps of fishermen throwing the net into the water. After taking a few videos, we went to Anjuna beach. There we had some Soda and corn and headed down to the beach. We had to descend many steps as the beach is down at the foot of a hill..but spent very less time there as it was rocky. We went up, thinking that the steps seemed to count more while ascending than descending :P&lt;/div&gt;Our next and last beach is Vagator beach. This was also down the hill. We spent very less time here as we thought of watching the sunset from the famous Chapora fort (Thanks to Dil Chahta Hai movie for showing it beautifully). The fort was visible from this beach. Gautham and Pavan (riding the Avenger) went to the actual beach while Satya and I came to a restaurant thinking that its the actual beach. Without wasting anymore time, we paced to the final destination for the day -&gt; Chapora Fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknWEe4y47I/AAAAAAAAD4I/A4jo86dEts4/s1600-h/DSC02034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknWEe4y47I/AAAAAAAAD4I/A4jo86dEts4/s320/DSC02034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353045004605645746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even while heading for the fort, Satya and I lost track and had to come back. Thanks to the mobile phone operators, we had some signal enough to call them and find the way. In no time we reached there and parked the bikes in front of the gate. The fort looked very good from there and we were almost drained by that time. We climbed up the hill on foot and reached the fort and got bowled by the beauty nature got in store for us!! We could see the Sea on three sides and a river joining the sea. The beach we just visited was also visible. The view from the fort is just awesome!! We started capturing the beauty. I took the handycam and started running here and there trying to capture as much as I can in short span with my narration. Only after I'm done had I realized that the 'stop' button got pressed long back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pavan and Satya had a good laugh and I started capturing the video again...puffing and panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknXtqwWhiI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/YI_TrkZBl_U/s1600-h/DSC02061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknXtqwWhiI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/YI_TrkZBl_U/s320/DSC02061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353046811677722146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we are done, we descended the hill on the other end to have a good view of sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Had a real good time there cracking jokes and taking stupid snaps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknXuCkjL5I/AAAAAAAAD4g/5Lqz1p9CRPk/s1600-h/DSC02104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknXuCkjL5I/AAAAAAAAD4g/5Lqz1p9CRPk/s320/DSC02104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353046818070671250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknXuZOqVPI/AAAAAAAAD4w/1AHWG4tMn1E/s1600-h/DSC02119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknXuZOqVPI/AAAAAAAAD4w/1AHWG4tMn1E/s320/DSC02119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353046824152880370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost dusk when we started back to our hotel room. Before that we spotted a paraglider too. Alas!! We missed that one in the trip. As soon as we descended, I rushed to the shop on the road side to quench my thirst. We took some soft drinks and headed back. This time we drove slowly and stopped at regular intervals to make sure both the bikes are safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hotel and had dinner there itself and dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for the third day!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We - Pavan, Satish, Gautham, Satya Mahesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places Visited on Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Aguada fort, Candolim beach, Calangute beach, Anjuna beach, Vagator beach, Chapora fort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1261099540543718754?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1261099540543718754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/go-go-goa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1261099540543718754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1261099540543718754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/go-go-goa.html' title='Go Go Goa'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SknUuvoKMMI/AAAAAAAAD34/jMl0gwNLzz8/s72-c/DSC01945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7896025905052863473</id><published>2009-06-15T22:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:09:39.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Maro Maaru...</title><content type='html'>sparsa tho kandhipoye sampadha....&lt;br /&gt;nee letha chekkillu !!&lt;br /&gt;vaasthavaniki thalampuki theda theliyadhe....&lt;br /&gt;nee sogasu naa kanulaku pettee giliginthalu !!&lt;br /&gt;nee vaalu kanulu...&lt;br /&gt;neeli varnaanike vanne thechaayi !!&lt;br /&gt;brathuku oka saapam baanisaki...&lt;br /&gt;anukuntini nenu&lt;br /&gt;kaani aa baanisa naa manase...&lt;br /&gt;nee rupanike aithe...&lt;br /&gt;jeevithame o yogam!!&lt;br /&gt;maru janmakie padenu aaraatam!!&lt;br /&gt;kaalam aagiipothe baagundu...&lt;br /&gt;ninu chusthundipovachu!!&lt;br /&gt;naa manasu thella kaagithamaindhi...&lt;br /&gt;nee chitram geesenduku!!&lt;br /&gt;nee peru naa uupiri lo...&lt;br /&gt;alipiri konda la perukupoyindi!!&lt;br /&gt;kavitha, athiseyokthi, kalagalisi enduku untayo...&lt;br /&gt;ardham ayyedi kaadu naaku...&lt;br /&gt;ninnu chusentha varaku!!&lt;br /&gt;ninu chudagane praasa thannukochindi...&lt;br /&gt;madi uppena la uvvethuna egisindi...&lt;br /&gt;ippativaraku jeevinche unnana anipinchindi...&lt;br /&gt;premani pichi tho enduku polustharo thelisindi!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maro maaru taarasapadithe nuvvu..&lt;br /&gt;sthambinchipoye gunde kuda spandisthundi!!&lt;br /&gt;inko kshanam kottukuntundi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7896025905052863473?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7896025905052863473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/maro-maaru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7896025905052863473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7896025905052863473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/maro-maaru.html' title='Maro Maaru...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6685773155517882655</id><published>2009-06-13T21:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:01:08.928+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Just not my DAY :( x-(</title><content type='html'>A series of unfortunate events today are still playing with my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To expand the story, I was on my way from Guntur to Hyderabad at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours or so, traffic jam interrupted and delayed the journey for a couple of hours..which I thought I would utilize for a nap after reaching Hyd.&lt;br /&gt;Before going to office, I could not find my hands free and searched the rack thoroughly and finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;In office, we suddenly planned for a movie at 5 PM. And I planned for another movie at 8 PM at the same place with college friends...and that I would book the tickets for the same.&lt;br /&gt;Now at 3 PM, from nowhere, two seniors appear and say that we got a knowledge sharing session scheduled from 3-4 and somehow we dint get the intimation. We attend the session and come out at 4:15 PM. We started off as soon as possible and reach the theatre just on time.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the movie, one of my senior calls...and says that he was not at all happy that I ignored one of my tasks and moreover dint intimate him about the same. That left me half upset.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, one of my friends call up to ask about the tickets for the 8 PM show. I tell him that I dint book and asked if he could book online. To this he got angry and cut the call. That left me fully upset.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is not so good. In fact, its not worth watching in theatre.&lt;br /&gt;And while about to leave the theatre, I somehow checked my pockets and noticed that my mobile was missing. But luckily found it at the seat.&lt;br /&gt;And after we went back to office, I noticed that my Office ID is missing :( (I pulled it out along with wallet and food coupons at the parking lot and put it back)&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the parking lot but could not find it.&lt;br /&gt;Left with nothing but a frown on my face, I headed back thinking 'This is just not my DAY' :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6685773155517882655?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6685773155517882655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/just-not-my-day-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6685773155517882655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6685773155517882655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/just-not-my-day-x.html' title='Just not my DAY :( x-('/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4574295217390224784</id><published>2009-06-08T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:04:19.345+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Story - part 3</title><content type='html'>She reached a park where her friend was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;That girl seemed very upset and tensed. Lets refer That Girl as TG.&lt;br /&gt;'I never thought I would fall in love', TG said.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly became very curious and started listening more carefully&lt;br /&gt;'I thought I had full control of my life...I told my mom firmly that I had my plans. That I would complete my studies with good grades and settle with a good job.&lt;br /&gt;And now after I came here...'  TG was telling her love story.&lt;br /&gt;TG was almost crying and somehow she spotted me.&lt;br /&gt;'That ones still with you?' TG asked pointing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, ofcourse!! Why do you ask?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing. anyways, when shall we go to the Registrar office'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We dont have much time. Lets leave now itself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we started off then itself. That guy whos gonna marry TG seems to be waiting at the office.&lt;br /&gt;But on our way, TG was spotted by some goons hired by her father as he was not happy with this love marriage thing.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to stop the goons in order to let TG reach the office on time.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, she grabbed her spray and purged all over their faces.&lt;br /&gt;One of them blindly grabbed me.&lt;br /&gt;She let go of me and left in a hurry to escort TG on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, the goons were furious. They searched me and threw me on the road and stomped on me. After that they too left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I lay on the ground....all dirty...weary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day I asked God...'why did you make me a hand bag?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4574295217390224784?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4574295217390224784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/story-part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4574295217390224784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4574295217390224784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/story-part-3.html' title='Story - part 3'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8178699396491083926</id><published>2009-06-02T20:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:43:50.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Story - part 2</title><content type='html'>I was with her for about 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;She somehow started to grow tired of me.&lt;br /&gt;The care she showed for me is no longer from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;She no longer took me along while going out.&lt;br /&gt;My heart grew heavier. I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I knew what was on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;My altered ego could no longer stand her ignorance and became desperate to know about her behaviour.&lt;div&gt;And when things are getting miserable for me,&lt;br /&gt;One day ...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She came out of the house from the back door. I donno why.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She jumped over the wall and started racing at a dashing pace.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;All the way, she was telling 'hope no one noticed'&lt;/div&gt; I was shocked, surprised....&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8178699396491083926?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8178699396491083926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/story-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8178699396491083926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8178699396491083926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/story-part-2.html' title='Story - part 2'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5949435724182549491</id><published>2009-06-01T22:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:18:40.104+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Story - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;She first saw me at an apparel shop...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and apparently fell in love with me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;but instead, she hid her feelings...looked all around..and eventually...came to me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Took me into her hands.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And then started my love story.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;wherever she went, be it marriages, parties or any functions, she took me along.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I felt so happy...so joyous&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She used to hand me all her valuables and asked to hold until she needed them.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Its like all I have is what all she gave me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She used to dance in rain with me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;oh boy!! what a wonderful experience that was.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I always wanted to speak out to her...but....I couldn't...I just donno why...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She used to feel secure and confident when my hands are on her shoulders.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PS: Wrote this on 21 May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5949435724182549491?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5949435724182549491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/story-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5949435724182549491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5949435724182549491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/06/story-part-1.html' title='Story - part 1'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-606556506077295034</id><published>2009-04-22T18:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:09:41.928+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>oka paata</title><content type='html'>konte gaali la gilli poku&lt;br /&gt;kanupaapa lo kalaviapo...&lt;br /&gt;merupula vachi maayamaipoku&lt;br /&gt;madiloothulo koluvundipo...&lt;br /&gt;manchubinduvu la vachi karigipoku&lt;br /&gt;maimarapu loki nanu teesukupo...&lt;br /&gt;kunuku paatu lo kanumarugaipoku&lt;br /&gt;chirunavvula chirakaalam undipo...&lt;br /&gt;cheekatilo jaabili laa&lt;br /&gt;nuvu veligipo...&lt;br /&gt;selayetilo ala laa&lt;br /&gt;nanu thaakipo...&lt;br /&gt;ne rase prathi pata lo undipo...&lt;br /&gt;na prati aksharam lo imidipo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muripinche gatham la nanu allukupo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-606556506077295034?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/606556506077295034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/04/oka-paata.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/606556506077295034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/606556506077295034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/04/oka-paata.html' title='oka paata'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6757369469270917595</id><published>2009-04-12T21:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:36:37.298+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Change??</title><content type='html'>There are two meanings for the title of this post. One is the inevitable change one has to face in ones life. The others the small ratio of the root of all evils.&lt;br /&gt;In either aspect, this title is apt.&lt;br /&gt;To start off this miserable story, I got placed in a company in Mumbai because of the kind hearted guy who was the visiting HR to our campus then.&lt;br /&gt;I came here, searched for a flat to live in, paid the brokerage, caution deposit and finally settled here.&lt;br /&gt;Six months down the line, we felt that the flat is too congested and decided to move on to a better flat.