<?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-23185304</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:44:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown eyed one</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-116058602057440633</id><published>2006-10-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:09:27.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself and how??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I knew that history always repated itself. However, I never realised that it could even repeat in some matters which are as silly as clothes. Let me begin with the history and then come to how it repeated itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The history- I must have been four years old when my mother and I had gone shopping. We went to a shop which we used to haunt often. After a lot of looking, my mom chose a yellow coloured "middy" for me. There was another piece of the same "middy" but it was blue in colour. As blue was my favourite colour at that time, I promptly chose the blue one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom felt that the blue was a little too gaudy and she asked me to take the yellow one. However, stubborn that I was, I insisted on having the yellow middy. Me and my mom argued for nearly 30 mins. Finally, my exasperated mom just brought the yellow "middy" and dragged me out of the shop. I was so hurt, that I refused to wear the dress. I remember telling my mom that I would just burn the dress rather than wear it. In the end, my mom had to boost my ego to make me wear the dress. She made me wear the frock and made me stand in front of the full length mirror. She said that I looked very pretty in it. I guess only after that I got convinced that frock was really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now coming to how the history repeated itself. It happend before my engagement. As per the custom, the engagement sarree is given to the girl by the in-laws. My mother-in -law had brought two sarrees one was a yellow one with red border and the other one was blue in colour. My mom- in- law asked me to choose one among the two. I somehow felt the blue sarree was brighter than the yellow one and I said I wanted the blue one. But then again, my MIL asked me to take the yellow one. I again stood by the blue sarree. My MIL finally agreed. After a few days when my mom had been to visit my in laws. There, my MIL showed both the sarrees to my mom and asked her to choose. As usual, my mom also liked the yellow one. And then again, I was made to take the yellow sarree. I wore the sarree on my engagement. Everyone appreciated it. And yes. It did boost my ego!!! These days I'm beginning to doubt my selections. So much for history repeating itself!!! HUMPH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-116058602057440633?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/116058602057440633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=116058602057440633' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/116058602057440633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/116058602057440633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/10/history-repeats-itself-and-how.html' title='History repeats itself and how??'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-116048892421909796</id><published>2006-10-10T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T07:02:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/28/28359gsg00nidg7.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is not worth living until you have someone to die for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life is not worth dying once you have someone to live for!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange. Is'nt it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-116048892421909796?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/116048892421909796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=116048892421909796' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/116048892421909796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/116048892421909796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/10/strange-but-true.html' title='Strange but true'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-116006275987857410</id><published>2006-10-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:40:40.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Folks!!! I'm back after a long break again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite busy since the 23rd of September. With S leaving for Nairobi on the 29th and My mom and my Sis visiting and my Grandfather's ill health. Thankfully everything has fallen in place now. My Grandfather is feeling much better and S has settled in Nairobi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days between 23rd Sep to 30th Sep were quite hectic as I to manage my time with S as well as my mom, Sis and grandparents. I was out with S most of the time. It was either Packing or Shopping. Whew!! I had never shopped at Jayanagar so much as I did with him. Since I have never travelled abroad, I did'nt know how it all worked. So I could not be of much help to S while he was packing. However, it was quite learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read some where that Departure was a Sweet Sorrow and I came to know what it was when I seeing him off at the airport. He just looked at me in the eye and said "bye" and was gone. All of a sudden the long conversations and the lunches and dinners came to a stand still. These days it's just two SMS' or an e-mail a day. It's difficult to manage that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these things, what really made me feel very bad was that I could not spend enough time with my mom and sis when they were here. How could I when I was away from 11:00 am to 11:00 Pm? But this is something that I would regreat as all the three of us are miles away from each other. I hope that I get another chance where I can spend atleast a week with both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot of people are asking me about my marriage. Well, there are two dates that are set. One is on the 30th of Nov and the other is on the 15-Feb-2007. So it all depends on how soon S would settle in his job and how soon he would get leaves. So ultimately, my marriage rests on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That about it now. I will try and update my blog as regularly as possible. ;-) CIAO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-116006275987857410?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/116006275987857410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=116006275987857410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/116006275987857410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/116006275987857410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-folks-im-back-after-long-break_05.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115815710021318093</id><published>2006-09-13T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:45:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after engagement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I apologize for not having able to post anything since my engagement as life has not been the same both personally and professionally. My grand father is suffering from Allergic Bronchitis and even work has become very hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my engagement ceremony, it went very well. There were about 130 guests some whom I knew very well. Some who were just aquaintances, some who were introduced but are now forgotten. And yes, I did'nt goof up on anything thing as I had thought. Infact, I felt very confident and very composed somehow. However, at the end of it me and S were both tired and ecstatic. S said that it was love that was arranged for him. All in all it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is not the same after my engagement. It is not as carefree as it used to be. Now I have to manage being at two places at the same time. I seem to be spending all my weekends at his place more than mine. I have not taken a walk or seen a hindi movie since I met him. I mentioned this to S and he said that if I had to take a walk then it would be to his place. It was then that feeling of being engaged really hit me. I have nothing to complain about this. If I was taking walks alone earlier, today I ride the bike with him. If was watching a hindi masala movie earlier, I am watching a romantic classic with him today. The only thing that really bothers me is that I've still not got used to depend on him. It is definitely taking a lot of effort for me to depend on someone whom I've known for just a month now. I guess I will have to work harder on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even S is leaving to Nairobi on 28th of September and boy I've already started missing him. We are trying to spend as much time as possible with each other. I wish we both could have gone together. However, this separation is something that both of us have to face. If anything it is for a better future. But still, four and a half months seems to be too long. Way too long. I really don't know how I'm gonna manage this. But I don't see any other go. I hope I would be able to manage with the 10 minute conversation every week and an e-mail a day from him. SHUKS!