<?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-18222289</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:31:57.710+05:30</updated><category term='Friend'/><category term='education'/><category term='travel'/><category term='memories'/><category term='My bike'/><category term='wierd'/><category term='hmmm'/><category term='society'/><category term='books'/><category term='sports'/><category term='god'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='100'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='absolutely nothing special'/><category term='Forgiven'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Austere Autopsy of Life!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Stupidity and humility never seem to stop in the path of life!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3470350935531230420</id><published>2010-03-12T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:58:06.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There should be a time in life, when you say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Enough!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3470350935531230420?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3470350935531230420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3470350935531230420' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3470350935531230420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3470350935531230420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3394335255889772332</id><published>2010-01-27T00:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:16:58.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Loud silence</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the last seat of a bus, on the way to bangalore. I am writing this with good new rahman music blarring in my head, on my mobile. The way technology has invaded our life will be saved for another post. This will be another attempt to show off my philosophical abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently made a spontaneous trip to a place called kemmangundi. Its a good 300 kms from bangalore. The plan was to find a place for lunch. And we ended up driving all the way there. The way spontaniety turns me on. Nothing can ever give me that adrenaline rush. Me being a teeny weeny bit frustrated with work, i would be ecstatic if i could get out of there. I want to feel that confidence. Of course i can survive! But the aim is not survival. Thrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inability to stay focussed on one thing continues to drag me down from every attemp i make to do something for the betterment of future! i'm 23. I keep it a habit of declaring my age now and then helping me remind myself that 'now' is the time to do things to do things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way my posts have gone down; its not that i'm busy, its just that things stopped happening. I did not have anything to say or talk about. This piece of space has seen my good and bad times. I've been in love, i've had/have friends who even understand the words my eyes talk, i've worked my ass off to the extent that my roommates doubted my existence, i have been forced to quit - not literally. What more can possibly be there in the bag? Has my life just turned into the back wheel of a cycle on stand? Going in cirles. Why has it become totally un-interesting? Dont I have to do something about it? Would i be able to do what I wanna do? Hmmmm... im sure, i'll have more questions 2 years from now and no answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Irrelevant topic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3394335255889772332?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3394335255889772332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3394335255889772332' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3394335255889772332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3394335255889772332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/loud-silence.html' title='Loud silence'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2496931881103138539</id><published>2010-01-06T22:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:25:41.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Naice!</title><content type='html'>Today, I sorted my winamp playlist, by most played, and listened in order!&lt;br /&gt;Was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, my very recent favorite viva la vida came 1st in the list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2496931881103138539?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2496931881103138539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2496931881103138539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2496931881103138539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2496931881103138539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/naice.html' title='Naice!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-797699464720092935</id><published>2010-01-05T23:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:39:25.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ah!</title><content type='html'>Here I am. Back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to make excuses like "writer`s block"! LOL! Although I told that to a lot of people when asked. Of course, they grinned. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Its 2010 already! I have this crazy superstition. Yeah yeah! I know.. I am an atheist, I dont believe in God and all. The thing is, I have alternate screwed up years. 2006 was screwed. 2007 was good. 2008 was f**ked up again. 2009 wasnt great, but it wasnt bad at all. Now 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep exactly at 11:55! And my record of non-alcoholic new year still continues. Although, I had rum chocolates. wonder if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight! Work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a very serious attempt at an mba in a very good school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Socialise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have passion for one thing and do it with all the zest and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to write more. This is what comes to brain now. Will definitely write more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-797699464720092935?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/797699464720092935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=797699464720092935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/797699464720092935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/797699464720092935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah.html' title='Ah!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6962301302277665916</id><published>2009-08-23T01:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:30:02.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>I, strange as it may sound, was reading my own old posts the other day. And I found &lt;a href="http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/facts-and-fiction.