&lt;br /&gt;We approach the same broker. That guy, who shows so much goodwill, again asks for brokerage that too without any concession. Might not be a wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of months, the owner and broker had a big fight. Each saying that the other cheated upon them. The owner saying that he was given 7500 while we were charged 8000. The broker saying we are the ones who showed you the flat and how come the owner comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;The owner finally says to pay each months rent directly to him, without approaching the broker and that he no longer needs the broker's service. After a high drama of phone calls, missed calls, conference calls, this ends up peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;This owner wants the money even before the month starts sometimes, just because he comes here a couple of days early. If I forget to deposit the rent on the day he asks, he would just shout over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Now, after almost an year, the license agreement ended. The owner says we would renew without the broker in picture. He gave the new form, we are about to hand the same to him.&lt;br /&gt;And at this point of time, the broker made an entry, wants me to go to his office and give him the renewal brokerage. He says - 'how come you would renew without consulting us?', and that he wants the money right now and that he could even grab the money by force.&lt;br /&gt;The owner says not to give a damn to that broker and to ignore his calls.&lt;br /&gt;The broker again enters, but this time demands the money in a more harsher tone. No matter what I say (that the owner dont want you in the picture), he clings to the same question - 'through whom did u enter into this flat?' and demands his share saying - 'look, you came a long way here to earn money', 'even we dont like any quarrels', 'if u give the money now its good otherwise later you would have to pay double', 'if not here, we would just get our hands on you outside somewhere' etc. When I ask them to talk to the owner, he would say 'how does he come into the picture? its you we are concerned about'. When I again insist to contact the owner, he would just shout some abuses and that he could grab the money by any means. Left with nothing to do, I ask 2 days time to enquire other brokers about these kind of scenarios and he leaves. saying 'I dont want to come here again, you come to the office and talk, and next time if I come here the situation would be pretty bad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after talking to the roommates, we decided to pay off these goons for their kind words and concern. Tomorrow is the day...we are gonna waste some hard earned income on some lazy bum relaxing in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I dont want to change into this kind of a coward...but what to do? wait for those goons(who wants the 'change' no matter what) to break in and destroy some property (read PC and laptop, or even a guitar) without the slightest good will that once I reinstalled windows on his PC without any cost??&lt;br /&gt;GOD...are u listening??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6757369469270917595?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6757369469270917595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6757369469270917595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6757369469270917595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/04/change.html' title='Change??'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7858580017264429293</id><published>2009-04-04T02:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:36:04.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The song of agony</title><content type='html'>You are not a season&lt;br /&gt;that comes and goes....&lt;br /&gt;but the very reason&lt;br /&gt;for which my heart beats....&lt;br /&gt;Every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;doesn't just say i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;but reminds me of you...&lt;br /&gt;the person for whom i live&lt;br /&gt;so when you leave,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel the pain...&lt;br /&gt;the pain of love&lt;br /&gt;the depth of my memory&lt;br /&gt;refuses to let go ur glory&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts peep in&lt;br /&gt;and keep me from sleepin&lt;br /&gt;i know its a sin&lt;br /&gt;to expect somethin&lt;br /&gt;though i persist&lt;br /&gt;my heart resists&lt;br /&gt;Its irony....&lt;br /&gt;even for a sculptor&lt;br /&gt;its difficult to make a sculpture&lt;br /&gt;but even a layman&lt;br /&gt;can just as easily rupture&lt;br /&gt;for me...&lt;br /&gt;it was easy to imprint your idol&lt;br /&gt;in the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;but to destroy it forever and completely&lt;br /&gt;my very life wont be gud enuf ultimately&lt;br /&gt;my mind&lt;br /&gt;seemingly superb&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly stupid&lt;br /&gt; says its no use&lt;br /&gt;to cling to the moments&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse&lt;br /&gt;to change my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the hope i have...&lt;br /&gt;the patience in me...&lt;br /&gt;tell me to wait...&lt;br /&gt;and keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;for eons...&lt;br /&gt;for as many lives as it takes&lt;br /&gt;just for u...and ur presence&lt;br /&gt;as it makes the very difference&lt;br /&gt;cos for me...&lt;br /&gt;u r all that matters&lt;br /&gt;so here i am...&lt;br /&gt;waitin in pain&lt;br /&gt;wishing u to come&lt;br /&gt;back to me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7858580017264429293?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7858580017264429293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/04/song-of-agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7858580017264429293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7858580017264429293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/04/song-of-agony.html' title='The song of agony'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7840420463542754311</id><published>2009-03-15T11:43:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:57:21.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Because *I'm that* bored</title><content type='html'>Because *I'm that* bored&lt;br /&gt;(I've been tagged !! episode-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Satish Chandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickname(s):&lt;/span&gt; chandu, satti, sattanna, satti pandu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single or Taken? :&lt;/span&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex:&lt;/span&gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt; September 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood group:&lt;/span&gt; B +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign:&lt;/span&gt; Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings:&lt;/span&gt; a brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair color:&lt;/span&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye color:&lt;/span&gt; Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt; 10/11....Depends on the make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt; An undershirt, blue night pant, a gold ring on my left ring finger, a 'kaasi thadu' on my right-hand wrist and a pair of head phones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt; Mumbai (Navi [new] Mumbai to be precise) as of now. Home towns Guntur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have You Ever:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given anyone a bath? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bungee jumped? : &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken the law? : &lt;/span&gt;yea, many times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made yourself throw-up? :&lt;/span&gt; yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone skinny dipping? : &lt;/span&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been in the opposite sex's bathroom? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eaten a dog biscuit? : &lt;/span&gt;never!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put your tongue on a frozen pole? : &lt;/span&gt;bad question for a guy living in a place like this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken a bone? : &lt;/span&gt;Yeah...bone of a chicken :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;played truth or dare? : &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been in a physical fight? : &lt;/span&gt;Haha...yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been in a police car? :&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been on a plane? :&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been in a hot tub? : &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swam in the ocean? : &lt;/span&gt;No way.....i cant even swim full length in a pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fallen asleep in college? :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cried when someone died? :&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashed someone? : &lt;/span&gt;No (excluding the usage of ';)' emoticon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lied? :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah :) but whats the use...ppl wud knw it right by looking at my face (another lie ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed so hard you fell off your chair? : &lt;/span&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call? : &lt;/span&gt;No..as ppl dont mind to call me any time at night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved e-mails? :&lt;/span&gt; yup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wished you were someone else? : &lt;/span&gt;nope...I love to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wished you were a member of the opposite sex? : &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been rejected? : &lt;/span&gt;hmmm...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nijam cheppamantava abaddam cheppamantava?&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used someone? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been cheated on? :&lt;/span&gt; nope AFAIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done something you regret? : &lt;/span&gt;Yeah...but most of the times that fetched good for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Thing That Comes to Mind:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow: &lt;/span&gt;yellow yellow dirty fellow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue: &lt;/span&gt;blue is cool (my bro's pulsar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy:&lt;/span&gt; the song '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Egire mabbulalona&lt;/span&gt;' (from the movie Happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autumn:&lt;/span&gt; crispy leaves, beautiful shades of sky, empty trees, lonely parks..chilling breeze ...well u knw, I'm into poetry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cow:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tell abt cow) aavu ki naalugu kaallu undunu, rendu kommulu undunu, aavu gaddi thinunu, aavu peda veyunu. (now tell abt aeroplane). aeroplane aakasam lo ki egurtundi. dani kitiki lo ninchi chusthe nela meeda aavu kanipistundi. aavu ki naalugu kaallu undunu..(and on it goes :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken pox?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sore throat? &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold?&lt;/span&gt; Yes...just recovered from it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stitches?&lt;/span&gt; Yea...4 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody nose?&lt;/span&gt; Yea...when my class mate punched right on it...back in 8th std...and sometimes in summer back in school days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex?&lt;/span&gt; lol...is that a disease? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe in love at first sight? : &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I love my mom, dad and bro(not as much as my parents though :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy parks? :&lt;/span&gt; naah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like picnics? : &lt;/span&gt;never been to one till date!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like school? : &lt;/span&gt;totally....still missing school like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate anyone? :&lt;/span&gt; No...In fact...I hated some ppl back when I was a kid...but not anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the last person that called you? : &lt;/span&gt;Harsha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes you laugh the most? : &lt;/span&gt;many...My mom, cousins, family friends, friends..am actually blessed u knw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can make you feel better no matter what? : &lt;/span&gt;I, Me, Myself :D (realised this very recently....to be frank, just after reading this very question :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was the last person you touched? : &lt;/span&gt;Again, I, Me, Myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you hugged? : &lt;/span&gt;Ravi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you yelled at? : &lt;/span&gt;dont remember...its been ages since I yelled at someone actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;told you they loved you? : &lt;/span&gt;Mom undoubtedly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You/Are You:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like yourself? : &lt;/span&gt;hell yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dye your hair? : &lt;/span&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have piercings below the waist? : &lt;/span&gt;eww....yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stolen anything over $50? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like ice cream? : &lt;/span&gt;ofcourse yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavor : &lt;/span&gt;anything from Vanilla to Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like cold coffee?&lt;/span&gt; not quite...got a lot more above this on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoke? &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have beer? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsessive? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsive? : &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depressed? : &lt;/span&gt;No as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suicidal? : &lt;/span&gt;Not in the recent past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized possession: &lt;/span&gt;Got plenty of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing you said? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaha jaarahe ho? Mumbai??&lt;/span&gt; (to Rohit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is beside you? : &lt;/span&gt;a guitar, many dvds, newspapers, pillows, matress, blanket, water bottles, wrist watches, a bag, belt, mobile, its charger, its ear phones, laptop, its charger, a wallet, a cam, its cable, an empty hide and seek biscuit packet, cool drink pet bottles and a lot more...trust me, this room holds a lot of things for its capacity :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing you ate? : &lt;/span&gt;thought of writing "chicken fingers curry, chicken fried rice at a Chinese restaurant" but alas!! I emptied a hide and seek packet just before starting this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you right handed or lefty?&lt;/span&gt; Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite song:&lt;/span&gt; In the End - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst thing that has happened to you this year: &lt;/span&gt;Coming to know that one of my best friends is no longer gonna stay in touch wid me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time started: &lt;/span&gt;11:43:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time finished:&lt;/span&gt; 12:40:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share my boredom, am tagging ppl who r equally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gauthamspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gautham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkraghu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raghu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mohankodali.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mohan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7840420463542754311?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7840420463542754311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/03/because-im-that-bored.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7840420463542754311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7840420463542754311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/03/because-im-that-bored.html' title='Because *I&apos;m that* bored'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1548273149885947156</id><published>2009-03-10T08:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:43:22.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>One pleasant morning....</title><content type='html'>I was to go early to office for some production issue...I was told about it yesterday evening.&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 5 '0 Clock..got ready..left the flat and started checking all the things I usually tend to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Wallet -&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;Mobile -&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;Hanky -&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;ID card -&gt; Double OK (Got 2 of them :P one for me, one for my roomie who left for Holi :D)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I got the DVDs for my friend too...which I was afraid I would forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought "well...thats unusual...Everythings great!!..Hope this doesnt signal a disaster :P Hmm...lets se...I dont think it will be :)"&lt;br /&gt;And thinking that, I stepped a few paces ahead enjoying the peaceful walk in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;My mobile rang. Call from Senior..."Todays operation is cancelled!! No need to come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarghhh...There I thought...Murphy caught me :D&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I went back...relaxed, browsed net, had a chat with few friends, played guitar and then set again to office..