<?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-758649341948034388</id><updated>2012-02-08T10:37:49.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's workshop Ψ</title><subtitle type='html'>a potpourri of the Inner Devil's random musings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-3761939071381821779</id><published>2009-12-29T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:00:13.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish i could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I wish i could ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could see you smile&lt;br /&gt;how the love in your heart sparkles in your eyes and lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell you &lt;br /&gt;how lame is this no-touch smiley hug&lt;br /&gt;looting me of your tender 'touch'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell you ...&lt;br /&gt;How sick i am of this virtual long distance kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could kiss and tell...&lt;br /&gt;how the warmth of your lips actually feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could see your curl&lt;br /&gt;reminding me of a baby with nothing to worry&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could see that peaceful face &lt;br /&gt;and for a moment feel I'm&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a trouble-free world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could say 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;just not to your ears....but to YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and with you by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could say 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;looking in your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;seeing you smile ...&lt;br /&gt;smiling and hugging...&lt;br /&gt;hugging and kissing...&lt;br /&gt;kissing and curling...&lt;br /&gt;and say 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;wishing that we would never part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply wish.&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/758649341948034388-3761939071381821779?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3761939071381821779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=3761939071381821779' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/3761939071381821779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/3761939071381821779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-i-could.html' title='I wish i could...'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-8178894219827136310</id><published>2009-04-09T16:31:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:40:16.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie. No, not that you pervert minds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm....I'm back....but not with a bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where was I?Ahh...right, snow. Snow is long gone and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;its almost spring officially. Somehow, I don't seem to understand the American season system. How can they exactly pin point the first day of some season in the calendar? Yeah i agree with all the sun, equator and bullshit. But, how?? is still the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, Springs' in. That reminds me of something. The highly famous H1-B drama and this year the news is out that the H1-B Cap is not full yet and USCIS is accepting petetions for both master's and general category. 'There is no lottery'!! Pheew! What a releif. If you are lucky enough to stick with an employer and get an H1-B petetion filed, you are sure to get an H1. Wait, there is stil a catch in it. A H1 for sure, IF you get through all the query bullshit. So, good luck on that folks.(including me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What else?? Yeah, after a couple of gruelling months, the Department of Motor vehicles and National Threat advisory board has finally decided that i'm not a saboteur of the American integrity and issued me a license(again :P) and let me register my car. Ofcourse, i had to go through a lot of ordeal, say, change my name on SSN, pay more insurance and garage my car for almost a month. Now, i'm officially Pandu Ranga(first name). Howwzat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And all you license holders, never get caught talking on the 'hand held mobile phone' while driving in NJ. Yes, the law enforcement officer can ticket you and an amount higher than you can get while caught speeding!! Thats right. It happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I earned $10. Yes, in a casino. Probably my first win in luck based games. Not that i've won a lot in skill based ones. :P . Yeah, it was during the Bachelors' party for Vishu in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Atlantic city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Let's wish Vishu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(my mentor, friend, philosopher and guide..to be read as bol-bachan-dene-wala, bakwaas-ideas-denewala and Vtech-aane ka- idea- denewala.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a happy and married life as he is getting married. (finally!!!) . Seriously, Vishu..you rock dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And yes, I have been pretty busy these days with all these things that i didn't get time to update. Don't beleive that, do you? You guessed right. I got lazy and didn't feel like writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now,i've done it and back to work i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You all have a great weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Comments?Thoughts?Questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/758649341948034388-8178894219827136310?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8178894219827136310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=8178894219827136310' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/8178894219827136310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/8178894219827136310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2009/04/quickie-no-not-that-you-pervert-minds.html' title='A quickie. No, not that you pervert minds.'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-7823133023825587096</id><published>2009-02-04T10:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:49:04.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with snow.</title><content type='html'>I didn't find any other title that would be apt for this. So bear with it. It's not a copy, it's just an inspiration. In my defense, i'd quote most of the music/film directors who would blatantly rip off some hollywood/arabic/german movies and present them as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to kick start from where I left, I was washed ashore after i was for a couple of months lost in the 'OPT extension storm'. As i was waiting on the lonely island for some rescue boat to appear and give me the news, I wondered and wished that something exciting would happen to tell you all about it. Then it happened. It snowed. Not that it wouldn't snow anywhere else, but it snowed here and i had the perfect mood to experiment with my Nikon D40 SLR in snow. I was hoping to do this since long time, but never really had the mood to do so. This time, it was perfect. I had the snow, I had the camera and I HAD THE MOOD. Perrrrrrrrrfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out in the snow and yeah it was snowing pretty heavily. Oh k, c'mon now people in far far north states of US need not shrug it off. I know you people are blessed with a lot of snow. And any people in Canada need not contest at all. I had a snow cover of 4 inches on my car. Now tell me if it was some snow. Of course, it was a pain to clear the snow off the car. All I could see was snow. Trees, bushes, houses, roads and even cars were totally white as if a canvas was ready for someone to paint.