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Check out the 2nd point in fiction. Why did I ever say that. I felt so so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clear my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ravi moved in with me 1st, he continuously threatened me that he will leave me alone and go to chennai. So, him being with me forever was a fiction back then. And i have been feeling really bad about it since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... thats feels a bit lighter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6962301302277665916?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6962301302277665916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6962301302277665916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6962301302277665916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6962301302277665916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8222449853816484590</id><published>2009-08-17T13:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:39:04.928+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waaw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03FP89WAlrs/SnykPgoCICI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-phI5V3y8no/s1600-h/one_lovely_blog.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03FP89WAlrs/SnykPgoCICI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-phI5V3y8no/s320/one_lovely_blog.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345442281627682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03FP89WAlrs/SnykPRIQ_gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QE3963uPEvo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03FP89WAlrs/SnykPRIQ_gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QE3963uPEvo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345438121852418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The last time I was even remotely related to an award was in 2007 in anna university where I was a whisker away from a shining new Moto Ming phone(Guys dont laugh). And thanks Adi!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your current obsession? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fraction of the Whole - By Steve Toltz. Amazingly crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What are you wearing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very boring grey shirt and brown pants. Formals! Office dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What’s for dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely some place exotic. Friend in town!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What’s the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Webcam. My sister wants to see me! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For some wierd reason, American pie by Don Mclean. The very old version.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi! Outrageously talented Writer. More of a fan then a follower.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence, Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;If I was in chennai, AC! Now that i`m not, and summers dont feel like summers here in bangalore, cant think of anything. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Chicago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Which language do you want to learn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say Russian or german. But let me 1st learn hindi properly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What’s your favourite quote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality Continues to ruin my life! - Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Wisdom is nothing but cleverness with all the guts thrown out. - Source Shantaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Who do you want to meet right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it has to be a celebrity, Natalie Portman. She would probably wanna marry me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What is your favourite colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear Red a lot. But it is black.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maroon striped shirt which I picked up from fab india. I love their shirts!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is your dream job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO! or maybe Chariman!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What’s your favourite magazine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Reader`s Digest. But I dont read it much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably a business phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fashion is really not my thing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What would you do if you have a time machine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go too far back in time. Just about 6 or 7 years and I would have made myself be in a position to choose an alternative career.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Describe your personal style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual. But I`m improving on that. I am wearing good formals for functions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What are you going to do after this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halucinate. At work an no work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What are your favourite movies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V for Vendatta. For Natalie Portman and the dialogues. Anbe Sivam obviously. The Dark Knight. I loved public enemies. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can’t live without? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live without them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What inspires you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you remember, if you looked back ten years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Its from an awesome Tata Safari Ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What do you carry in your bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lappie! Zune, My hard disk, a small notebook to make notes, a couple of pens, and a webcam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Yes I am a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have nothing to wear. Even if my closet is empty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Coffee or tea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Baby! Nicotine All over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music man! And maybe watch an episode of scrubs. It really helps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What is the meaning of your name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grand dad gave it to me. I hate it big time. But nevertheless It is my name. It means Prasadam from the lord Ram. Irony - I`m an aethist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Which other blogs you love visiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot. But nowdays not finding enough time to keep track.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Favourite Dessert/Sweet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulab Jamun. Kesari by mom. Anytime plain vanila ice cream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Favourite Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter. Sigh! Wish it snowed in india.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would make crappy microwave coffee. Bru! Which is actually not bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. What’s your current mood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Work. Bored.