&lt;br /&gt;This time I closed the door (one side lock) and realised I forgot my wallet (which contains the keys too).&lt;br /&gt;And then I felt "Haah...now thats normal ;)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1548273149885947156?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1548273149885947156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/03/one-pleasant-morning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1548273149885947156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1548273149885947156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/03/one-pleasant-morning.html' title='One pleasant morning....'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5187517510797748126</id><published>2009-02-27T17:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:34:03.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Aayane Unte :P</title><content type='html'>maa pedananna valla abbai ki mariyu babai ki madhya phone lo jarigina sambhashana idi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babai: ye ra...lecturer job vachindi antagaa...mari naaku nee modati nela jeetam isthava?&lt;br /&gt;Abbai: naaku kharchulu unnaayi babai&lt;br /&gt;Babai: em unnayi enti?&lt;br /&gt;Abbai: kontha dabbu pogesi nenu bike kondam anukuntunna&lt;br /&gt;Babai: mee nanna bandi teeskellachu ga?&lt;br /&gt;Abbai: mari nanna ki?&lt;br /&gt;Babai: kothadi konukkuntadu.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Abbai: aayane unte tella cheera enduku? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5187517510797748126?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5187517510797748126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/aayane-unte-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5187517510797748126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5187517510797748126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/aayane-unte-p.html' title='Aayane Unte :P'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1964182433920719082</id><published>2009-02-21T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:57.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>nee kosam...</title><content type='html'>nee chirunavvu ni thalachukuni&lt;br /&gt;enni marichaano&lt;br /&gt;maimarachipoyano&lt;br /&gt;nee gnaapakala valayam lo chikkukuni&lt;br /&gt;enni edaarulu daataano...&lt;br /&gt;enni sandraalu eedaano...&lt;br /&gt;eppatiki ninnu cheredano teliyaka&lt;br /&gt; tharagani duuranni daataleka&lt;br /&gt;chandruni kosam chukkalaa&lt;br /&gt;vaana kosam vanamlaa&lt;br /&gt;kanipettukuni unnanu nenu&lt;br /&gt;nee pilupu kosam&lt;br /&gt;neekie vechina chupulaku&lt;br /&gt;kaluguna moksham?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1964182433920719082?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1964182433920719082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/nee-kosam.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1964182433920719082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1964182433920719082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/nee-kosam.html' title='nee kosam...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8219406857624958471</id><published>2009-02-17T17:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:07:18.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Heights!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a missed call. I called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other person&lt;/span&gt; : "is this xxx?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : "sorry wrong no." :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined guitar classes. I asked my friend to join along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Why dont u join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Friend&lt;/span&gt; : No man. I got a tight schedule. Office, prep blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : There are nice gals too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Friend&lt;/span&gt; : Whats the joining fee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day in my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senior Developer&lt;/span&gt; : You know any proxy settings to open orkut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My TL&lt;/span&gt; : Can gmail be accessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My HOD&lt;/span&gt; : You got a pen drive? In which PCs does it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friends&lt;/span&gt; : You leaving so early? (at 5:00 PM when office time ends 'officially')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My TL&lt;/span&gt; : U got a Pen drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt; : Yes sir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My TL&lt;/span&gt; : Whats the size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt; : 8 GB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My TL&lt;/span&gt; : really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt; : Yes sir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My TL&lt;/span&gt; : ok...can I have it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt; : No sir..I already gave it to my friend :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8219406857624958471?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8219406857624958471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/heights.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8219406857624958471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8219406857624958471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/heights.html' title='Heights!!!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4525577048919002864</id><published>2009-02-17T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:57.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>kala</title><content type='html'>nee raakanu telusukunna konte gaali&lt;br /&gt;malle teega nu gilluthuu veechenu&lt;br /&gt;aa malle teega ooragaa vaali&lt;br /&gt;tana puulanu navvuthu raalchenu&lt;br /&gt;vechani nee paada sparsa tho thulluthuu&lt;br /&gt;aa puulu chivari kshanaanni aasvadinchenu&lt;br /&gt;ninnu thaake surya kiranaalanu chusi&lt;br /&gt;eershapadina megha maala&lt;br /&gt;suryunni addaginchi&lt;br /&gt;kuripinchenu chiru jallu&lt;br /&gt;nee thadi momu chuchi&lt;br /&gt;chinnaboyenu hari villu&lt;br /&gt;idanta chusina nenu&lt;br /&gt;navvuthu nidra lechanu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4525577048919002864?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4525577048919002864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/kala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4525577048919002864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4525577048919002864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/02/kala.html' title='kala'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-9197914044438867597</id><published>2009-01-29T17:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:08:01.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Blogger Vs. Procrastination</title><content type='html'>After postponing for a week, I finally completed reading the article "Procrastinating again? How to kick the habit", which was sent by our college librarian. He sends mails to such an extent that some people comfortably added his name to the "Spam" list :D&lt;br /&gt;These days I cant browse websites so easily. No, the reason is not my TL or HOD or my work (if any) for that matter. The reason is the increased restrictions placed and added security to the internet policy.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite time-pass in office is downloads, be it songs or animation episodes.&lt;br /&gt;But now a days the number of sites from where I can download are reduced.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I thought its high time I blogged and tried logging on to blogger. But I was quite surprised to find it blocked!!&lt;br /&gt;Previously I thought that they would not block the blogger as the CIO of our company also blogs (on blogger). I wonder how they found blogger to be a hindrance or in what way they are trying for a cost-cutting.&lt;br /&gt;But great people never give up you see ;)&lt;br /&gt;I got hold of some proxy bypass sites and finally blogging here...from office :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pidugu paatunu godugu aapajaalunaa?&lt;br /&gt;repati velugu reppa paatulo aaripovuna?&lt;br /&gt;nidraabhangam kalalanu aapagaladaa :P&lt;br /&gt;baddakam oka addugoda kaagaladaa? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-9197914044438867597?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/9197914044438867597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/01/blogger-vs-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/9197914044438867597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/9197914044438867597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/01/blogger-vs-procrastination.html' title='Blogger Vs. Procrastination'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-226769144384849478</id><published>2009-01-19T15:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:33:48.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reluctant to write</title><content type='html'>Reluctant to write, I am&lt;br /&gt;refusing to wait, damn!!&lt;br /&gt;reason that is, to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;relishing the past, I am&lt;br /&gt;reigning the future, thats gonna come&lt;br /&gt;reviving my life, to a new form&lt;br /&gt;reborn, I am&lt;br /&gt;reckoning the fate, here I come :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Now dont ask me what was that...I am back in office ...and I am just bored to do anything :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-226769144384849478?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/226769144384849478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/01/reluctant-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/226769144384849478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/226769144384849478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/01/reluctant-to-write.html' title='Reluctant to write'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-631547604265844739</id><published>2009-01-02T17:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:57.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>muudu maatalu...</title><content type='html'>ayipoyindi...&lt;br /&gt;malli ayipoyindi....&lt;br /&gt;gnaapakaala valayam lo maro edu gadichipoyindi&lt;br /&gt;kaalamanedi gaalulaku kadalaadani modula...&lt;br /&gt;kerataavesaaniki addu nilichina raathi theeram laa..&lt;br /&gt;gathaanni, gatha gurthulani..&lt;br /&gt;cherapaleka, maruvaleka&lt;br /&gt;gundenu puramaayinchadaaniki prayatnisthu&lt;br /&gt;velithini purinchiataaniki vethukulaaduthu&lt;br /&gt;ventapadu gnaapakaalanu tharimi koduthu&lt;br /&gt;venudirigi chudadhalachina manasuni vaaristhu&lt;br /&gt;uppena la vasthunna vaakpravaahaanni diga minguthu..&lt;br /&gt;muudu maatalu bayataku vachaayi....&lt;br /&gt;pegalani gonthunu dhvanimpajesthu&lt;br /&gt;alumukunna mounani chedisthu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nuthana samvatsara subhakankshalu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-631547604265844739?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/631547604265844739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/01/muudu-maatalu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/631547604265844739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/631547604265844739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2009/01/muudu-maatalu.html' title='muudu maatalu...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5322343664575852169</id><published>2008-12-23T12:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:01:56.612+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hand Shake</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why some people have this obsession of shaking hands every time they meet me. May It be  once a week or ten times a day...they never forget to shake hands. The worse part is when I just wash my hands and they are still wet, these people come into the picture....and I try not to shake hands....u know...its a very miserable situation. But of late, My comp came to my rescue. You may be wondering why...&lt;br /&gt;Today one such shake-hand-obsessed guy passed my desk. Since both my hands are busy typing, I thought this is it...I am saved. But alas...he put his hand on my shoulder. And you know what? He retreated his hand the very second!!&lt;br /&gt;The thing is the accumulated static charge found its way out :P&lt;br /&gt;Though I too felt the static, its good that I avoided the hand-shake :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5322343664575852169?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5322343664575852169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/hand-shake.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5322343664575852169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5322343664575852169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/hand-shake.html' title='Hand Shake'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6107189598862993108</id><published>2008-12-20T13:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:46:28.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>silence...</title><content type='html'>sometimes the best felt thing in this world....&lt;br /&gt;when u see the dear ones after a long time....&lt;br /&gt;when u see the rise of victory after awaiting it in distant shadows...&lt;br /&gt;when u fall in first love&lt;br /&gt;when u get back to memories after a hectic routine&lt;br /&gt;when u celebrate the best moments with a "silent scream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, the worst thing too...&lt;br /&gt;when u miss the dear ones&lt;br /&gt;when u fail miserably and feel the pain of it&lt;br /&gt;when u sit alone...thinking of the good times&lt;br /&gt;when u have no one else to share urself&lt;br /&gt;when u get bored...listening to the "deafening silence"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6107189598862993108?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6107189598862993108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6107189598862993108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6107189598862993108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/silence.html' title='silence...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-774395991823766633</id><published>2008-12-19T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:57.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Thavika :))</title><content type='html'>paakuthondi samayam&lt;br /&gt;saaguthondi gamyam&lt;br /&gt;pani leni jeevitham&lt;br /&gt;sahinchaledu deham&lt;br /&gt;kaaryaalayam lo kavithalu raasthu&lt;br /&gt;praasa koraku prayaasa paduthu&lt;br /&gt;anthu leni gaganaaniki&lt;br /&gt;ardham leni nichhenalu vesthu&lt;br /&gt;bhadratha leni bhavishyathhuki&lt;br /&gt;aasara leni medalu kaduthu..&lt;br /&gt;kaalaanni kalalatho nimputhu&lt;br /&gt;velithinela puurinchaalo aalochisthu&lt;br /&gt;kavithaki pettaanu naamam&lt;br /&gt;chadivinanduku pranaamam :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-774395991823766633?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/774395991823766633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/thavika.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/774395991823766633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/774395991823766633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/thavika.html' title='Thavika :))'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6977637425541475624</id><published>2008-12-13T11:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:55:48.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt at making cartoon strips.&lt;br /&gt;I know this ones pathetic...but still...this made it here as it is the very first one :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I grabbed a pen and paper to kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;This is the output:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SUYwjXuRH-I/AAAAAAAACZw/JhiMU0kWHqI/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SUYwjXuRH-I/AAAAAAAACZw/JhiMU0kWHqI/s400/DSC04784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279960997360115682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6977637425541475624?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6977637425541475624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/first-attempt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6977637425541475624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6977637425541475624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/12/first-attempt.html' title='First Attempt'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SUYwjXuRH-I/AAAAAAAACZw/JhiMU0kWHqI/s72-c/DSC04784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1989182897146713293</id><published>2008-11-21T16:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:35:46.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>I heard many songs&lt;br /&gt;Some, I hear according to my mood&lt;br /&gt;Some I like right away&lt;br /&gt;Some I like after repeatedly encountering them&lt;br /&gt;some are inspiring and some are energetic&lt;br /&gt;Some are fast and some are slow&lt;br /&gt;Some are meaningful and some are thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But a few of them, I remember forever&lt;br /&gt;They change my mood no matter how it was&lt;br /&gt;They make it into my heart in no time&lt;br /&gt;No matter when I hear them, I feel elated&lt;br /&gt;They are the best ones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Now, replace hear with meet, songs with friends and see the magic!