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT9zp2Y5I/AAAAAAAAIJE/jVy0DScu1DI/s1600-h/DSC_0032+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT9zp2Y5I/AAAAAAAAIJE/jVy0DScu1DI/s320/DSC_0032+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298999495369319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started off from the balcony and then moved on to the parking lots finally on to streets. I was experimenting various shutter speeds and ISO settings and am pretty much satisfied with some of the shots. Most of the trees were without leaves and it was pretty artistic to see the curvy brown branches covered with snow. It was like a black forest cake with icing and chocolate on the top. :) You can find all the snaps in this picasa link &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/vissu.dpr/SnowfallNJ3rdFeb#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT-HIxlLI/AAAAAAAAIJQ/XLzcUS6TPwA/s1600-h/DSC_0045+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT-HIxlLI/AAAAAAAAIJQ/XLzcUS6TPwA/s320/DSC_0045+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298999500599301298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT-aC_8aI/AAAAAAAAIJc/bo-0eEW6hNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0052+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT-aC_8aI/AAAAAAAAIJc/bo-0eEW6hNQ/s320/DSC_0052+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298999505675350434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was fine, but I couldn't shoot 'falling 'snow. I always wanted to shoot snow while it  was falling. I tweaked the camera controls, looked through google, but all in vain. Any of you know how do you shoot the snow flakes while in motion, please do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had some satisfying shots, my hands went numb. I had the snow gear minus the gloves. After a while, i couldn't feel my hands. My clicking finger wouldn't bend anymore.  It was then when i had to give up and prepare some hot tea for myself. Also, did I forget to mention that i was almost run over by a car while i was totally engrossed in shooting the snow and i never did notice that i tread on to the road?&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I was glad that i could put to use my camera after a long time, but the real pain started when i had to clean the car and go out to eat. The brakes wouldn't hold on the slippery road. I had to drive slowly that I would reach my destination safely. Ah! the next pain is parking. Snow parking regulations come into play.  I finally found one and could eat.&lt;br /&gt;One thing i've learned out of my experiments with snow is other than the fact that you can click some shots and play in it, there is nothing good about the snow. Yeah, bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments?Thoughts?Questions?&lt;br /&gt;&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/758649341948034388-7823133023825587096?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7823133023825587096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=7823133023825587096' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/7823133023825587096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/7823133023825587096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-experiments-with-snow.html' title='My experiments with snow.'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SYnT9zp2Y5I/AAAAAAAAIJE/jVy0DScu1DI/s72-c/DSC_0032+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-1371835374801231069</id><published>2009-01-16T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:10:13.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One not so important date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th January 2008.&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is so peculiar about that date?  You must be trying to recollect if something happened on this day. Yeah, this also coincides with the 'sankranthi' festival. But that's not what i'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just any other date for you people out there. For me, this was the date that has been haunting me since months. Giving me sleepless nights. Nope, nothing cataclysmic was supposed to happen to world that would put the very existense of our mankind at peril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That date was simply the last date of my OPT. And yeah, for all those out there wondering by now... Yes, it IS a big issue. Fortunately the 'considerate' United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS), which decides the fate of all poor souls like me who wish to live their dreams, has given us an 17 month extension of OPT. Great!!! But wait a minute..there is a catch in it. The firm has to be e-verified. Now say whats this?? This means firm which registers for this program would be monitored by the Department of Homeland Security for any illegal immigrants. So, if you can get hold of a firm which is ready to offer you employment and which is also e-verified, then you can  apply for your extension. Thats not the end of the story. From then on, your approval rests in the hands of the intellectual who might not even have a hint of what my masters is in, what kind of a job i do and how are they even related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This reminds me of the time we used to joke about our bacherlor's exams correction. If the evaluator was in good mood, even if you didn't write a single sentence with the least possible logic, you could score a top mark. I still wonder how i secured a pass mark in ' Finite Element Method'. That question paper was still a mystery to our professor himself. That day the watcher has given us full power to consult anyone of our friends within the classroom to scribble an answer in the answer sheet. No use. None of us had a clue what to write. Magic!! Everyone passed that exam. Thanks to our paper evaluators. I am certain now that they were in good mood that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I've done my part. Waiting for the USCIS to do their part. The day that has given me nightmares too passed me very smoothly. I don't feel that it was all that terrible. Afterall, it was just any other day. One of the many days on which I could come across some trouble. Just one more difficulty. There will be many more days with a new difficulty for selected for that day. Until that day comes, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;As they say, You can only prepare for the future, you cannot predict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments? Thoughts? Questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758649341948034388-1371835374801231069?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1371835374801231069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=1371835374801231069' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/1371835374801231069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/1371835374801231069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-not-so-important-date.html' title='One not so important date.'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-5669122909183925013</id><published>2008-12-31T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:30:52.