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. One book/movie/song that made you sit up and think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fountainhead &amp;amp; Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand (Adi! I copied.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;Respond and rework – Answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, and add one more question of your own. Then tag eight or ten other set of people.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share these awards and tag….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reni-thelittlesmallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Reni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachanak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rach!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kadhalvirumbi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Navaneethan! Time for you to write something in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebucolic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Such!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Such I wont say Lovely blog, but i atleast want you to write something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8222449853816484590?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8222449853816484590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8222449853816484590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8222449853816484590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8222449853816484590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaw.html' title='Waaw!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03FP89WAlrs/SnykPgoCICI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-phI5V3y8no/s72-c/one_lovely_blog.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7000008320463221405</id><published>2009-08-03T00:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:46:57.924+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>You!</title><content type='html'>Why did I disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;The question should be why did I return?&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is, well like a normal person, I have something normal to write about.  Finally!&lt;br /&gt;There is hate, unhappiness, stupidity and people shouting at the top of their voices, everywhere around you. Like a good music player with a good collection, creating voidness in your head, making you forget the polluted wind blowing through you hair; just a thought of the friend giving you a hug, with a smile on the lips, and absolute love in his heart; makes the inconvenience go away. The poke of his collar bone telling you, reality does not just ruin your life, its actually not as depressing as the life of a skunk stuck on a railway track with a train nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of such a friend is leaving for the US now(literally), even after my repeated persuasion in different ways. I cant say I will miss you. For I have always missed you. I dont know how the bond tightened after college. It is probably the loss or the gain or the repeated humiliation of ourselves. I have recently caught up with the habit of getting inspired by people. And even before this habit started I was inspired by you. You are one of the greatest friends I`ve had. Thanks! and irrespective of the answer to the question of his existence, God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be on the board of directors of my company. Consider the offer. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you man! (in a totally non-gay way obviously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7000008320463221405?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7000008320463221405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7000008320463221405' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7000008320463221405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7000008320463221405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/you.html' title='You!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8717399546481350472</id><published>2009-05-01T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:05:03.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dogs bark! Show the finger and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8717399546481350472?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8717399546481350472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8717399546481350472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8717399546481350472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8717399546481350472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-650376492774471981</id><published>2009-03-23T00:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:37:25.072+05:30</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things about me!</title><content type='html'>One more tag! This time by &lt;a href="http://outofequilibrium.blogspot.com/"&gt;Equi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25 random things about me! 25 is a huge number. Its gonna be a while. There will be like 10 points which would probably be obvious, if you have been reading my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont forget good things that others have done to me. However insignificant they are. And, I also dont forget embarassment, whatever may have been the impact of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to think/wall stare a lot. But now I dont find time for that. I miss those activities. Probably thats why my blog posts` frequency has come done drastically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I`m 22, single and I can do whatever I want! No one can say anything about anything I do." This is what I said today morning while shaving, and ended up with a ridiculous style. (I removed it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love movies. Any kind! Favorite being Anbe Sivam(Obviously).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those embarrassing moments which I dont forget; I think of them when I drive the bike to work. I cant stand the thought of it and I scream. I just scream. I`m thinking of getting a punching bag to relieve the pressue of embarassments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I`m a hypocrite. I dont believe in God. But encourage ppl to believe in God. I say ego is the most important thing in the whole world. I still say it is. But, I dont seem to have much of an ego myself. I realised this recently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to mention this. I love my nephew. The recent bonding that happened when my sister was here. I miss him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get high on those momentary satisfactions. Like getting an output at work, or helping a blind person crossing the road, or taking my parents out for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently I have started feeling like yesterday happened so long ago. Days go by fast, but yesterday feels like a week before. Probably coz, I do a lot of things in 1 day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a great fan of Rahman. Right from the 1st song he composed. I used to be so confined with his music. But now I have enhanced my playlist. Contains a lot more different genres of music. But still Rahamn Rocks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This blog used to be my punching bag, when I started it. It helped me a lot to get rid of my frustrations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love writing. I`m obviously not a professional. I dont know fancy words. But I like words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I`m a workaholic. There are 2 things a human needs. Money and sex. For both, we have to work for it. Nothing wrong in being a workaholic.