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1989182897146713293?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1989182897146713293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/11/songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1989182897146713293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1989182897146713293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/11/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8182131141549583761</id><published>2008-11-11T17:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:21.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><title type='text'>Yaadein</title><content type='html'>=================&lt;br /&gt;jab kalpanayein roop leti hain&lt;br /&gt;teri soorat nigaahon me jhoom leti hai&lt;br /&gt;agar khwaahishen bol sakti&lt;br /&gt;to tumhara hi naam leti&lt;br /&gt;aankhein na dekh sakti sapne tumhare bin&lt;br /&gt;lab na bol sakte tumko pukare bin&lt;br /&gt;sunahri roshni bhari diwali jaise&lt;br /&gt;machalthi leheron si nadi ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;hamesha noor barsati pari jaise&lt;br /&gt;rahegi tu aankhon me roshni ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;rahegi tu yaadom me ek sadi ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by USB :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and USB -&gt; Umar, Satish, Brijesh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8182131141549583761?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8182131141549583761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/11/yaaden.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8182131141549583761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8182131141549583761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/11/yaaden.html' title='Yaadein'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7603406800788323336</id><published>2008-11-03T14:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:01:56.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Dead"ly Dream :P</title><content type='html'>One day, he was dreaming....(lol....its called a day dream :P). He was dreaming about his aim. His forgetfulness caught right in the middle and he started thinking (err....whats my aim??). As if someone said out loud, he heard from his heart (abey oooo.....ur aim is to reach high....higher....to fly high!!).  "Thats right!!" he thought. He has many unkept promises, many unfulfilled dreams (:o what the hell? unfulfilled dreams in a dream? Is this really a dream??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned him to let go of his thoughts. But despite my warning, he set out to fly high and this is what that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SQ7EtnElyhI/AAAAAAAACAI/FKYuGyr45iQ/s1600-h/headjet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SQ7EtnElyhI/AAAAAAAACAI/FKYuGyr45iQ/s320/headjet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264361302304082450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wrote the first para long back. Today I came across that saved file :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7603406800788323336?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7603406800788323336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/11/deadly-dream-p.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7603406800788323336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7603406800788323336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/11/deadly-dream-p.html' title='&quot;Dead&quot;ly Dream :P'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EI4wIzCJafQ/SQ7EtnElyhI/AAAAAAAACAI/FKYuGyr45iQ/s72-c/headjet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8166019974369116037</id><published>2008-10-21T16:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:57.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Naa Teepi Gnaapakam - 2</title><content type='html'>====================&lt;br /&gt;Uuhalaku Uupiri posthe&lt;br /&gt;vachenu nee sundara rupam&lt;br /&gt;Uusulaku maatalu vasthe&lt;br /&gt;palukunu nee madhura naamam&lt;br /&gt;Nuvvu leni kalanu kanalevu naa kanulu&lt;br /&gt;Nee peru piluvakunte muugabovunu naa pedavulu&lt;br /&gt;pasidi velugula deepavali la&lt;br /&gt;paala nurugutho ponge kadali la&lt;br /&gt;kala kaalam kaanthuleene devatha la&lt;br /&gt;undali nuvvu naa chinna kavitha la&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;undali nuvvu naa theepi gnaapakam la&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8166019974369116037?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8166019974369116037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/10/naa-teepi-gnaapakam-2.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8166019974369116037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8166019974369116037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/10/naa-teepi-gnaapakam-2.html' title='Naa Teepi Gnaapakam - 2'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2179228698426459744</id><published>2008-10-16T12:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:19:35.222+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelors'/><title type='text'>Speechless!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inner voice (IV):&lt;/span&gt; Its been quite a while since you blogged...why don't u ponder on a topic for a new post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm.....me me me me me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; Why do u always think of yourself when asked to blog?? Think of something else man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; huh? ok. then what about writing about 'us'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; Now what do you mean by 'us'? Don't tell me that you are again going to write about you and your inner voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; haha ....no no. I meant we...the bachelors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; Big deal...whats there to mull over bachelors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; See...you are also considering them to be a wretched subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; I tell you what...you are 0 % creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Now why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; You are again gonna narrate your woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Come on...one hardly needs to be creative to portray facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; Haha...you make me laugh. Whos gonna give a damn to these good for nothing facts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Thats what you think. Even many others look down on bachelors as if they are insects. And thats why I wanna share some stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; mmmm...ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes wonder if people (married ones) had ever undergone any hardships in their bachelor life. Or did they do all sorts of nuisance and hubbub when they were bachelors? Or they ended up leading a miserable life and cant take it when someone in the neighborhood is enjoying to the fullest? The thing is they deny any bachelors to reside in their neighborhood let alone renting a house to bachelors. Its common to see on the notice boards of societies that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bachelors are STRICTLY not allowed"&lt;/span&gt;!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; Its actually pretty simple. They don't want to take a risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; O please! We pay to the owner on the basis of how many people live in the flat. Do you think he will do the same thing when a family comes to reside? Also, when one of my friends came down and found that I am not at my flat, he asked the watchman if he can put his bag in the watchman cabin and wait outside. And to this, he was asked "Is there a bomb in that bag?" :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; You really are dumb. With so many serial blasts in major cities and newspapers overflowing with the death tolls and all, don't you think one will be worried about an unattended bag or such thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; And what good is it to ask a person, who is coming along with me, to which room he is going? Don't you think its such a waste and only leads to frustration? And its very irritating when the watchman asks you daily morning while going to office - "How many people are staying at your flat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; Again they might be worried as to what are you up to...so many people coming and going...that you are probably making bombs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Now you are sounding much like my society secretary...who always complains to my owner that many people come and go when its actually just 2 or 3 friends visiting occasionally. And what about this? At one of my friends flat, the people saw kids playing with a condom. And all of them are against our friends. And the bloody explanation they give is that the condom appears to be found by the children on the backside of the apartments, probably thrown out of the balcony or window, and that my friends flat could be the one from where it has fallen!! And after a meeting and some arguments, these people finally had to stick to their new rule, i.e., not to bring any girls to the flat. Is'nt it commonsense that its not pleasant when guys go over to the girls' house for project work? And when the girls come down, this is what that happens. My friend was so annoyed....he showed me that days news paper that 70 year old couple still enjoy and we are blamed for a fallen condom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV:&lt;/span&gt; hmmmm....Now I'm speechless!! :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And thats what happens when you get to know the facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2179228698426459744?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2179228698426459744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/10/speechless.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2179228698426459744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2179228698426459744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/10/speechless.html' title='Speechless!!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3696209803435729719</id><published>2008-09-28T23:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:09:15.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>22 years</title><content type='html'>22 years its been!!&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember my childhood...transforming from school days to college days and then to the job phase now.&lt;br /&gt;The hard moments are hard to recall :P&lt;br /&gt;The best ones I will remember for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;But the strange ones are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Just for our batch, the corporate colleges (for +1 and +2) decided to 'fix' the admission fees and remove the flexibilities even for the top students.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; We get to write EAMCET. The pattern changes from our batch&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; During our B-Tech, the sons of our college founder parted.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; When I took along some of my college friends to my dad's college, one of the founders passed away.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; After our B-Tech, we r left wid the tag of 'DA-IICTians' and that tag will soon loose its value.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; From the next year CAT patterns gonna change (heard from friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no conclusions this time ;)&lt;br /&gt;Just celebrating 22 years of being alive :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3696209803435729719?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3696209803435729719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/09/22-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3696209803435729719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3696209803435729719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/09/22-years.html' title='22 years'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5168299133415495104</id><published>2008-09-22T18:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:25:13.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute!! :)</title><content type='html'>Very cute she is&lt;br /&gt;And quite intelligent too....rare combination :))&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;U are the precious person to whom I owe this tribute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the only one who knows everything about me :)&lt;br /&gt;When I lie, she would know it just by looking at my face.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever she went, I used to go along...just to feel her presence.&lt;br /&gt;She inspired me in almost every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;She used to laugh at me when I played funny tunes on my violin.&lt;br /&gt;We used to look at each other and laugh at a joke while watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;We used to play cricket and she always beat me :(&lt;br /&gt;While others praised my poems, she is the only one who would laugh uncontrollably at them.&lt;br /&gt;Just once she wore shirt and jeans on my asking...and ofcourse she looked good in jeans as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things she would ask me (apart from asking to take care of my health in her letters to me) are books and details about them.&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered how anyone could have such zeal towards education.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, she cooks amazingly!!&lt;br /&gt;I felt awkward when she was asked if I was her brother when I went to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;coz I'm her loving son :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pet name is in the first 4 lines....read the first letters of each sentence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5168299133415495104?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5168299133415495104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/09/tribute.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5168299133415495104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5168299133415495104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/09/tribute.html' title='A Tribute!! :)'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8879573187081927388</id><published>2008-08-31T06:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:09:31.204+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was conversing with my friend and she said that she had been to her school. And the day before that, I was narrating my new Telugu poem to my mom. She burst out laughing even before I narrated the first few lines as she expected "My sweet Memory" to be one from my childhood days...probably school.&lt;br /&gt;And now at this  early an hour I am up and blogging....why?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the morning with a dream about my school. So amazing it was...I went to school (in an attire as if I just woke up :P) and met a few friends there in the class room. Ironically enough, some of them already look old... even though I never met them after school. Even some teachers were there at that time (its almost 4 PM). I Woke up with the glare so close from the distant past which made my eyes damp. Now I desperately want to go to school, meet all those wonderful teachers, sit in my bench and attend all my classes and of course play to the fullest in the ground. Alas! When nostalgia strikes, it hits really hard. Nevertheless, memories are those ones which are sweet. Dreams are those to be pursued. I will go to school this time I visit my home town. After all, I am an ardent believer of the saying "Early morning dreams come true!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8879573187081927388?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8879573187081927388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/08/school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8879573187081927388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8879573187081927388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3881720111369557993</id><published>2008-08-29T16:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:06:57.666+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Naa teepi gnaapakam</title><content type='html'>*******&lt;br /&gt;nenennatiki maruvalenidi&lt;br /&gt;nee madhura naamame&lt;br /&gt;ellappudu nechudadhalichedi&lt;br /&gt;nee chiru darahaasame&lt;br /&gt;nee samaksham lo prathi kshanam&lt;br /&gt;maruvanannadi naa hrudayame&lt;br /&gt;naa gunde laya lo padilaparuchukundi nee rupame&lt;br /&gt;nee konte chuupula uubi lo&lt;br /&gt;chikkukunnadi naa praayam&lt;br /&gt;nuvvu leni tarunam&lt;br /&gt;vyardhamavunu kadaa naa praanam&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Got back to writing Telugu poems finally :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3881720111369557993?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3881720111369557993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/08/naa-teepi-gnaapakam.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3881720111369557993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3881720111369557993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/08/naa-teepi-gnaapakam.html' title='Naa teepi gnaapakam'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1528872017095289677</id><published>2008-07-11T18:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:19:30.