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115815710021318093?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115815710021318093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115815710021318093' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115815710021318093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115815710021318093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-after-engagement.html' title='Life after engagement.'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115708737781851804</id><published>2006-08-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:09:37.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115708737781851804?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115708737781851804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115708737781851804' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115708737781851804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115708737781851804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-for-day_31.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115692079139651230</id><published>2006-08-29T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:53:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do in so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With my engagement just round the corner (03-Sep-2006), I feel that my life has tuned topsy turvy. Even though the hall and the caterers have been booked, and the invitations have already gone out, there is still so much more to do apart from that. I have'nt shopped for my fiance's clothes, and for the things required for the engagement ceremony. Even, my Saree is not ready as yet. All of a sudden, I'm finding 24hrs to be very less in a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On top of this, I'm already nervous about the engagement ceremony as I'm not aware of all the traditional protocols involved. Yesterday, my grandmother was telling me some of the things that I should be aware during the ceremony. Like I should put my right leg forward when stepping the pedestal, etc. etc which made me all the more nervous. To top it all I have the fear that I might drop the ring and goof up the whole thing. Shuks!!! What a worry wort I am. I was telling S that we would have to Rehearse our engagement before the D-day. I'm just praying that the whole thing will work out fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com" title="'Myspace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/5/5915px0lkdzha4.gif" width="359" height="12" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&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/23185304-115692079139651230?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115692079139651230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115692079139651230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115692079139651230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115692079139651230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-to-do-in-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do in so little time'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115674536099348245</id><published>2006-08-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:10:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganesh Chaturthi Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/ganesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/ganesha.jpg" 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/23185304-115674536099348245?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115674536099348245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115674536099348245' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115674536099348245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115674536099348245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/ganesh-chaturthi-wishes.html' title='Ganesh Chaturthi Wishes'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115617930009254852</id><published>2006-08-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:45:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/46/46318qhva59ph16.gif" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been long since I have posted something. So much happend during the past 12 days that I did not get a chance or the time to post anything in my space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If anyone would have asked me how was life 15 days back, then my answer would have been a standard "good". But now my life is simply great and I seem to smile a lot. The reason being, I met the guy with whom I would be spending the rest of my life with. It all happend so fast that I'm still in a daze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was all arranged by one of my Aunt on Independence day. We exchanged a few pleasantries and I found him to be very courteous and nice. I said the same thing to my Aunt. After that, a meeting was arranged between his family and mine and the next thing I heard was that my engagement would be taking place on 3rd of September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I met him on Independence day, I don't know if I would be loosing my existing freedom or gaining a new kind of freedom. I'm hoping it's the latter. Amen!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115617930009254852?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115617930009254852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115617930009254852' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115617930009254852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115617930009254852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115530086651304625</id><published>2006-08-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T05:54:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/noname.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/noname.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Be more concerned with your character&lt;br /&gt;than your reputation,because your character is what you really are,while your reputation is merely what others think you are.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115530086651304625?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115530086651304625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115530086651304625' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115530086651304625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115530086651304625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115510761820087658</id><published>2006-08-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:13:38.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Zolan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/pic5.jpg" 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/23185304-115510761820087658?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115510761820087658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115510761820087658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115510761820087658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115510761820087658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-of-zolan.html' title='More of Zolan'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115502556969191535</id><published>2006-08-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T04:04:36.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="'myspace" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/21/21007ku4jsttkme.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back after a long weekend. Pity I could'nt post anything about it yesterday as I was very busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all Let me wish all the Bloggers a Belated Friendship day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend beagan with a a great news. My sister has been ranked 23rd and she has been chosen for the Masters degree in Biotechnology in Manipal. Gosh!!! I was so happy when I saw that. I would have done a cart wheel if I could. After that, I felt that I had wings and I went shopping with my grandmother. I shopped for the whole day. Ok. I don't wanna think of money that was spent at the end of the day. But I enjoyed the Satuerday thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday was quite. I just spent the time at home. Watched Fanaa. I felt the movie was just about ok. Did not invoke the patriotic feeling in me. Went for a long walk in the evening and then saw Desperate housewives and Law and Order. After all the this, I reluctantly ended the weekend with my beauty sleep!!! All in all a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115502556969191535?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115502556969191535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115502556969191535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115502556969191535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115502556969191535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-blast.html' title='Weekend Blast'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115460944695072324</id><published>2006-08-03T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:46:49.