(food is a subset of money)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love eating. Whatever it maybe. I can eat and eat and eat. That explains my horizontally inclined physical structure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant find topics to talk to a stranger. I just cant say "lovely shoes! where did you get them? oh! that shop! thats near the other shop where I get my jettys!".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my friend Ravi. I wouldnt have, if he had gone to US for studying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my friends. I seem to have made very few good friends after college. And now, only my college friends are my life.(All guys! Damn you!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss being with my sister. Life would`ve been lot more comfortable if she was around. Before the trip she knew nothing about me. But now she knows everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every crude injustice thing I see on TV; I dont get annoyed or angry. It just astonishes me the brilliance of the accused. I guess I was born to be a serial killer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I secretly love the attention I get; at work or wherever. I just tend to be proud of myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get influenced by people. I work with 2 brilliant minds and I already consider them as my mentors. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant really think of what will happen tommorow. I just live today. Actually, I just live now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to love water. But, now I love fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was long. I tag none. Let this finish with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-650376492774471981?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/650376492774471981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=650376492774471981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/650376492774471981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/650376492774471981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random things about me!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7919120665570651852</id><published>2009-03-16T08:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:57:30.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag-a-thon 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A series of tags! This ones by &lt;a href="http://rachanak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rach !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about food!! he he...(evil!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. One dish you can crave for any given time of the day/ night/ situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It astonishes me! Theres nothing in particular! I`m a simple food lover. I eat anything from bread, butter and jam to a full meals... anytime anywhere. I wont mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  One dish you'd never had and would love to regardless of the expense? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lobster. It always looks tempting. but never had the company to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;People are turning vegetarians. And, I cant eat the whole thing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Most expensive dish you've ever had?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is karimeen pattichathu. Something which I had recently. I think, the outrageous price was coz of the restaurant. The dish was awesome too! I dont remember the name of the restaurant. And i dint pay for it obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Most bizarre dish you've ever seen or tasted? Like totally blown your socks off! Makes you gag every single time your lay your eyes on it. (Hope you've got the point by now: P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing is more bizarre than the karnataka Sambhar. jaggery in sambhar!?? Doesnt make sense! Other than that, I dont get intimidated by the way a dish looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your poison?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food! I eat quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. One a lonely rainy day, your sitting cozily on your sofa, you'd crave for?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot Chocolate! Or Amma`s coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. First forbidden savory you'd crave for while you've been sick? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dont restrain myself from having anything even when I`m sick. Though, if mom is taking care of me. I get only idly and curd... So I`d just crave for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your all time favorite TV snack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haldiram`s Bhujia Sev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. On your first ever kitchen experience you prepared:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosa. The first time it came well. Every other time the shape was all screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. After a tiring day at work/ college/shopping/loitering you'd loved to come home to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway tuna sandwich! Come on! I live alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. A cuisine your most comfortable with:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Home!and of course american and italian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. A snack which you loved A LOT back when you were a kid and still love it till date?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;fry yums! cheap and outrageously hazardous. Dripping with oil! That was all i could get of the 5Rs I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. A dish which your mum makes/ used to which you simply adore? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lots of them! the garlic chutney, buttermilk kozhambu, tamarind kozhambu, ladysfinger sambhar... honestly lots more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Most expensive dish you ever had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What you're eating RIGHT NOW? or had immediately before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing. Just finished eating the idlys amma packed for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just when you thought it was all over...BONUS! (Don't cha love em?) ;)*16. Your friends are coming over on short notice. You have half an hour. How would save your dignity by being hospitable and feed your friends? (Considering you can't take them to a restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the apparatus set up to ake anything. I`ll have to order something. And of course! you think they are gonna come to my place for the food alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool that went smoothly. I wonder how that always happens when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;And I tag none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7919120665570651852?