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The 'real' pain</title><content type='html'>Long time its been&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm in life is no longer seen&lt;br /&gt;we go to office in sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;we work till our blood drain&lt;br /&gt;a drain of young talent by emigration&lt;br /&gt;depriving us of all the imagination&lt;br /&gt;everyones keen&lt;br /&gt;to change the daily routine&lt;br /&gt;eager to win the race in every round&lt;br /&gt;never bother about those who are around&lt;br /&gt;everyones so cold&lt;br /&gt;this my friend, is the corporate world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1528872017095289677?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1528872017095289677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/07/real-pain.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1528872017095289677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1528872017095289677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/07/real-pain.html' title='The &apos;real&apos; pain'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-531937529299908078</id><published>2008-06-15T10:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:38:54.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The call</title><content type='html'>It was in my school days. Once we were all taken to a children movie.&lt;br /&gt;In one scene, the child's dad will be at his desk with some 5 telephones on his desk, and a person comes to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Once that person starts talking, one of the phones start ringing. After that call, the person tries to speak again and another phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, even before this call ends, another phone starts ringing. After waiting for some time, this person gets frustrated and says that he would go out and call in order to talk!!&lt;br /&gt;To this scene, we laughed very much.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the line, this actually started happening. Not with just tens or hundreds of people, but with lakhs of people.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast half of the people we get to see at office, on road, on train or even at toilets for that instance, can be seen talking on mobile.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, this time, the situation is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;You call up the deputy registrar of your college and you are always welcomed by the busy tone.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to his office, knock on his door, get inside and sit infront of him.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, thats the time for you to start the conversation. But the thing is you need to wait till he puts his call on hold and thats going to take hell lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;You go to your uncles place. When he arrives home, he can be seen talking to someone on his mobile. After everyone jumps into the conversation, the mobile rings again and the virtual conversation starts again.&lt;br /&gt;You go to meet the agent through whom you got the flat. And the deputy registrar scene repeats.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats been too much of demonstration. My point is, these days, mobile has become a necessity from being just a communicating device.&lt;br /&gt;Its purpose was to make long distance communication possible even if people are on move. But it turned out to give rather unexpected results.&lt;br /&gt;People give more importance to calls than those directly speaking face to face.&lt;br /&gt;This mobile addiction reduced the long distance communication problem, but raised the new problem of decreasing face to face interaction.&lt;br /&gt;If we go to a friends place, the parents converse more on phone than directly interacting with us.&lt;br /&gt;The worst ever thing is people fail to notice whats happening before them while on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;When asked if the phone call is that important, people undoubtedly say yes.&lt;br /&gt;But when asked if conversing with the person who comes directly to meet you isn't important, silence gives the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Not just mobiles and landlines, internet too appears on the list.&lt;br /&gt;I go home every three months to spend a week at home. That whole week when seen closely reveals that half of the time I was on net chatting or browsing.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder a newspaper article read as -&lt;br /&gt;"Person 1 and Person 2 meet after many years at the village.&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 :Hey dude, its been long time....how've u been?&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 :Hey...what a pleasant surprise man...nice to see you here. Hey take my mobile no. Call me sometime. ok...bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope people start putting their mobile devices and computers under control rather than being controlled by these devices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-531937529299908078?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/531937529299908078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/06/call.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/531937529299908078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/531937529299908078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/06/call.html' title='The call'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-800737678540253549</id><published>2008-06-08T22:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:10:01.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>This ones about daily (er....lets say weekly) chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening we came back from office. And our roomies tell us that we are out of running water. They dint have bath since morning. Did I tell you that its mid summer??&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the next morning. Go to the washbasin to brush my teeth....and get to know that we are still out of running water!!&lt;br /&gt;I've waited till afternoon and finally went out.... to a lonely dump and then ...well....u knw... :P&lt;br /&gt;The same fate wished us the next day morning also. We went to Naren's flat, had bath and then left for office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we reached our flat. Switch on TV, and Maharadhi movie was being screened on the Telugu channel. The next day morning, its raining heavily and we were all sleeping peacefully. I woke up and started cleaning utensils. And this time, running water is out as soon as I am done with applying dish bar :(&lt;br /&gt;I started cooking sambar (yeah..you read it right. I started cooking!!) and when it was almost over, the cylinder ran out of gas!! So we had to eat half cooked vegetables in sambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Murphy is still after me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-800737678540253549?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/800737678540253549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/06/sundays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/800737678540253549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/800737678540253549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/06/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6550958513961852298</id><published>2008-05-31T17:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:56:34.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Live it up!!!</title><content type='html'>Why am I here&lt;br /&gt;shivering in fear&lt;br /&gt;my vision so mild&lt;br /&gt;thoughts going wild&lt;br /&gt;I asked God&lt;br /&gt;why I'm feeling so odd&lt;br /&gt;I used to stray&lt;br /&gt;till he showed me the ray&lt;br /&gt;the ray of soothe&lt;br /&gt;that uncovered truth&lt;br /&gt;the ray of new hope and aim&lt;br /&gt;that set the lame thoughts aflame&lt;br /&gt;the ray of outbrave&lt;br /&gt;that engulfed my vision with a new crave&lt;br /&gt;and finally I was told&lt;br /&gt;life is....life!&lt;br /&gt;dont compare it.&lt;br /&gt;Live it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6550958513961852298?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6550958513961852298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/live-it-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6550958513961852298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6550958513961852298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/live-it-up.html' title='Live it up!!!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1029185445897749184</id><published>2008-05-16T23:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:10:18.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Cool life huh??</title><content type='html'>******&lt;br /&gt;lifes cool here...&lt;br /&gt;but not the weather&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting the bike&lt;br /&gt;and the office rumours went on a hike&lt;br /&gt;some were asked if they prefer delhi or hyderabad&lt;br /&gt;but not me.....how bad!!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wud go on the bike with a juliet :P&lt;br /&gt;but they told it wud arrive on 19th or twentieth :(&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is my current situation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1029185445897749184?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1029185445897749184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/cool-life-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1029185445897749184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1029185445897749184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/cool-life-huh.html' title='Cool life huh??'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6445183058706522666</id><published>2008-05-16T14:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:11:21.842+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>Tears fail to come when I try&lt;br /&gt;my heart refuses to cry&lt;br /&gt;It says I should'nt brood&lt;br /&gt;no matter whats my mood&lt;br /&gt;I should'nt wail&lt;br /&gt;even if I fail&lt;br /&gt;I should withstand the infliction&lt;br /&gt;whatever may be the situation&lt;br /&gt;It says you are a warrior&lt;br /&gt;You should cross any barrier&lt;br /&gt;Every heart beat does'nt just say I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the person for whom I live&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;to whom I never wanna say adieu&lt;br /&gt;I realised true love never fails&lt;br /&gt;when I look back at my memory trails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6445183058706522666?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6445183058706522666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6445183058706522666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6445183058706522666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-776948365641812807</id><published>2008-05-11T18:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:11:48.837+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>The lady in black</title><content type='html'>Date: 9/5/2008 -&gt; Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Time: Around 10:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Hotel Varishtta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 guys (lets label them A, N, P, S) walked into the restaurant. They were told that there is no free table and were guided to the restobar.&lt;br /&gt;So, they went into the restobar. As they walked in, they noticed a young lady in black saree sitting at the table opposite to the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;They placed their order. 2 of them ordered beer.&lt;br /&gt;As they were watching the IPL match on the TV, the lady, who is in the midway, looked at them every now and then. They were at first amazed...... Then elated........... Then worried.&lt;br /&gt;Now she started looking more frequently. These guys now started conversations....&lt;br /&gt;N: May be she is looking at us coz we r so young.&lt;br /&gt;P: Arey she is looking at A and N, as she can see their faces.&lt;br /&gt;N: Look at A...he got "I'm not totally useless" caption on his tee. So she is looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;S: Or maybe she is looking at A as he is in his shorts :P&lt;br /&gt;P: lol....maybe she is not interested in the 2 guys sitting on her table...so she is staring at us&lt;br /&gt;S: Also, she might be thinking abt the caption on A's tee. "I'm not totally useless..." and wondering abt the second half (but I can be used as a bad example). And so, trying to see whats hidden on the below half of the tee (covered by the table)&lt;br /&gt;N: Arey now this is too much....she is staring at us every 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;A:Now a days guys dont have much security...&lt;br /&gt;P: Arey if something happens to you(A), we will report to the police :D&lt;br /&gt;S: When she leaves, she'll come to A and say - "Nice legs!!" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on goes this conversation....&lt;br /&gt;They ofcourse never knew whats the conversation going on in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: some explicit lines have been removed for censorship compliance :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-776948365641812807?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/776948365641812807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/lady-in-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/776948365641812807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/776948365641812807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/05/lady-in-black.html' title='The lady in black'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5644700934857787083</id><published>2008-04-28T02:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:11:57.516+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Launching "disasters"</title><content type='html'>Few months back,  "Power" was launched. And now comes "Tech Services". Generally, every launch will be expected to be good or do good or atleast "look" good, especially to employees of/related to same company. But we, the so called "proud employees" of our company should'nt be doing that. In fact, its normal to find these people banging their heads against walls, tables or..u name it...any thing thats good enough to hit your head against. Wondering why? well, heres the answer!! sorry..answers to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Power was launched, like any other company, strategy played a crucial role in the launch. But if you think it made people (read proud employees of our company) happy, you are terribly mistaken. Heres the strategy. The caller tune of Reliance mobile customers who dont have a caller tune was changed to the "Go India POWER......Ta RuM Pum POWER. Sab ko hein POWER" (actually I dont remember the words). Its like a group of men shouting crazily at the person who happened to call to your Reliance mobile!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now the R'nce mobile customers have two ways out.&lt;br /&gt;1. Let it be their call back tune as long as the company wishes and promote the publicity of Power.&lt;br /&gt;2. If not, change the caller tune to whatever they like and add to the company's profit (or their loss...call whichever you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to Tech Services, its just the IT part of our company cut apart and operate under it with the new name. A presentation was held to all the employees who come under this after its launch. Each group had the presentation on different times and dates but the ultimate message stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;After the usual "blah blah blah" came the LOL "blah blah blah":&lt;br /&gt;Questionnaire looked something like this....&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is there a salary hike?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is it going to be a 5 day week schedule?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is there any change in working hours per day or any flexible time kinda thing?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is your superior changing?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;After so many more NOs, here are some YESes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is there a new chance?&lt;br /&gt;YES. You get the broader scope of working field when working for IT company rather than a Telecom company&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is your payslip going to bear the new name?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is your no. of leaves going to stay same?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats going to change?&lt;br /&gt;Your ID card and your company name.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might be wondering by this time about the "launch party". Well theres more for us employees in store.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, we were asked to collect R.T.S shirts (instead of distributing at the work stations as they always do about the "special offers" about Reliance Power, Reliance Money, Big TV etc)  which bear a print on the back saying "a new star is born". Mind you, this print will not even last for the first wash.&lt;br /&gt;And heres the schedule for monday!!&lt;br /&gt;Venue: F-Block food court, D.A.K.C&lt;br /&gt;Time: Evening 3:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Event: Official presentation and talk about RTS&lt;br /&gt;Next Event: Jhoom Barabar Jhoom DJ at 3:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;After that: Snacks at 3:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;need to elaborate more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the weary long post but my frustration found out the best way it can.