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com" title="'Myspace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/20/20977le6u6qhnr3.gif" width="309" height="300" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am writing this because I have to face the issue of identity crisis on an everyday basis. I've often been called as a Punjabi, Bengali, Tamilian, Marathi, a Telugite, a Muslim, a Christian, everything except, a Kannada brahmin girl. Even yesterday the Auto Rikshaw guy said that I looked like some north Indian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People think of me as a Punjabi or a Marathi from the way I look. They think I'm a Bengali by my first name. I've been thought to be a Tamilian by my last name. And when people see me talking in Telugu they think of me as a Telugite. Ofcourse when I move about without a bindi, I become a Christian or a Muslim. When I actually explain that I'm a Kannadiga, there's an exclaimation!!! Now I really don't know if I have to feel happy or sad about this. I guess from now on, I should follow my friend's sugession and just be an Indian!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115460944695072324?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115460944695072324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115460944695072324' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115460944695072324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115460944695072324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/08/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity Crisis'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115409490782268721</id><published>2006-07-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:55:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/karan.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/karan.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know if anybody can recognise the man in the photograph above. I know that the photograph is not very clear but he is one marvellous mass of masculanity.He used to sizzle the small TV screen in the 1980's via the Bombay Dyeing Ad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is none other than the veteran actor Shashi Kapoor's Son Karan Kapoor!! I guess that explains the good looks. I remember the way he used to set the screen on fire along with Lisa Ray. Boy!! did they make an awesome pair? I don't know why but he never appeared in any other advertisements apart from Bombay Dyeing and one movie with Dharmentdra called Lahoo or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think any of today's male models can match up to his good looks. Even though his stint was with television and the hindi Cinema was very small, he did leave a mark!!! I guess thats what made him so unforgettable for me!!! *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115409490782268721?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115409490782268721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115409490782268721' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115409490782268721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115409490782268721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-know-if-anybody-can-recognise.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115383612038987209</id><published>2006-07-25T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:03:09.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my baby sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling very blue now!!! and to add to my woes, I'm feeling very sleepy as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling blue coz my sister left for where-ever she had come from. She just stayed with me for a week. It seems like a week long fun and frolic all ended abruptly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss the way she used to tease me. I miss scolding her, her laughter and the long walks with her. In short I just miss her. How I wish she were here for some more time. But I love her too much to hold her back as she has her studies to concentrate on. I just hope she gets whatever she is aspiring for. However, I still miss her and still wish that she was with me now, teasing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="47" alt="'myspace" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/5/5947angiu91s6q.gif" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115383612038987209?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115383612038987209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115383612038987209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115383612038987209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115383612038987209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/missing-my-baby-sis.html' title='Missing my baby sis'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115319669258914002</id><published>2006-07-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:26:14.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="'myspace" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/8/8679b6mvbu2k0l.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That picture above describes me so well. I think I have mentioned earlier that I am very sarcastic and I have a very sarcastic sense of humour. Some of my close friends understand that very well and they don't mind my sarcasm at all. However, it's not the same with strangers or people whom I don't know very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There have been instances where I've been very sarcastic with some sales girls. It once happend that I had accompanied my friend to the mall. One of the sales girls there began to sell one of the products to me which really put me off. I just told her that I had enough sense to decide what to buy and asked her not to pester me!!! That girl was flustered and I did'nt care one bit. My friend said that was very rude. But I just could'nt help it. It came out very spontaneously. I really don't know what makes behave that way. But I guess that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115319669258914002?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115319669258914002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115319669258914002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115319669258914002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115319669258914002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-me.html' title='So Me!!!'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115314359138265622</id><published>2006-07-17T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:46:42.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atlast my darling's here!!! Well well... by darling I mean my sister. After a long wait she arrived yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The estimated time of arrival of the bus was at 14:30 hrs. So I decided to leave home by 13:50 hrs so that I could reach the bus station by 14:20hrs. However, as luck would have it, I was stuck in the most horrible traffic jam ever. I was on a stand still for nearly 20mins. much to the irritaion of me and ofcourse my sister. My sister had already arrived by the time I reached the bus station. I was fuming when I was walking on the platform looking for my sister. However, the moment I saw my sister's face, all the anger disappeared. Gosh!! I had missed her so very much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were talking non-stop. It was like catching up on the 3months during which we have not been together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some how my heart seems lighter and I seem to smile a lot with her aound!!! Am I lucky to have her????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115314359138265622?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115314359138265622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115314359138265622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115314359138265622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115314359138265622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/arrival.html' title='The Arrival'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115279242217721113</id><published>2006-07-13T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:07:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic16.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic16.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Pic15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Pic15.0.jpg" 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/23185304-115279242217721113?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115279242217721113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115279242217721113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115279242217721113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115279242217721113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-angles.html' title='Little Angles'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115255011946957957</id><published>2006-07-11T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T07:53:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Madam Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This lady is the cutest witch ever. She is the creation of Walt Disney and she is simply called as Mad Madam Mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love her as a kid (I still do !!!). My mom used to jokingly call me as Mad Madam Mim and I would repeat that as Mad-duh Mad-duh Mim. Infact, my mom still calls me Mad Madam Mim if I'm too nasty at times. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/mim.