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7919120665570651852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7919120665570651852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7919120665570651852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7919120665570651852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag-thon-2.html' title='Tag-a-thon 2'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3200499518316119406</id><published>2009-01-29T22:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:57:54.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The lunatic is on the grass...</title><content type='html'>I quit my job!&lt;br /&gt;I`m committing a suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy right now!&lt;br /&gt;I`m eventually gonna die of a deadly disease.&lt;br /&gt;I`m finally momentarily satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I`m so dependent.&lt;br /&gt;I`m smiling!&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;I`m a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;The child has grown.&lt;br /&gt;The dream is gone!&lt;br /&gt;I have become comfortably numb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Inappropriate title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3200499518316119406?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3200499518316119406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3200499518316119406' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3200499518316119406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3200499518316119406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunatic-is-on-grass.html' title='The lunatic is on the grass...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7371683630384421830</id><published>2009-01-10T23:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:55:31.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;All that you touch&lt;br /&gt;All that you see&lt;br /&gt;All that you taste&lt;br /&gt;All you feel.&lt;br /&gt;All that you love&lt;br /&gt;All that you hate&lt;br /&gt;All you distrust&lt;br /&gt;All you save.&lt;br /&gt;All that you give&lt;br /&gt;All that you deal&lt;br /&gt;All that you buy,&lt;br /&gt;Beg, borrow or steal.&lt;br /&gt;All you create&lt;br /&gt;All you destroy&lt;br /&gt;All that you do&lt;br /&gt;All that you say.&lt;br /&gt;All that you eat&lt;br /&gt;And everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;All that you slight&lt;br /&gt;And everyone you fight.&lt;br /&gt;All that is now&lt;br /&gt;All that is gone&lt;br /&gt;All thats to come&lt;br /&gt;And everything under the sun is in tune&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no dark side of the moon really. matter of fact its all dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Courtesy Pink Floyd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I can relate to this song so much?&lt;br /&gt;Its unanswered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7371683630384421830?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7371683630384421830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7371683630384421830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7371683630384421830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7371683630384421830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4994000554129029284</id><published>2008-12-25T23:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:11:25.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Well, I have changed the template...&lt;div&gt;Change is a good thing, maybe the best of things and good things never die....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if the new template create a problem, especially the playlist thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs are pretty soft, definitely wont make heads turn in your offices, so i guess it`ll be okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4994000554129029284?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4994000554129029284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4994000554129029284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4994000554129029284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4994000554129029284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1028365198271676827</id><published>2008-12-20T23:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:06:25.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As it is...</title><content type='html'>The facts being facts...&lt;br /&gt;Good things are good...&lt;br /&gt;Bad things are bad...&lt;br /&gt;no bad thing happens for good and&lt;br /&gt;no good things happen for bad.&lt;br /&gt;when something good happens... feel good...&lt;br /&gt;when something bad happens... face it...&lt;br /&gt;Things are as it is... you and I cant do anything about it...&lt;br /&gt;There is no hidden reason for things to happen... things just happen...&lt;br /&gt;No... its not even close to being a poem...&lt;br /&gt;Just a bunch of incomplete sentences and repeating words...&lt;br /&gt;Just a self consolation/motivation of a sleep deprived individual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oohaysue.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is my friends photo gallery, which made me smile after sometime... Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1028365198271676827?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1028365198271676827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1028365198271676827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1028365198271676827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1028365198271676827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-it-is.html' title='As it is...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6165209670700204134</id><published>2008-11-25T20:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:03:38.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Endless Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;There  seemed to be a faint light at the end of the tunnel. He extended his  hands, pointing it to the dot of whiteness. Being used to the balance  of his life, the path ahead was too rocky for him. He wanted to lean  on the tunnel wall and rest. But he was afraid that he might fall asleep.  He kept remembering that he should not fall asleep, as he leaned on  the wall and closed his eyes. The moment lasted for a moment. Then,  like death, he had memories flowing around his head. The vision of the  ghosts he saw in his childhood dreams. The anxiousness when his dad  came home. The beauty of the morning sun. The ridiculous education.  The awesome winter rains. The parent teacher meetings. The mom`s kisses,  the sister`s hugs. The friend fights. The first crush, the first rush  of blood coz of lust. The futureless present, the past less future.  The recognition of beauty. The realization of music. The first college,  the first love, the first break up, the first screw up, the first moment  of satisfaction, the first moment of complete dissatisfaction, the first  job, the first salary, the first roommate, the loss of the first roommate,  the tears, the pain, the unrealized love, the unforgettable moments,  the beauty of a child`s smile, the innocence of a child`s tear, the  love from the family, the days in no man’s land, the days of exploiting  labor, the crooked way to where he was. He remembered everything. He  did not cry. He knew he hasn’t seen the worst and best of things yet.  