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Am writing this at almost 3:00 AM in the morning and I got to sleep and then wake up in the morning, goto office and "enjoy" the launch ceremony in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5644700934857787083?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5644700934857787083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/launching-disasters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5644700934857787083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5644700934857787083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/launching-disasters.html' title='Launching &quot;disasters&quot;'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-9197941471821588443</id><published>2008-04-24T18:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:15:12.751+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>One more....</title><content type='html'>*********&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a song&lt;br /&gt;sometimes soothing&lt;br /&gt;sometimes teasing&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a dance&lt;br /&gt;sometimes energetic&lt;br /&gt;sometimes pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a story&lt;br /&gt;sometimes jubilant&lt;br /&gt;sometimes reluctant&lt;br /&gt;but.....&lt;br /&gt;a song is best with feel and flow&lt;br /&gt;a dance is best with rhythm and glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a story is best with a marvelous end&lt;br /&gt;a life is best with a fabulous friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dedicated to all my best friends for bearing me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-9197941471821588443?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/9197941471821588443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/one-more.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/9197941471821588443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/9197941471821588443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/one-more.html' title='One more....'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-820421630673897970</id><published>2008-04-18T20:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:14:46.250+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Yo Yo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening Abhi and I went to gym to get back a forgotten towel of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;When coming back, I remembered that I should withdraw some money from ATM.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went back, collected the cash, and came back to our block.&lt;br /&gt;After we reached the tripod, I searched for my ID card to swipe and then realised that I kept it on the ATM machine and forgot. This time, to our surprise, we saw that the card is still there, but the YoYo is gone!!! :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the person who came after me stole it! :x&lt;br /&gt;We were like.....how come a person could be this greedy/lazy about a yoyo...its just a matter of 5 mins walk to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;Donno how many more twists are awaiting me here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-820421630673897970?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/820421630673897970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/yo-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/820421630673897970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/820421630673897970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/yo-yo.html' title='Yo Yo'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4402062287744321726</id><published>2008-04-17T19:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:21:26.707+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Warrior</title><content type='html'>********&lt;br /&gt;pursuing the dreams&lt;br /&gt;across the streams&lt;br /&gt;no threats to fear&lt;br /&gt;just the aim to hear&lt;br /&gt;the past to evade&lt;br /&gt;a cause to crusade&lt;br /&gt;he ran like a freak&lt;br /&gt;with tears on his cheek&lt;br /&gt;excitement was his trigger&lt;br /&gt;passion is his treasure&lt;br /&gt;he sought his path&lt;br /&gt;till the end&lt;br /&gt;he instilled faith&lt;br /&gt;and set a trend&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote this on 1/4/2008 night.&lt;br /&gt;After a long time I got back to writing poems :)&lt;br /&gt;Good, bad, worse or worst ... u judge for urself :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4402062287744321726?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4402062287744321726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/warrior.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4402062287744321726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4402062287744321726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/04/warrior.html' title='Warrior'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2821080121021737212</id><published>2008-03-30T10:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:55:00.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaadi RCOM'/><title type='text'>Best one ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Mak, Arun and I went to the coffee place in our wing. Abhi already told he wont be coming. But after coming to the coffee place, Arun took out the hotwheels car from his pocket. He wanted to play "gaadi gaadi" in the coffee place!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Now we wanted Abhi to see this "gaadi". So Mak sent him a msg - "Arun ne gaadi leke aaya. U come now" After waiting for some 5 mins, we called him up and asked whts taking him so long. He said "I am waiting outside our block. Where r u ppl?" thinking tht its a real car :))&lt;br /&gt;Well thats not all.&lt;br /&gt;When he came up, he said tht he saw tht Arun and I were not at out desks and so he went down! :o&lt;br /&gt;Now, after he got his hands on the car, he turned around, confirmed that nobody else is coming this way. He started playing around like a 5 yr old making sounds "whoommmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;One guy turned up and happened to ask this question "Is the sound coming from the car?". lol.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, our HOD turned up!! We laughed so loud that he became curious and wanted to know what we guys are up to. Luckily we managed to cover up the scene.&lt;br /&gt;If he were to turn up 1 second before or after, Abhi cud be seen playing around with the car and climbing it up Mak's hand :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2821080121021737212?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2821080121021737212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/03/best-one-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2821080121021737212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2821080121021737212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/03/best-one-ever.html' title='Best one ever!!!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5293045375389845039</id><published>2008-03-02T16:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>The guys who faced the train</title><content type='html'>Three brave boys decided one night to walk along "on" the rail tracks instead of walking on the road!! After walking for a short time, a train showed up with its head lamp from far ahead. The bravery in the person(1) who is on the lead took a short break and he slowed down. In his mind - "If I were Balayya, I would just have to raise an eyebrow or at max, hit my thigh hard enough to scare away the train (mind u, not the driver) so that it runs back on the same track". He thought "may be I should spare this train" and he got out of the way, and waved to the other two to do the same. The other two, who were coming side-by-side on either of the tracks heard him and saw the train. One of them got off as he dont want to show-off (well theres no one around even to see if he wish to show-off a bit). The other guy too came off the track and stood on the stones that lay beside the tracks. But as the train approached him (with the distance in between them less than 5 meters), he realised that he will get hit!! Suddenly he remembered a movie in which Aamir Khan jumps off the track when the train almost hits him. He did the same thing while the rest two watched dumbfound. The first guy was shocked so much that he seriously doubted whether this guy is frustrated to this extent by his job or his colleagues maybe...&lt;br /&gt;But when asked, he replied "What a thrilling experience!!" :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Now, since you read this much, guess which one is me? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5293045375389845039?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5293045375389845039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/03/guys-who-faced-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5293045375389845039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5293045375389845039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/03/guys-who-faced-train.html' title='The guys who faced the train'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5254237760116312201</id><published>2008-02-19T17:21:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Me?? heh :P</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived two ppl....Wherever they went, they were together. They never existed individually. There was no "me"....they said its always "us"!!!. Now, as time passed by, one of them (to be read as "me") spent time carelessly. He enjoyed life to the fullest. Now the second one (to be read as the agony in "me") got frustrated with himself, felt jealous of "me" and searched desperately for happiness. Then a light (read acads) enlighted him. It said him that he can only gain happiness by seizing the happiness from "me". So, that same "me" was pushed off a cliff (read DA-IICT) into a nadir (read Corporate World) by the agony in him. Now this poor "me" got badly hurt. What all left behind is....an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;absconding paranoid&lt;/span&gt;. The paraniod who is afraid of the corporate world, which made him betray and kill the previous "self" in search of destiny. He is trying to escape from this nadir with whatever he was left with (read happiness). He is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;intelligent fool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;---***---&lt;br /&gt;the previous self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;routine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about my routine life at DA-IICT. Thanx to Pavan who gave me inspiration to start my blog. Comments from anyone are appreciated. And last but not the least, I cannot assure that the information in this blog is correct...I post whatever I feel.&lt;br /&gt;---***---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to change!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5254237760116312201?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5254237760116312201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/02/me-heh-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5254237760116312201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5254237760116312201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/02/me-heh-p.html' title='Me?? heh :P'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-6483266208471416691</id><published>2008-02-09T22:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Me, lol and roflol</title><content type='html'>Well, dont mind abt the title...Read on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we (most of the AP gang of DA-IICT '07) decided to meet in Hyd on 23rd Dec 07 (Now dont look at me like tht...I knw its pretty late to be typing this :P). So Arun and I booked tickets accordingly. That was the first time we attempted to board onto a local train with luggage :)) We successfully managed to reach the station 1 hour earlier. We found out just in 5 mins tht its difficult to pass time.. no no...to kill it literally. Somehow managed to kill tht 1 hr by buying and munching some junk food. Initially it looked like we wait for 5 mins for 1 min to pass on :(. But as tht 1 hr approached to the end, we were looking forward for the announcement with all the excitement. Then from nowhere, Murphy entered!!! the announcement came 10 mins later than expected, but gave rather unexpected info. Guess wht? our trains delayed by 1 hr!!!! :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;Now dont ask me how I managed to kill this extra hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on....thts not all...heres one more...Well its just the continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed safely in Hyd. Its very nice to see many of my old buddies. On the same day nite, I boarded a luxury bus (the one without adjustable seats) to Guntur. The only seat available is the last row middle seat!! Now I need to mention tht its exceptionally crowded even though its an over-night journey. ppl slept on floor. One person slept near my feet and I cud'nt even move my feet in any direction :(. I thought thts all God have for me. But he reminded me once again tht things can go even worse. I caught cold and had a running nose soon after the bus began. Imagine how little sleep I can get in this situation. I woke up at regular intervals...chk my watch (it said 12:40, 1:40, 2:40, 3:40 and 4:40) and then sleep again. At 3:40, I inquired the conductor if the bus wud stop near my house and to wake me up. This time, I woke up at 5:50!! I was expecting my house but cud'nt see any signs of it in tht darkness. I asked conductor and he ensured tht the bus went past my house already!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;conductor said sorry and asked if he shud stop the bus. wht else can he do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation went pretty cool and I soon had to board Garuda for the return journey.&lt;br /&gt;This one is too good bus to give me any shocks I thought. Also I got a bit surprised to see tht this one got a TV too and felt happy (inner self: hhehhehhe...). I thought now wht can go so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Just to give me the answer, the movie screening started. I had to watch Aashiq Banaya Aapne :o :( And just after tht they started Kyun Ki (inner self: looking left and right helplessly to escape fate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I justified the title to some extent. If not, stay tuned :P&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Next :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-6483266208471416691?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/6483266208471416691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/02/me-lol-and-roflol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6483266208471416691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/6483266208471416691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/02/me-lol-and-roflol.html' title='Me, lol and roflol'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4323653474353764587</id><published>2008-01-29T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>LOL exercise</title><content type='html'>Officially its the second day of joining at RCOM. Its the induction class and the person incharge of it asked us to LAUGH OUT LOUD first looking at him and then at the adjacent ppl. Its like we look at each other and laugh. I donno abt the person incharge, but we truely laughed like hell for those few seconds. I wonder if this works out the same way if the profs at our coll do it :))&lt;br /&gt;I really wondered if some of them can atleast come up with a smile :P. Well jokes apart, I really wished to make out some time to come back and blog. Thanx to my job, I finally ended up here :)&lt;br /&gt;Its been 3 months since I came to Mumbai and till date I dint go out to roam around (except a sunday...we went to Chembur and done some shopping).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4323653474353764587?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4323653474353764587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/01/lol-exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4323653474353764587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4323653474353764587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2008/01/lol-exercise.html' title='LOL exercise'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-8885578722385102068</id><published>2007-11-21T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>From DA-IICT to DAKC</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in the last few months. I finally got the joining date but the bad thing is that they informed just 4 days before the date. We went from Hyderabad to Mumbai by bus. Some of my friends told that it would be difficult to go by bus, but it turned out to be an awesome journey. Not everything goes well as I always end up....I got the guest-house booked from 22nd but I wud land in Mumbai on 21st. I called the HR but she told she cud'nt help out. But God beat Murphy this time and showed some mercy. The guest-house ppl shifted my schedule a day before. It was Heaven-on-Earth experience for 15 days. Everything including the window-view is too good.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;After 15 days, we shifted to a 1BHK(1 Bedroom, 1 Hall, 1 Kitchen) flat and its not that bad. we cud'nt find a small mirror in near-by shops and so we had to do some weird stunts for shaving :))&lt;br /&gt;Arun followed Arjuna style for shaving. He poured water on bath-room floor and used that reflection. I blindly shaved with the Gillette Vector Plus the same way as they portrayed in the ads and asked Arun now and then to make sure that I shave evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if u r really bored reading this topic, theres a nice one waiting for u in the next post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-8885578722385102068?