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="'myspace" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/5/5955acl8r3uwr3.gif" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115255011946957957?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115255011946957957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115255011946957957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115255011946957957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115255011946957957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/mad-madam-mim.html' title='Mad Madam Mim'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115254856919412100</id><published>2006-07-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:23:38.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best gifts that can be given</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was something that I had read years ago and I thought it was worth a space in my Blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best gift that can be given to a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... Support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best gift that can be given to an enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best gift that can be given to a mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...to do something that can make her look at her son or daughter with pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best gift that can be given to a father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...to excel in the father's profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't remember where I had read this. But I feel that everyone should practise giving these gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="'myspace" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/17/17275tcfn298lzd.gif" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115254856919412100?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115254856919412100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115254856919412100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115254856919412100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115254856919412100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-gifts-that-can-be-given.html' title='Best gifts that can be given'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115219394441065083</id><published>2006-07-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T06:56:26.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the smokers out there...</title><content type='html'>I got this picture from one of my colleagues as a forward. Just check out the ceiling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com" title="'Myspace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/5/5955acl8r3uwr3.gif" width="393" height="40" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115219394441065083?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115219394441065083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115219394441065083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115219394441065083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115219394441065083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-all-smokers-out-there.html' title='For all the smokers out there...'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115210023726193411</id><published>2006-07-05T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:13:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something wrong!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that there is something wrong with me. That is what I can say about myself now for I am behaving like an absolute Dodo!!! I'm messing up with my colleagues's names. I call B as H and H as B. My colleagues have started reffering to this as my "ailment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though this was not enough, I called this cute guy whom I was trying to impress, by another name altogether. SHUKS!!! I really don't know what he must have thought. But I sure am embarressed. :-( All I can say now is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="58" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1/1175pdpvb22wst.gif" width="500" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115210023726193411?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115210023726193411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115210023726193411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115210023726193411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115210023726193411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-wrong.html' title='Something wrong!!!'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115184890444246910</id><published>2006-07-02T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:01:44.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition or mere coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking a lot about my sister on Friday evening. Infact, I mentioned about her to one of my friends. I even thought about her when I was going to sleep. Then on Saturday, I went to the super market to buy some stationary. For some reason I was tempted to buy Ice Cream. I normally don't take Ice cream unless there's some special occation or celebration. I just ignored the temptaion and continued shopping for the stationary. And then, when I was paying the bill, I got a call from my sister. She had called to tell me that she had passed graduation in flying colours (90%). I was thrilled to bits!!! I'm so happy for her. She is the most wonderful gal in the world and I wish all the world's best for her. And yes. I did buy the Ice cream to celebrate her success. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115184890444246910?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115184890444246910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115184890444246910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115184890444246910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115184890444246910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/07/intuition-or-mere-coincidence.html' title='Intuition or mere coincidence?'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115097965798277138</id><published>2006-06-22T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T05:42:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God made Little Gals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God made the world with its towering trees, majestic mountains and restless seas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then paused and said, "It needs one more thing." Someone to laugh and dance and sing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to walk in the woods and gather flowers, to commune with nature in quiet hours.&lt;br /&gt;So God made little girls with laughing eyes and bouncing curls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when He'd completed the task He'd begun, He was pleased and proud of the job He'd done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the world when seen through a little girl's eyes greatly resembles paradise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/untitled6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="398" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled6.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115097965798277138?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115097965798277138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115097965798277138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115097965798277138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115097965798277138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-god-made-little-gals.html' title='Why God made Little Gals?'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-115045836663966834</id><published>2006-06-16T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:51:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Ball Fever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Image(045).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/Image%28045%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was a Picture that I took on brigade road on 10-Jun-2006 on Brigade Road. It is a giant foot ball made of fibre glass and it is rested on a car. My first impression was that, the ball had fallen on the car by accident and damaged the car totally. Only after taking a closer look, I realised that it was a publicity gimmick!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-115045836663966834?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/115045836663966834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=115045836663966834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115045836663966834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/115045836663966834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/06/foot-ball-fever.html' title='Foot Ball Fever!!!'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114951619764535314</id><published>2006-06-05T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:03:17.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could'nt help but laugh my heart out when I saw the picture below...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114951619764535314?