He stood up and walked. Towards the light. Extending both his arms,  hoping to grab someone or something along the way. He walked to the  ends of the endless tunnel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6165209670700204134?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6165209670700204134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6165209670700204134' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6165209670700204134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6165209670700204134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/endless-tunnel.html' title='The Endless Tunnel'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4630196499186816147</id><published>2008-11-07T16:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:35:42.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There are only 2 happy moments in a person`s life. One is the birth and the other is the death. The time in between is just the vague memory of the person when he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4630196499186816147?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4630196499186816147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4630196499186816147' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4630196499186816147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4630196499186816147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4592714913862030048</id><published>2008-10-13T10:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:21:02.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://advitiya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adi&lt;/a&gt; has tagged. Quite a number of tags nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee &lt;/span&gt;- Cant live without. I`ve already told this. Caffeine is like nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;- Puts me to sleep on sleepless nights. Sleep is divine, something which brings sleep to us is godlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television &lt;/span&gt;- Keeps the mind blank. Doesn't allow me think. Which happens to help me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Office &lt;/span&gt;- Yes you all know that I am a workaholic. I stay at office at least to play ping pong. I`m just addicted to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies &lt;/span&gt;- I watch all kinds of it. Even the crappy ones. But the good thing is, I know a crappy one when I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it!&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag &lt;a href="http://reni-thelittlesmallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;reni&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thebucolic.blogspot.com/"&gt;vignesh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4592714913862030048?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4592714913862030048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4592714913862030048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4592714913862030048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4592714913862030048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4801514735561571988</id><published>2008-09-26T16:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:43:54.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;People, relationships, career and money are part of our lives. We can lose them for life, but not lose life for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4801514735561571988?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4801514735561571988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4801514735561571988' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4801514735561571988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4801514735561571988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-5683183329338013349</id><published>2008-09-26T10:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:01:50.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enemies of Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Time is something which is far superior than anything in the universe. If you believe in god, time is more powerful. Time can be good and bad. It can kill and heal. We are fighting time. We want it to go back, but it wont. We want the time to be fair to him, us and them, but it wasn't and it is not. We are fighting it with all our strength and power. The time is not fighting back, I stays still, giving us excruciating pain. But we continue fighting, we will fight till the end of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; We are fighting, we know that. I realize that when I give up my cot for mohit to sit and study; when I hug mols after he comes out of the kitchen praying, when I stand there at the door of his room and watch sriram sleeping, at the same place where he had slept a week ago; it was a week, and week is time, we are fighting time. We don't pray blindly asking him to come back. Its not fair to get over it and forget it. Its not a break up. It gives a reason to be normal for sometime and cry, it is something which we have to learn living with. It is something like a deadly disease which will never leave us, we will eventually die of it, but we will live with it. We and all of us who knew him will have to live with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; The incident hasnt taken away my belief in god. It just has strengthened my unbelief in god. Our fight will continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For your information : Ravi, my roommate had gone to hampi with his office colleagues on Friday. On Sunday morning, when he tried to take a bath in the tungabatra river, he got washed away by the current of the river. People around tried to save him, but he got drowned. We weren’t able to find his body till Monday evening. His parents had arrived there and the formalities and the cremation was done at hampi only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;R.I.P - Ravi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-5683183329338013349?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5683183329338013349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=5683183329338013349' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5683183329338013349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5683183329338013349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/enemies-of-time.html' title='Enemies of Time...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8853680744552383927</id><published>2008-09-24T15:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:19:20.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, Whatever!</title><content type='html'>About the tagger: This tag was from &lt;a href="http://aninosaintlife.wordpress.com/"&gt;kenneth&lt;/a&gt;. How can I miss this? moreover, its a good way to think about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aw crap, your iPod’s jammed on one song! And you won’t be able to get it fixed for a week! What song do you hope to christ it’s stuck on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You learn that your new cable package has the Anytime Movie Channel! Which movie do you immediately flick to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Certainly Anbe Sivam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You walk in the front door and smell dinner cooking! What makes you go, “Oooh, I like that!”