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>సర్వం....శున్యం.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;స్నేహాన్ని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పంచావు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ప్రేమని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రుచి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూపించావు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;కల్లోలం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాలో&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;రేపావు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;కడకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఏ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దరికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేర్చేవో&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నాలోని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలుసు&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గమ్యం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గమనం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నిన్ను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేరాలని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రయత్నానికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దిక్సూచివి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బహుమతి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బలం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బలహీనత&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సగం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;కానీ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సర్వం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;జీవిని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బ్రతికించే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఊపిరి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ధైర్యం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసి&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ప్రియా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పిలుద్దాం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అంటే&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;మనసు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నన్ను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఆపింది&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;కళ్ళెం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వేసింది&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;మనసులోని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మాట&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెబితే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దూరమైతే&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;తలువలెను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఊసు&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;కానీ&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ప్రేమని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నేననుకొన్నాను&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;చెలిమి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నీవన్నావు&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;సర్వం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నీవనుకొన్నాను&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;సూన్యం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూపావు&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ఇక&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;బ్రతుకను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఒక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నిముషం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;సాగాదింక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;గమనం&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఎందుకిక &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రపంచం&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758649341948034388-5669122909183925013?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5669122909183925013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=5669122909183925013' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/5669122909183925013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/5669122909183925013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='సర్వం....శున్యం.'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-8856009871328731389</id><published>2008-12-11T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:27.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is all we make of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a poem written by one my very good friends, Mahita. Liked it a lot and asked her if i can put it up on my blog b'coz this is somewhat similar to my thought process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life comes at you fast and it only comes at you the way want to take it.  Its something like a formless amoeba. You can attribute what ever you wish for. You want joy? Wish for it. You want success. Wish for it. Don't doubt. Just hope. Even in the darkest corner, hope lets you see. Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is all we make of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is all we make of it&lt;br /&gt;Struggle for some, Luxury for some&lt;br /&gt;Smile for some, Tears for some&lt;br /&gt;Success for some, Failure for some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sing it like a song&lt;br /&gt;humming it all along&lt;br /&gt;Some get deaf by the cries and howls&lt;br /&gt;that tear apart our hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some learn to conquer it&lt;br /&gt;with hatred and poison&lt;br /&gt;Some learn to win it over &amp;amp; over&lt;br /&gt;with hard work and passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some learn to rise&lt;br /&gt;only when they have perfected their fall&lt;br /&gt;Some prefer to watch others fall&lt;br /&gt;while they climb on their  broken backs to stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we  make of our life&lt;br /&gt;is all in the choices that we make&lt;br /&gt;for we are only a drop in this vast ocean...called life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comments? Thoughts? Questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758649341948034388-8856009871328731389?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8856009871328731389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=8856009871328731389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/8856009871328731389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/8856009871328731389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-all-we-make-of-it.html' title='Life is all we make of it...'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-5669742419777811142</id><published>2008-09-25T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:05:53.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoax - slayed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hottest status message of people on their IM window or buzzing mail to be circulated among us -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Announces INDIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM as the BEST National Anthem in the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please forward this to all the Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PROUD TO BE INDIAN!...