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114951619764535314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114951619764535314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114951619764535314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114951619764535314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-couldnt-help-but-laugh-my-heart-out.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114916790759516086</id><published>2006-06-01T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:18:39.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Internal - Believer - Empowered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You feel your life is controlled internally.If you want something, you make it happen.You don't wait around for things to go your way.You value your independence and don't like others to have control.&lt;br /&gt;You are a true believer in luck, fate, and karma.You believe that life is a game of chance - not a game of skill.You either consider yourself very unlucky or very lucky.No matter what, you don't feel like you can change the hand you were dealt.&lt;br /&gt;You have a good deal of power, but you also know the pecking order.You realize that working the system does get you further.You know who to defer to and who to control.When it comes to the game of life, you play things flawlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Three Dimension Luck and Power Test&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/23185304-114916790759516086?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114916790759516086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114916790759516086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114916790759516086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114916790759516086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-internal-believer-empoweredyou.html' title=''/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114916506424302990</id><published>2006-06-01T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T05:31:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#9cdcdc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty highly.You're completely devoted to your friends and family.Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;You value honesty a fair amount.You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it.If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it.In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity."&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;You value generosity a fair amount.You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;You value humility a fair amount.You tend to be an easy going, humble person.But occasionally your ego takes over.You have a slight competitive streak - and the need to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Values Test&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/23185304-114916506424302990?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114854205130225188</id><published>2006-05-24T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T06:11:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have brown eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a Leo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name in Sanskrit means "happiness"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pet name in Kannada means "mine"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like to be called "baby"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I behave exactly the way I want others to behave with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I simply devour books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was, am and I will always be in love with Phantom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite colour is Red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a kid I hated studying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hated maths or anything that had to do with numbers in school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't like to study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However, I am studying MBA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love poems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a bad temper which I keep loosing constantly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find reading therapeutic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was a loner as a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy soltitude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't feel uncomfortable in crowds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am extremely choosy about friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I guess I'm a bit of both then&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot hide my emotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always wanted to paint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have walked the ramp twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favouite food is curd rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can have curd rice any time of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite cartoon character is Donald duck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a huge collection of books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can think of something and burst into laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot mince my words &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a very sarcastic sense of humour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I have not travelled much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in love at first sight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worry a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot familiarize with strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't give my cell number to many people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I often go on a movie binge &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My greatest fear is to be reliant on someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hated school as a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did'nt socialize with other kids in school till I was nine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I collect book marks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I collect pens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm greatly influenced by my mother's teachings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I practice whatever she has thought me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I consider my sister to be the best gift given to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister is my greatest necessity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy the company of my grandmother a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I abhor smoking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never tried drugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kind of go gaga over Rekha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate lying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very bad at lying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get hurt by deceit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always admire people who say what they mean and mean what they say&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be a workaholic whenever I feel like it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be lazy too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get turned on by intellectually stimulating conversation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm posessive by nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like it when my private space is intruded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tone of my voice changes when I'm busy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to be a travel agent once upon a time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have done some counselling too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I was working with discovery travel and living channel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can live off street food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can never rush through my morning coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think I can ever go on a diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to shop. No matter what it is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love clothes. Period!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the exclamation mark!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amitabh Bachhan has been my favourite actor since the age of 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My meal can never be complete without curds/butter milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love ice creams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like chocolates but I'm not chocaholic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a problem of insomnia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know driving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my feet were a bit smaller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like chinese food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am religious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get very annoyed when people disturb me when I'm reading/ whatching movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love spicy food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love fairy tales. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always loved Enid Blyton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not photogenic!!! How I wish I was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like reading non- Fiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to keep my hair squeaky clean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I carry the pictures of my mom and sis with me constantly!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jealousy is the last emotion that I can feel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm scared of needles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm scared of crossing roads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I was taller by an inch or two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am intuitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy mysteries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just love me!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114854205130225188?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114854205130225188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114854205130225188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114854205130225188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114854205130225188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/05/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things about me'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114750639490858972</id><published>2006-05-13T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:46:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I had written for my mother about 5 years ago and I would like to post the same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I speak with my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the words are always yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I work with my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the touch is always yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see thorugh my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the vision is always yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk with my legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the path is always yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM!!!&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/23185304-114750639490858972?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114750639490858972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114750639490858972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114750639490858972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114750639490858972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day-wishes.html' title='Mother&apos;s day wishes'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114723649183074460</id><published>2006-05-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:49:07.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="&lt;a href=" type="text/javascript" b="bWM9dGlnZXIuc3dmJmNscj0weGZmOTkwMCZjbj1zdHJpcGVzJmFuPWJyb3duIGV5ZWQgb25l"&gt;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9dGlnZXIuc3dmJmNscj0weGZmOTkwMCZjbj1zdHJpcGVzJmFuPWJyb3duIGV5ZWQgb25l&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;adopt&lt;/a&gt; your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114723649183074460?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114723649183074460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114723649183074460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114723649183074460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114723649183074460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-pet.html' title='My new pet'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114723214471998698</id><published>2006-05-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:35:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings for my Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/sisters1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/320/sisters1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading my sister's &lt;a href="http://mallu11.blogspot.com"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I was compelled to write this for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel like killing you. But I can kill for you.. anytime!!! Love you a lot mals!!!&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/23185304-114723214471998698?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114723214471998698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114723214471998698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114723214471998698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114723214471998698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-feelings-for-my-sis.html' title='My feelings for my Sis'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114706169719154641</id><published>2006-05-07T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:29:56.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last two days were simply great. Just because, I did everything that I love doing. Namely, reading, watching movies, catching up with friends, shopping, long walks, etc etc. And I managed to do all of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/200/Rang_m.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw The national treasure on Star movies. I felt the movie was amazing with awesome performance by Nicholas cage. I also saw Rang De basanti. The movie was great and very thought provoking. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/200/wallpaper68.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/wallpaper68.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/Rang_m.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/wallpaper68.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/wallpaper68.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/410257.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/200/410257.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the best part of my weekend was that, I had an hour long conversation with an ex- colleague who is now a friend. She said that the office did'nt seem the same without me and that she missed me. It was very touching. I did'nt know that people can miss me that badly as well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to meet most of my grand uncs and aunts. The evening with them was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse, I cannot forget the delicious dishes that was cooked by my grandma just for me. It was just like icing on cake. Whew!!! what a weekend that was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114706169719154641?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114706169719154641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114706169719154641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114706169719154641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114706169719154641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-weekend.html' title='A great weekend'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114654353927121323</id><published>2006-05-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:22:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal DNA report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=WdkEGsPytaBrArR-OI-AEDAD-3752"&gt; My Personal Dna Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114654353927121323?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114654353927121323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114654353927121323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114654353927121323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114654353927121323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-personal-dna-report.html' title='My personal DNA report'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114502151497215951</id><published>2006-04-14T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:44:27.