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think it will be anything which mom makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favourite season?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter! I`d prefer it being snowing. I could go out without protection to feel the chill, the pain and then realize that I`m still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favourite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And your least favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could be anything in the world when you grow up, what would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve grown up already. And, I`m me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your pet peeve? C’mon, you can tell us! What makes you go, “ARGH!!!!”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally… Which celeb makes you go all fluttery and swoony whenever you see a picture of them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. I dont allow anyone else other than myself to make me go all fluttery and swoony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great! Now it’s your turn to tag some of your friends for this thing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to... &lt;a href="http://reni-thelittlesmallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;reni&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thebucolic.blogspot.com/"&gt;vignesh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8853680744552383927?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8853680744552383927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8853680744552383927' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8853680744552383927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8853680744552383927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-whatever.html' title='Tagged, Whatever!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4867117221323666439</id><published>2008-09-06T14:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:33:13.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How does it feel?...</title><content type='html'>I`m 22, still a single, certified workaholic, favorite employee for the boss, no life what-so-ever and a loser in the making. I cant do much about being 22. I`m a single, and I have a excuse, which is "I cant tolerate dumbness". Workaholic - I have to work hard against it; since that also involves working, I`m not inclined towards it. Favorite employee for the boss, I had to answer a lot of peoples' question of how "I" can make such impressions on people. The easy answer was, that he is a bigger moron than I am. No life, hm mm... . A loser in the making; summarizes the whole scenario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m a dead man walking. I hate what I`m doing, but still I`m doing it. To make it sound more stinging, I am addicted to do what I`m doing. Though I wish I could work like this for something which makes more sense than an organisation getting more money out of it. People keep on congratulating me for becoming a sadistic moron(though the guy in my room wont approve of it) or my success at work. Its really a sad story, that I`m sitting in my office on a lovely september bangalore afternoon on a saturday. And as I think about all this, a song echos in my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan:&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;to be on your own...&lt;br /&gt;with no direction home...&lt;br /&gt;like a complete unknown...&lt;br /&gt;like a rolling stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does result in a feeling. A feeling in my stomach. A kind of feeling in which things from my head are running down to my stomach. It between good and bad; awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4867117221323666439?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4867117221323666439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4867117221323666439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4867117221323666439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4867117221323666439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-does-it-feel.html' title='How does it feel?...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3877445864497405696</id><published>2008-08-02T14:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:53:28.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Rat Race</title><content type='html'>It was a cold evening. I was wearing my jacket. It had rained that afternoon, so road was wet. I was listening to Lucky ali - Yeh Dil Deewana hai. I was engrossed to the song that i totally forgot that I hadn't moved an inch for about 5 minutes. When i did realize, I wondered, why it was so abnormal. I hadn't seen that kind of a traffic congestion in a lifetime. Why was it so weird and irritating? I dint realize. It was 7:15 in the evening. Thats when I realized, that was the 1st time in about 5 to 6 months, that I had left office on a week day, "that" early. And, Bangalore was bound to have that kind of traffic at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had been working my ass out for that long. I`ve never imagined myself working that much. To be very honest, no one ever has imagined "me" work that hard. Not that I have some time for myself, I`m planning to study something and go ahead with life. I've been telling people, with an evil look that, I want more money. And, I`ve been willing to do anything for it. I cant believe I also am falling into the shell of earning money, wanting more, getting more and still wanting more. The life, the professional life, has not given the openings for me to do what i want to do. And, to point out the mistakes i did, I very, very lately realised what i want to do. I`ve become a serious contender in the Rat Race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3877445864497405696?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3877445864497405696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3877445864497405696' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3877445864497405696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3877445864497405696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/rat-race.html' title='The Rat Race'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-5800508203318584858</id><published>2008-07-30T11:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:55:54.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Motivation never seem to come from the hard working person you like or who is your friend. It rather comes from a person whom you dont admire, when he/she rises to a greater level. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*It has made me start studying for Gmat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-5800508203318584858?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5800508203318584858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=5800508203318584858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5800508203318584858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5800508203318584858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-480760168700326444</id><published>2008-06-07T21:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:57:37.162+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten things I miss about Chennai/Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beach!