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; which is nothing but a internet rumour. I agree any national would feel that his/her national anthem is the best in the world. But a flash news claiming that UNESCO has officially declared this?? Isn't this a bit a too far? These internet spammers have tried to cash on our national spirit. Think once...an organization of such stature..why would it discriminate among its member countries and spark off a potential strife? After all its mission is to promote the feeling of unity amongst the makind and forge universal agreements on emerging ethical issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen this 2 weeks ago. As soon as i saw it, tried 'googling' it. No use. There was no news what so ever on this issue, even on the official site of so claimed UNESCO. I was wondering at the pace internet rumours and mail forwards circulate amongst us. And that too this rumour was nudging the Indian spirit in everyone. People couldn't resist but share the news/rumour without even verifying the fact. Result - mails spamming everyone's inbox. More information on hoax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/best-national-anthem-unesco.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, spam mails are not new to us. Remember, the ghost photo at Sunderbans, Karnataka, or a mail claiming that some crack head multi-billionaire is sharing his wealth and you could be a part of this if you forward the email or say ' Pass on the divine message from great lord. Do not break the circle, for you will suffer seven years of bad luck. Pass this on and you will win crores.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What crap. Are people such loopy to beleive in all this? I was frustrated at this kind of messages at one moment. I literally had to block my friends who usually send this kind of stuff. It could get on my nerves at times. C'mon friends lets show some responsibilty in forwarding mails to our friends. Do not play with peoples beliefs and sentiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Share. But do not spam. Even Unknowingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Comments? Thoughts?Questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/758649341948034388-5669742419777811142?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5669742419777811142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=5669742419777811142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/5669742419777811142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/5669742419777811142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoax-slayed.html' title='Hoax - slayed!'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-7851259073266377989</id><published>2008-09-24T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:25:40.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And after many many years......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd after many many many years.....the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'brat'&lt;/span&gt; returns to the workshop amidst seriously hectic work schedule, stressful chores and some fruitful trips. I was planning on to update my blog since ages. I know ..i know...there is not much of  a history to this blog that i can say ages. I've realized one thing, it is not easy to run a blog as it is to start one. Though i knew this from the very beginning, i assumed i'd never fall for that. Overconfidence, I guess. Actually, it is not tough to write but it is tough to get the initiative and pen it down or rather should i say key it in? To add fuel to the fire, along came a few weekend trips, some long workdays and a looooong awaited India trip, my blog took the backseat. Once i came back it seemed that my boss was having his revenge on me for the two weeks he let me off. I was made to work for 12 hrs a day straight for a week. For a moment i felt like i understood what my friends in IT companies complain all the time. Poor souls.. sometimes have to work on weekends too. I'm glad that there is no weekend work policy here in US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For those of you guys who do not know, i was in India for two weeks in the last week of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;India trip definitely filled new energy in me in spite of exhaustive two weeks i spent over there. There wasn't a moment i leisurely sat down and thought ' ahaaa...this is the moment!'. I was at the beach, my favorite place, only to meet up with some friend and only used it as a get together point to go elsewhere. So moral of the story....I definitely need more holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;India trip was a success in its own sense. After you spend time with your family and friends,attend a close buddy's marriage, a cousin's flash engagement, drive a bike which you are passionate about, and most of all get a positive break in some high priority issue that you have been pushing aside, can't you call that a successful trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On looking back at the trip, I'm glad that i met some old friends after years, sorry that i still could not meet some, thankful that there was some'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;' to run along with me, angry that it had to be over in such a short time and extremely frustrated at my painstaking journey. it would take up a whole new post to give details about the memorable travel experiences. I think i should feel good that at least the trip was worth the screwed up-travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A special thanks to my bro for having let me drive his priced possession, 'Royal Enfield Thunderbird' which he bought it all the way from B'lore to Vizag just for my driving pleasure. It was awesome experience to drive a bike that powerful. A ride on that beast simply pumps that positive energy in you showing as a gleam in your eyes and contentment on your face. You simply have to ride it to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel' &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well...that's it. My only point in today's posting was to let people know that I'm still in the rat race.I'm back. I hope that i can keep this tempo up and keep my readers updated. There are still lot of experiences to share. Watch out for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can have a peaceful sleep. Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P.s: No, I will not have maggi three times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Comments? Thoughts? Questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/758649341948034388-7851259073266377989?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7851259073266377989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=7851259073266377989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/7851259073266377989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/7851259073266377989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-after-many-many-years.html' title='And after many many years......'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-243175439383136934</id><published>2008-06-30T02:01:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:44:50.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungodly hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Agent Name: Vissu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;a.k.a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Devil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; idle brat a.k.a newbie blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Time: 2:00 A.M  Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Status :Caught on the crossroads of ' I'm not sleepy' and ' OMG, It's Monday tomorrow...I need            to get up early again!