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The are a few of my favourite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandparents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poetry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paintings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Davidoff Cool water perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mango Shake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smell of wet soil after rains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking bare feet on wet grass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The mid night conversations with my mom/ Sis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jewellery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red and brown lipstics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kajal/ eyeliner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice creams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving e-mails from friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreaming of building and decorating my own home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking coffee while reading/ Watching TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sidney Sheldon and his books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remembering a long forgotten incident and bursting into laughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remembering my school days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teasing my sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking at my sister's baby pictures and feeling proud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugging my grandmother after a long day at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paani Puri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walnut and apricot scrub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "cat walk" sandals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My single pair of jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue jeans and white shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kabir/ Rahim Dohes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Romantic poem of Lochinvar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to my favourite song on my way to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister's giggles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The occasional look of pride on my mom's face when she looks at me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending time with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossiping with my girl friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phantom/ Disney and Archie Comics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Ganesha idol Collection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cheese sandwhiches prepared by me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking long walks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping/Window shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pedicures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amitabh Bachchan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going gaga over Rekha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom's nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amul's masti dahi/masti chas -Just yummy!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People complimenting me on my new Salwar Kameez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming up with new designs for my Salwar Kameezes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The movie "Black"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remembering birthdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk Shows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books by Enid Blyton &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Keep Sakes that's gifted to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anne Geddes' Baby Pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cycling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going back home for holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ecstatic look on my sister's face when of her favourite thing is brought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandmother's Kheer (simply awesome!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Macaroni prepared by my sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book Marks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quotes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound of moving water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovery Travel and living channel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunrise &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chikmagalur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sketches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying things for my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold Milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee prepared by me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going back to work after a long weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My loved ones calling me up just to say that they miss me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom and Jerry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garden Fabrics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving and receiving gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew!!! that was long list of my favourites!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114502151497215951?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114502151497215951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114502151497215951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114502151497215951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114502151497215951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-few-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='The are a few of my favourite things'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114500076405067000</id><published>2006-04-14T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T05:56:04.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Dr. Raj Kumar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/rajkumar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/320/rajkumar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would want to pay my last respects to Dr. Raj Kumar who passed away two days ago. I have been a great admirer of his acting skills since as long as I can remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have grown up watching many of his movies. And I remember going ga ga over his performances in Bhakta Kumbhara and Babruvahana. Mind blowing movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, for a great actor that he was, I believe that he deserved a more dignified and peaceful last rights instead of all the chaos. I feel that his death should not have resulted in so many other deaths and injuries of so many others. Those injuries and deaths could no change the fact that Dr Raj was not amongst us anymore. I felt it was very disrespectful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He will forever be remembered through his power packed performances. May the soul of this great actor rest in peace!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114500076405067000?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114500076405067000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114500076405067000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114500076405067000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114500076405067000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-bye-dr-raj-kumar.html' title='Good Bye Dr. Raj Kumar'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114373349644779185</id><published>2006-03-30T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:34:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/ug17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/320/ug17.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all the blogger community A VERY HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS UGADI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114373349644779185?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114373349644779185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114373349644779185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114373349644779185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114373349644779185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/03/ugadi.html' title='Ugadi'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114321511039465863</id><published>2006-03-30T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:25:01.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence of newspapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/newspapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/400/newspapers.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An argument that I had with my grandfather today inspired me to write this. It was as usual, about my habit of reading newspapers. Well I have to admit that I am not at all good in reading newspapers. Well actually the truth is that "newspapers dperesses me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate my statement, the News on the front page itself is filled with so many depressing news, that I can't even think of reading the rest of the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt that the Newspapers have the ability to influence the moods of the reader. If the news on the front page itself is filled with murder, robbery, rape or other equally gruesome facets of life. I am sure it makes the reader feel that our country is not capable of anything except commit these ghastly acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that these gruesome facets of life should not be displayed in the Newspapers at all. What I am saying is that these realities of life should be displayed in the right manner. By right manner, I mean that these facts can be displayed in the middle sheets of the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading somewhere that an Iranian newspaper, instead of printing the statistics of the soldiers killed in war on the front page, had published an article of a man who had created a green paradise out of the destert. Now that is what I call journalism. Articles like that can inspire not only me, but also so many others to just get out of the couch and take the world by storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this kind of journalism is practised then I am sure, no kid would think that Moslim league is a soccer team or give a blank look if the name of Neil Armstrong is mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114321511039465863?