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/8885578722385102068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/11/from-da-iict-to-dakc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8885578722385102068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/8885578722385102068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/11/from-da-iict-to-dakc.html' title='From DA-IICT to DAKC'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1747139457173369261</id><published>2007-09-23T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>God is gr8 :)</title><content type='html'>Some times even Murphy gets tired...and in those rare situations, I end up excited with the things that are in store for me. Those of you who still dont know, I got selected in Reliance!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the offer letter now.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I came to Hyderabad to meet some of my friends. And I called one of my friends in order to plan when to meet her. Somehow theres a cross connection and another girl answered the call and the conversation went on something like this:&lt;br /&gt;She: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, what r u doing?&lt;br /&gt;She: I am busy now...in office right now&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK can u call me in the evening today or tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;She: OK&lt;br /&gt;Me: So where can we meet?&lt;br /&gt;She: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm Satish&lt;br /&gt;She: Who is Satish?&lt;br /&gt;Me: r u XXX?&lt;br /&gt;She: no&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh..sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont think I'm bluffing....I really am not. This happened yesterday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1747139457173369261?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1747139457173369261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/09/god-is-gr8.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1747139457173369261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1747139457173369261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/09/god-is-gr8.html' title='God is gr8 :)'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7970975248617102102</id><published>2007-09-12T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:13:34.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly (abt placements)</title><content type='html'>It wud seem rather funny to read abt placements and interviews in this month of september....but wid ppl like me, these kinda situations are quite common. But whats uncommon is the way I mess wid these situations as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for companies in elitmus. Waited long for jobs. Somehow my lappy and luggage were left with relatives and I got back home after attending a couple of marriages (one in hyd and another in vja) on the same day. Now I thought of attending adiance and reliance in coll and booked tickets. After I landed here in DA-IICT, I chk my mails only to see tht one company called for interview and the deadline for accepting it expired just the previous day!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I attended Adiance and they dint call for the interview after having a face to face talk, couple of questions and viewing my resume. These are the only factors they consider to shortlist for the interview and no written test.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We were told tht Reliance was coming on 8th and 9th. But they came on 7th and conducted the written test. We came to know abt it on 7th nite. Poor Arun!! He came all the way frm Hyd on flight to attend Reliance.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning, we talked to placement officer and he was hopeless. We gaveup our hopes but just after tht, he showed us a guy (later we came to know tht he is the HR) and told to ask him. He talked to us and allowed us to sit for the interview and said tht he wud arrange for the test later if necessary. The interview went good. It was a HR interview!! I thought I would leave on 11th happily as the results were expected to come in 15 days and tht we wud be informed the next day if they want to conduct the test.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As we dint get the mail, we contacted the placement officer and he told tht the results wud be out on 11th mostly and if not we need to meet him again the next day. So I cancelled my ticket and booked one for 15th. Donno what happens next...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it is, how it was and how it will be, its my life and I choose it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7970975248617102102?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7970975248617102102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/09/good-bad-and-ugly-abt-placements.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7970975248617102102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7970975248617102102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/09/good-bad-and-ugly-abt-placements.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly (abt placements)'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-2277748484557848279</id><published>2007-09-12T09:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:46:03.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From DA-IICT</title><content type='html'>Hello ppl..&lt;br /&gt;I thought coming back to DA-IICT will not be tht bad....after all I'm coming for a couple of weeks to attend a couple of companies I thought. But it turned out to be worse...no no...the worst one!!! Yes. Nostalgia strikes very hard when u come back to coll wid very few/none of ur frnds around u this time. While leaving DA-IICT after my  final sem presentation, though I was sad, what made me feel good is that I'm going back home....after I came home I had good time roaming around and visiting all my relatives. But now, back in DA-IICT, when I stare at rooms where my frnds once lived, it hurts when I remember "those days". And the worst part is when I pass C-302...the room full of fun and joy...full of friends...cant help but remember all those memorable days. And when I enter the corridor, sometimes I forget the fact tht I am now staying in C-306 and go past a few rooms only to realize tht I am no longer staying in C-302.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the places remind me tht "once" we spent the happiest moments together at those places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-2277748484557848279?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/2277748484557848279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/09/from-da-iict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2277748484557848279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/2277748484557848279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/09/from-da-iict.html' title='From DA-IICT'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4646298030421147617</id><published>2007-07-18T19:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:45:25.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle Diaries</title><content type='html'>Loooong loooong ago...I used to blog :P&lt;br /&gt;well during the break (donno when its gonna end), I've decided to go with my dad to my grandparents place on the bike. I was told to go by bus as it was mid summer and this time the temperatures shot up above 45 degrees. But still, I thought it will be just a matter of 1:30 hrs. But it turned out to be one of the disasters. Not in the sense that we met with a road-accident, but with fate ofcourse. My dad dint listen to me when I said tht we cud fill up a few ltrs of petrol. He said the tank holds enough petrol to take us to the destination. In the mid way, we went to a relatives house and had lunch there itself. oh my...my expectation of 1:30 hrs journey turned out to be a dumb one there itself. Now guess what? Not even 20 mins passed by after leaving tht place, the bike stopped. The reason...the petrol got evaporated due to the hot sun :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;I had to go some 4 kms to the nearest petrol dealer ( the pan-shop in the nearby village). Somehow I managed to go there and back again...we started to grandparents house. On the way, my dad stopped at a petrol bunk and got the tank filled to the brim :P as he realized how his expectation turned out. Finally after reaching the destination, I rushed upstairs and all I got back is a huge laugh from everyone. Well tht concludes part-1.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PART - II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Hyderabad to my cousins place, There, I drove my cousin to his work-place and then I started back. Did I tell you that I was'nt alone? my younger cousin(hardly 4 years old) is also with me, sitting in front of me. At first I got confused with the roads but somehow managed to get back to the right route. It was my first time....riding a bike on Hyderabad roads. And just as I was feeling comfortable with this experience, a wagon-R which is just few mtrs ahead of me stopped suddenly and my brake pedal was not in a good condition. I should have lifted my leg from the foot-rest and apply full pressure on the brake pedal but just cud'nt do it as my cousin's leg blocked my way in tht short span of time. Naturally my bike collided with the car. Luckily nobody got hurt...oops..not everyone...the car had some scratches and the bumper was damaged. It costed me 9000 bucks and a few hours of time to get rid of the whole scene. But the actual cost is just 7000 but I was blamed for another damage. I could'nt help but pay the whole 9000 bucks to get my bike keys back. My poor little cousin. He got completely scared and was pestering me all the way asking me to take him home.&lt;br /&gt;Now the irony here is, the previous night, we were having a discussion and I told my brother-"nannu chudu...ippati varaku okka accident aina chesana?"(See how good I was at bike riding...not even a single accident)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: well sorry for adding extra crap here and there but cud'nt help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4646298030421147617?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4646298030421147617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/07/motorcycle-diaries.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4646298030421147617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4646298030421147617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/07/motorcycle-diaries.html' title='Motorcycle Diaries'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1611014945440835770</id><published>2007-04-27T14:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:04:39.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One pleasant morning</title><content type='html'>******ONE PLEASANT MORNING******&lt;br /&gt;I went out to meet my friends at the juice stall(our fav. meeting place). Asusual, we chatted for about half an hour and then when we were about to get back, one pretty gal passed tht way. So cute she was, I asked myself this is no dream. right?? As she went on her scooty, I cud'nt see her for even a minute. As she is passing by, blinding white light came upon. (The same was M.S explains his ad concept to venky in Vasu) All the while when seeing her, I could hear a song playing in the background. Even after that scene, the song was still playing so clearly. But from where????? And in the mean while, one of my friends started tapping me. I woke up rubbing my eyes, and Raghu was trying to wake me up. And ofcourse, the song is coming from the PC speakers. Damn! I shud have realized...from where else can it be heard? Actually that was a slow song with quite good music. The songs these days come up with nasty beats and crazy lyrics...takes u days...no no..weeks to figure out the exact lyrics of a Telugu song!!!&lt;br /&gt;They say 'Earlymorning dreams come true' But what to call this one?? A daydream? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these days, it is easier to by heart the dialogues of a movie than a song!!&lt;br /&gt;U can hear some guys singing even the background score :o and the dialogues from start to end. And some wud even manipulate them so amazingly tht they will perfectly fit the situation...(to mock others ofcourse :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1611014945440835770?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1611014945440835770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/04/one-pleasant-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1611014945440835770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1611014945440835770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/04/one-pleasant-morning.html' title='One pleasant morning'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-621170511460468740</id><published>2007-04-25T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:12:47.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another lousy post</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: Anyone who wishes to waste their time reading a pointless post are welcome here. All the rest, I believe u've got better things to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened blogger. After logging in, I opened new post...I sit for 30 mins thinking about many topics but none seems to be either creative or interesting.&lt;br /&gt;After reading my past posts, my friends ask me to update more frequently....atleast frequently.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid...I may literally end up with a post which seems like the movie the director comes up with at the film festival in the latest Mr.Bean movie.(Those of you who still dint watch it, can give a try :) )&lt;br /&gt;Now about this movie Mr. Bean on a holiday, It literally shows the way Murphy's laws effect your life. Yesterday, we went out to eat at Sardar...and lemme tell u, by any chance u start off to a restaurant without confirming if it will be open or not, you will find tht it is CLOSE. And if you were on road, the empty autos go on the other side of the divider. When you somehow manage to cross the road, the scene will be....well u can expect that much :P&lt;br /&gt;And in my last post, I mentioned tht I met one of the prof in my panel. And by Murphy's laws, if the panels are declared to be the same in final presentation, they change. And more specifically, the worst ones remain, and the ones whom u met will be changed :((&lt;br /&gt;And when you write a software on a dvd, a newer version will be released in just a weeks time. And if you write the movies(bad prints), the dvd rips will be out.&lt;br /&gt;When you go out for shopping, the not needed things will be at attractive prices and discounts and the most needed things will be at the highest prices..no discounts.&lt;br /&gt;When you have the mobile, your friend gets the calls, and when he has the mobile, you get the calls :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;I think I shud start writing a book on these incidents related to Murphy's laws :D&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-621170511460468740?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/621170511460468740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/04/another-crappy-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/621170511460468740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/621170511460468740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/04/another-crappy-post.html' title='Another lousy post'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-5028024919182951676</id><published>2007-04-22T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:51:25.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back after quite some time</title><content type='html'>Finally, after more than a months time, I won over my laziness and started off. With a few experiences, after a trip in the starting of march, I thought of writing a blog on it. Heres what I saved as a draft a week later when I came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last Thursday early morning we went on a trip and covered Gir, Diu, Somnath, Dwaraka, Nageswar and Bet Dwaraka. On the whole the trip is a memorable one. The lions in Gir interpretation zone, The Diu fort in night lights, Diu beach, Somnath temple were the most beautiful sights I was able to cover during the trip"....&lt;br /&gt;This trip was totally unexpected. I felt that this would give me some relief from my routine life. It did give some relief :)&lt;br /&gt;And I also thought of writing about my very first temporary job in the infocity. That was one of the worst ever companies(if it deserves to be called so) I came across. Even after going regularly for 2 months, I got only half of the first months salary till now!!! Think that explains the elite situation of the company :P&lt;br /&gt;Presently, I am just 3 weeks away from completing my B-Tech, and just 1 week from the project submission. Sadly, my coding is still in the dormant stage while report is going on pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;And recently yesterday I met one of my professors. Thought that it would be a nice idea to approach the presentation panel members in person. He gave me some good suggestions and told me the blunders that crept into the grading in case of some of my seniors. I was actually quite surprised when he abused the institute. No wonder he did that in front of a student because the institute is almost landing into real big trouble....think you ppl know pretty well abt the 'trouble'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back with few more posts before I leave this institute. See u ppl till then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-5028024919182951676?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/5028024919182951676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/04/back-after-quite-some-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5028024919182951676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/5028024919182951676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/04/back-after-quite-some-time.html' title='Back after quite some time'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-464333339158506639</id><published>2007-02-03T14:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:34:00.