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that I'm not used to these  graveyard shifts, but off lately haven't seen the clock hands in this position. Trust me, the last thing you would want your employer to remember about you is that you are  a drowsy dullard. And I definitely can't afford that within my first six months, at least. I've been in this situation when my exam invigilator had to wake me up during my engineering first year exam. FYI, it was Engineering Drawing. Now, you tell me, what would you have done when you had to appear for and exam at 9 in the morning after your sisters wedding at 3 in the night? A typical Indian marriage,toil for a week before and after, brother of the bride- the last person to &lt;span&gt;receive but first to render &lt;/span&gt;services would be phrases i would pick to defend myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well,  luckily for me , that was the last exam and  had a great time  with the marriage crowd later. But couldn't avoid the lecturer giving me sly looks now and then during my four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35 blog views in a single day. I'm not much of this numbers man but,I would definitely consider that as a above average performance on my behalf. There were compliments, comments and suggestions flowing in from all directions asking me to do this..don't do that, try this and stuff. I'm really glad that I've got some friends to give me honest feedback. Many said that what i wrote was too good for a first timer and were expecting more like this. Now, this really increases my responsibility in the form of expectations which i am starting to enjoy. Ideas about what to write in my next article have been swarming in my mind all the time. I don't know if you can use the term 'adrenaline rush' for this, but if you can, I'd like to use it. All through the weekend i was rattling my brain for the next article, what to write? I was literally framing my sentences in my mind, erasing them, replacing them. Literally i was running a MS Word editor in my mind. I'm also glad that people could see a different 'me'. This blogger 'me' was always shadowed by the  lazy 'me'. It's payback time and revenge, my friends, is a bitch. In McDonald's way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'm Loving It!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I was thinking why didn't I take up writing earlier? I feel like i have a lot to write. Hopefully this josh continues all through my blogging episode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Agent Name:  Didn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Time:  2:47 A.M  Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Status: Caught on the crossroads of ' I'm not sleepy' and ' OMG, It's Monday tomorrow...I need to get up early again!!!', with and addition of ' Shit...It's 3 already, I better sleep.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments? Thoughts? Questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks to all who have had the courage of reading through my blog and post your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758649341948034388-243175439383136934?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/243175439383136934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=243175439383136934' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/243175439383136934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/243175439383136934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2008/06/ungodly-hours.html' title='Ungodly hours'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758649341948034388.post-9119899902915016669</id><published>2008-06-27T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:57:02.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?...What?...and  Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Who?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me. As simple as it can get. ME. Not you. But ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog. (read : a medley of my arbit musings). For all those who are familiar with the Harry Potter terminology, this is a sort of my 'pensieve'.A small window to my triumph, ecstasies, glum, mood swings, observations, experiences and what not. Wholly said...a bit of this..a bit of that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this small question cannot be answered as simple as that. Or can I? May be now is the time to mention that my blog's url is idlebrat and title is devil's workshop. You might have got an idea by putting the pieces together. Yes, you are thinking on the right lines. I'm just having some free time after my mundane chores and thought this blogging would help overcome the boredom. When your fourth grade teacher was talking about an idle brat's mind would be devils' workshop, this blog is exactly what she was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not convinced? Well here's a more logical explanation of &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of 'quarter life crisis'?. You know you are in it when you are done &lt;i&gt;achieving&lt;/i&gt; a Master's degree working for some xyz company in the so called 'abroad' staying all alone, having nothing to plan but the week ahead's grocery list. Its been sometime since I've been diagnosed with QLC. Not to worry. Not a serious problem. This QLC is prevalent in the men and women of age 20+ and below 30.The only cure that research could identify for this is 'just don't have any free time'. I have prescribed myself the medication of hosting a blog and exterminating the 'plague' out of my system.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the bright side, I can see my urge to show the world how i feel about things. How i see things. How i like to do things. How i hate some movies. A sincere attempt to bring MYSELF out. Don't be alarmed that this guy is damaged beyond repair. I am very much sane and I think logical. (Is what i feel)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been sometime since I wished to write a blog. But to get over my inherent inertia and get lazy ME to work? It takes some effort. Not to mention sandy’s influence to start up something like this. I guess he himself does not know this. Coz I’ve never talked to him about this. But, how could I let go off the untold ‘competitive’ bond between us. In school we always used to compete for our ranks and always ended up with adjacent ranks. If I win the race one time, It was him the next time. This time he has taken the lead in the blog episode. Here you go my friend, the race is on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There, I've answered my questions correctly. Hope all you chaps have a great weekend even after reading this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Comments? Questions? Thoughts?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758649341948034388-9119899902915016669?l=idlebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/9119899902915016669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758649341948034388&amp;postID=9119899902915016669' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/9119899902915016669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758649341948034388/posts/default/9119899902915016669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlebrat.blogspot.com/2008/06/whowhatand-why.html' title='Who?...What?...and  Why?'/><author><name>vissu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16034714607198052694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0JQc22dhJdk/SGZyRpUnzGI/AAAAAAAADzs/tlI9ccWbC1U/S220/DSC_0073copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