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114321511039465863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114321511039465863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114321511039465863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114321511039465863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/03/influence-of-newspapers.html' title='Influence of newspapers'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114268951687035120</id><published>2006-03-18T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T05:45:16.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the saying goes, "all good things have to come to an end". On 16-Mar-2006 the beginning of my end of tenure with my present employer began. It would mark the end of two and a half glorious years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the past two and a half years I have experienced success, failure, happiness, sadness, etc, etc. By working with this organization, I have learnt a lot on professional as well personal levels. This company has given me whatever I had aspired for and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently I am feeling excited and elated coz I have been chosen by another organization for a better position and a better pay. However, I am also feeling down as I have to leave a company that has been a forum of learning and some great experiences. And ofcourse, I can never forget the wonderful people without whom I would not have had such memorable experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through this post, I want to thank all my superiors and my peers who have made my two and a half years of tenure seem so worthwhile. I want to wish them every good fortune that the almighty has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you All!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114268951687035120?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114268951687035120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114268951687035120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114268951687035120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114268951687035120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginning-of-end.html' title='Beginning of the end'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114237952217950747</id><published>2006-03-14T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T06:09:25.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ten greatest necessities</title><content type='html'>The following are my greatest neccesities. My survival is almost impossible without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Sister:&lt;/u&gt; She is the anchor of my life and my best friend. It's unfortunate that her studies and my work keep us apart. But not a day goes by without talking to her. I just have to share everything that I did on that day. Sometimes, I just call her up to say that I slept for 10hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Mom:&lt;/u&gt; We are more like companions than mother and daughter. I think it is because she is so child like. We discuss everything under the sun and even fight like cats and dogs. But she is one person without whom I would not have been what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Grandmother:&lt;/u&gt; I have to say that I am very fortunate that I have such a fabulous Grandmother. She is 76 years old and yet so energetic. My life would be in chaos without her. She keeps track of my finances, my purchases, my clothes, and she also accompanies me when I am shopping. A very strong woman indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Work:&lt;/u&gt; I would be nothing without my work. My job has provided me more than the monthly pay. It has given me my identity. It has given me an opportunity for me to put my creativity and my knowledge to good use. I would be completely lost without my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My friends:&lt;/u&gt; I am very choosy about my friends. I have a handful of them. However, I know that they are for life. They have been there for me to encourage me when I am feeling depressed and they are also there to bring me back to reality if I am flying too high. They help me keep my head firmly on my shoulders by being brutally honest. I certainly can't do without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coffee:&lt;/u&gt; I just have to drink coffee after breakfast. And that too in my Nescafe' mug. It's only after this cuppa that I get the energy to get up and rush for work. I know it sounds bizzare but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Internet:&lt;/u&gt; I just can't do without the internet. I'm not addicted to the extent of shopping on the net. However, the net helps me in keeping in touch with my friends who are spread all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My cell phone:&lt;/u&gt; Though I don't like to talk too much on the cell, I simply have to have my cell simply coz it helps me be in touch with my best friends, my mom, and my sis. I simply have to talk to them have to talk to them. These days, I feel it's almost become an extension of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Books:&lt;/u&gt; I am voracious reader. I just devour books. I find reading a therapeutic hobby and I carry books everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Money:&lt;/u&gt; Well well, that does not make me money minded. But having money in my wallet always makes me feel secure. And ofcourse it helps me provide all the good things of life for my loved ones as well as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the 10 things without which I can't do without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114237952217950747?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114237952217950747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114237952217950747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114237952217950747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114237952217950747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-ten-greatest-necessities.html' title='My ten greatest necessities'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114147694793793298</id><published>2006-03-04T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T04:55:47.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>Who am I? Well this question really sets me thinking. Because, I am sitll discovering who I am. I guess the best answer would be I don't know who I am as yet.&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, I am a credit analyst. The best part of my profession is that, I toy around with millions of dollars each day. I guess that's the reason I am not bored with my job as yet.&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Bangalore. The silicon valley, garden city, glamour hub, etc, etc. and presently working in Bangalore as well. I must say that this place, apart from having a great weather, has some of the most amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;My world revolvs around my Sister, my mom, My grandparents, some friends and my books. I am extremely choosy about my friends and my books.&lt;br /&gt;My hobbies include reading, watching movies, listening to music, numismatics, shopping, walking, dancing, meeting new people, blogging, ufff the list is never ending. I guess I should give up.&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud vegetarian by chance and by choice. I abhor smoking. I begin to cough even if someone smoking a mile away from me!!! And I am a teetotaler. And I don't like using elevators unless I have to climb more than 6 flights of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;One other thing about me is, I have rotten temper which I keep loosing quite often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114147694793793298?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114147694793793298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114147694793793298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114147694793793298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114147694793793298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/03/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23185304.post-114116437866958321</id><published>2006-02-28T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:06:18.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After reading a lot of blogs and even posting a few blogs on Yahoo 360 I decided to continue blogging on blogspot. I hope to make my blogs interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23185304-114116437866958321?l=browneyedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/feeds/114116437866958321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23185304&amp;postID=114116437866958321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114116437866958321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23185304/posts/default/114116437866958321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browneyedone.blogspot.com/2006/02/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>The Brown eyed one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/2370/1600/171c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