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A grown up kid :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg="" style="color: #dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 83% Grown Up, 17% Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotional maturity is fully developed, and you have an excellent grasp on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are so emotionally mature - you should consider being a therapist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-464333339158506639?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/464333339158506639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/02/grown-up-kid-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/464333339158506639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/464333339158506639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/02/grown-up-kid-p.html' title='A grown up kid :P'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-58763447469600834</id><published>2007-02-03T14:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:35:59.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged !! episode-2</title><content type='html'>Mohan tagged me to write about the '7' series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I wish to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make my parents happy about me in every aspect. Till I came to DA-IICT, I was able to accomplish this...but sadly after I came here, my star turned upside down. So I wish to set it upright to see the happiness in their faces again. Settling with a good job would help fulfilling this wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel in Garuda Express once. Though seems silly, this wish still remained unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ride on pulsar or a similar high end bike from my home to my grandparents home on an average speed of 100 kmph. I love speed. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet my grandparents(paternal and maternal), uncles, aunts, cousins at a time and spend the time the same way as before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch a good movie with all my relatives. Though seems very easy, this is very difficult!! The last movie  saw with my relatives(ammamma, nayanamma la tho saha) is "Muddula Mogudu" of Balayya. aa debba tho malli cinema ki rammante chethulettesthunnaru... so I wish to take them to a good movie like bommarillu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After I get settled. I wish to meet all my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fulfill all the above wishes :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play nfs for hours together&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch movies and listen to songs in loop!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Thy too can stay wide awake in lectures :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go on a long ride for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;5. Not having a hair cut for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;6. Love my well wishers and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;7. This is too much....inni vishayalu cheppadam kashtam...kaskondi....battalu uthukuta, illu uudchuta, thuduchuta, antlu thomuta maruyu konthavaraku vanta cheyuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay alone for long time without talking to parents/relatives/friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoking and drinking....I hate these two&lt;br /&gt;3. Study in library!!! sounds so stupid....but still I cannot concentrate in library&lt;br /&gt;4. Read a full newspaper at one go&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop myself from uttering a totally illogical sentence when friends are discussing something&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop asking doubts while watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop postponing things till the last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;1. Should be able to understand me&lt;br /&gt;2. Should be simple, caring and loving&lt;br /&gt;3. Should be able to trust me&lt;br /&gt;4. Big beautiful mesmerizing eyes&lt;br /&gt;5. Accept me as what I am and encourage in every good step I take&lt;br /&gt;6. Talking pleasantly and make me forget the time I spend with her&lt;br /&gt;7. Being one of the best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say most:&lt;br /&gt;1. yyeehhheee(telugu word to express encouragement in comedian Sudhakar's way)&lt;br /&gt;2. abbaaaa!!!!(telugu word, the actual meaning is dad....but used to express doubt and wonder)&lt;br /&gt;3. kevvu keka!!!(super!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. chaaa....mariiii .....&lt;br /&gt;5. arey / oreyyy&lt;br /&gt;6. mama&lt;br /&gt;7. hmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven persons to be tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gautham&lt;br /&gt;2. Pavan&lt;br /&gt;3. Raghu&lt;br /&gt;4. Kishore&lt;br /&gt;5. Priyatham&lt;br /&gt;6. Likhitha&lt;br /&gt;7. Rachana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!! at last I completed this post....never expected that it would take this much time to think of each point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-58763447469600834?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/58763447469600834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/02/ive-been-tagged-episode-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/58763447469600834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/58763447469600834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/02/ive-been-tagged-episode-2.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged !! episode-2'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-1004630604116496162</id><published>2007-02-03T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:42:04.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged !!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Abhay. This tag is about the most embarrassing moment(s) in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only a few funny ones........here they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident took place years back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin(hardly 8 yrs old) and me(2 years younger) went to uncles house with our parents....&lt;br /&gt;While all r inside the house, I felt bored and came to the gate of the house. Few meters away, some stray dogs were fighting. After some time, somehow they all left.....except one. It slept at the same place. I noticed that it had a white patch on its back. So innocent I was, I thought that this dog could be tamed!!! coz I donno the difference between a Pomeranian and a stray dog. I went to it and slowly touched the white patch. The dog took my hand in its mouth (luckily it dint bite me) and then left as it was scared. I was more puzzled than scared. While this all happened, my cousin was watching me silently from the gate. Having seen such hilarious scene, he started laughing heavily. I dint realize the reason at that instance but few years down the line, I laughed at myself being such a stupid whenever I remembered that :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(few more incidents will be added as soon as I remember them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-1004630604116496162?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/1004630604116496162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/02/ive-been-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1004630604116496162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/1004630604116496162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged !!'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-3675866572724186529</id><published>2007-01-23T20:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-26T02:26:13.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The last sem - some facts</title><content type='html'>One cold night @ DA-IICT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. G: Arey I wanna eat ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Mr. R: U should fulfill such wishes asap. Otherwise, u will become a ghost and haunts for the Icecream :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of Loose Control!!&lt;br /&gt;So simple...loose control over ur life :P Donno what to do since u wake up...spend the time thinking of how to use it preciously...and then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;If not feeling sleepy, then open orkut...keep refreshing the home page every minute only to know that no one is bothered to scrap u. Sign in to messenger and wait for hours again to find that ur buddy list is busy with respective schedules.&lt;br /&gt;But to restrict u, freedom updated version disconnects every hour...with number verification and also only a few hours at a time for chatting.&lt;br /&gt;On top of all, to interrupt these beautiful ideas, DA-IICT plans powercut which lasts 7 full hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still left with time?? watch movies in loop. Listen to songs with shuffle and repeat on. Voice-chat with ppl frm same or next wings.....to ask the same old routine question-"em chesthunnav ra?"&lt;br /&gt;Still in quest of new pastime? Go straight-away to gym. But I must tell u....u will find the door locked...ppl using the windows as doors :o And even the windows locked for the drinking water room next to it. Go to Sports Complex. oops....tomorrow is Republic day and so sports complex is also locked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No matter how differently u do things, ur administration will ruin it :)) Drives ppl like me crazy and so posts start somewhere....end wierdly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-3675866572724186529?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/3675866572724186529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/01/last-sem-some-facts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3675866572724186529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/3675866572724186529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/01/last-sem-some-facts.html' title='The last sem - some facts'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-7389172091282463140</id><published>2007-01-18T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:45:23.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The last sem @ DA-IICT :) :(</title><content type='html'>The loooooong awaited final sem has finally arrived. No lectures..no labs....24/7 bewarse.&lt;br /&gt;Things to do: Prepare for GATE, Meet prof., Start writing the project literature&lt;br /&gt;But the daily routine is nowhere near this. Playing shuttle, basketball and cards, watching movies is the daily routine these days. Of course, chatting and browsing are always on the list. Dont know how everyone feels when leaving DA-IICT. 4 years of B-Tech will be over in few more months but the memories I had in these 4 years will be unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-7389172091282463140?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/7389172091282463140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/01/last-sem-da-iict.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7389172091282463140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/7389172091282463140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/01/last-sem-da-iict.html' title='The last sem @ DA-IICT :) :('/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-4465289299621587140</id><published>2007-01-18T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:17:38.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Done wid the exams in B-Tech :)</title><content type='html'>I thought of writing this post long back in december just after the exams are over...and also 1 week back but my lappy crashed!!! well at last here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asusual we played day night matches for all exams...for one of the exams, Tarak was taking a tutorial. Till then, Dharma also studied and then slept. During this tutorial, the snore of Dharma dominated Tarak's voice... we started laughing at our fate.&lt;br /&gt;Also during one of the electives exam, malpractices went to such an extent that one person contacted the other through mobile :)) and then one wrote answers on the question paper and passed it on. Overall, the exam results were a blast. The ones who were expected to give good grades gave D's and F's. And for those who failed for the first time, this was a very bad stroke as this time there will be no reexam. Worst thing is some of these people already made it to the IIMs and got projects at different universities.&lt;br /&gt;The talks and mails with administration turned out to be waste asusual. I wonder how proffessors dont find time to look at the projects that fetch the grades to the students but manage to give D's and Fs.&lt;br /&gt;These days, my mobile's battery got very weak...gets switched off in a few hours...which is supposed to last for few days. So I could'nt talk for more than 30 minutes at a stretch. donno&lt;br /&gt;if its irritating me or saving my bill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-4465289299621587140?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/4465289299621587140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/01/done-wid-exams-in-b-tech.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4465289299621587140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/4465289299621587140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2007/01/done-wid-exams-in-b-tech.html' title='Done wid the exams in B-Tech :)'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-116393754997688778</id><published>2006-11-19T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:29:09.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hi ppl...</title><content type='html'>Well it took me this much time to fight my laziness and login to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Not much has happened in the past few months. And I am running out of topics to post here. Thinking of a few past ones, I thought of posting this incident...&lt;br /&gt;2 days back, Raghu wanted me to wake him up for the environMENTAL sciences class. But because of the previous bad eperiences, he asked me if he could take the mobile, and then if I would get a call etc. After all such queries, he finally took the mobile, set the alarm and slept at around 8:20 AM. But.......guess what? my mobile got even smarter these days. The battery's life reduced very badly these days. So. it went out of charge even before 1 PM and poor Raghu wanted to wake-up at 1:30. Do I need to elaborate? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I'm leaving home on 3rd of december....got to enjoy the whole month of holidays. Hope I would come across some nice incidents and topics to post here. see u ppl till then....have a nice time, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-116393754997688778?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/116393754997688778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2006/11/hi-ppl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/116393754997688778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/116393754997688778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2006/11/hi-ppl.html' title='Hi ppl...'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967805.post-115660014313102361</id><published>2006-08-26T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:19:03.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind Blowing Skill - part-2</title><content type='html'>hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;am back wid a few more ventures....&lt;br /&gt;lemme start wid my shuttle days. I used to play wid my mom in the back-yard of our house when I was 10 years old. We used to hit the shuttle so that it wud go to the other's racket.&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I came to DA-IICT, I was playing the same way....but then realised that other ppl wud hit back it to my face.&lt;br /&gt;When I started learning, it wud seem as if a slow motion robot is toiling hard to make a contact with the shuttle :))&lt;br /&gt;well now coming to cricket, both bating and bowling can be enjoyed alot to view...not to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf of sports......there are more skills...(mari entha cheppina tharaganantha kalalu unnai mana daggara :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next comes my "drawing skill"&lt;br /&gt;At first, I used to sketch the faces of the ppl sitting in front of me, and ppl cud recognize the features. But now, when I try to sketch the face of one guy, it came out to be the face of another guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same trend can be observed while playing a musical keyboard or flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell u guys abt any more skills as soon as I discover one!!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22967805-115660014313102361?l=www.satishchandra.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/feeds/115660014313102361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2006/08/mind-blowing-skill-part-2.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/115660014313102361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22967805/posts/default/115660014313102361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.satishchandra.in/2006/08/mind-blowing-skill-part-2.html' title='Mind Blowing Skill - part-2'/><author><name>Satish Chandra Annamaneni</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100586421823376290957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fpr-m3FyAK4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/QVlRRb473Ig/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