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound of the AC thermostat going “click”, when I’m half asleep at 2 or 3am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet on the table, Pink Floyd casting their spell, looking into the monitor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hours and hours of wall staring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The numerous, midnight freak out places. (It’s not always about the booze!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bike rides, with an attire to be worn in Antarctica.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long naps on the open book.(more of a college student thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delicious mangoes. I know I’m still in India. But, the pleasure of sitting in front of the TV and sucking on a cold mango seed on a Chennai summer afternoon. WOW!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rare rain. And the temptation to get wet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beach! Oh I’ve already listed that. The teleporting thoughts while I sit and watch the waves.&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/18222289-480760168700326444?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/480760168700326444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=480760168700326444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/480760168700326444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/480760168700326444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/ten-things-i-miss-about-chennaihome.html' title='Ten things I miss about Chennai/Home.'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-188090152287327839</id><published>2008-06-05T10:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:13:02.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stating the Obvious</title><content type='html'>It is nevere ever forgivable, when I say I have been working my arse off, and coz of that I havent been writing anything in this space. To be very very honest, I have opened the 'New Post' page atleast a coupla times and sat right there, wondering what I should write. The same is the case now. I have no idea what I should write about. It`s been a long time since I used this space. But, absolutely nothing has happened from then till now. Life is absolutely stagnant, no forward nor a backward movement. I`m staring straight into the tunnel, which has no end. And believe me, it is pretty damn dark in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have brought my dad`s car to Bangalore. Diesel price has been increased. I, not contradicting with universal opinion, accept the fact that, bangalore traffic is quite annoying, especially when you use a car. But, the climate is awesome and with good music in the car, and if you are not in a hurry, then you can always live happily with a car here. Again, with the hike in the fuel prices, I might just contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For quite sometime, I have been wanting to write about the things I notice when I go on a long walk on the airpot road. But, by the time i started writing, I had stopped taking one of those walks. This is an absolutely non-sense post, with a non-sense title. But, Heres a start. I`m not gonna leave this place. So, expect more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-188090152287327839?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/188090152287327839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=188090152287327839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/188090152287327839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/188090152287327839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/stating-obvious.html' title='Stating the Obvious'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4968783193518928210</id><published>2008-04-12T18:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:20:01.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There is a tiny difference between a good guy and the bad guy; the good guy has the fear of being seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4968783193518928210?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4968783193518928210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4968783193518928210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4968783193518928210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4968783193518928210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1116461780511837529</id><published>2008-03-30T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:21:48.888+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You dont live to work, but you work to live!!&lt;br /&gt;    Where is the life???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1116461780511837529?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1116461780511837529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1116461780511837529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1116461780511837529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1116461780511837529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8341962183609132260</id><published>2008-02-27T10:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:07:37.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It feels like heaven when you realise that, you had earned the sip of coffee you drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8341962183609132260?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8341962183609132260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8341962183609132260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8341962183609132260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8341962183609132260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1887547155181040806</id><published>2008-02-13T18:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:01:55.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Void,NULL....ahhh, the head hurts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/R7LvROBaKvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ar3mYT7oscQ/s1600-h/EndFriendship_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166454801648200434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/R7LvROBaKvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ar3mYT7oscQ/s320/EndFriendship_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=fbcccc5c46&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11812ebda690f1e5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The voidness prevails! I have nothing to write, though I think a lot! I am sitting in my office, in my spare time, the little which is there, and writing this on the love telling/rose giving eve! No, I’m not going to write about my confusions about being un-committed again. This is going to be about another relationship all-together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Over the years of watching and learning, and getting hurt and learning, and finally getting screwed and learning, I have developed immense immunity towards things which would normally put normal people into an advanced state of depression. This immunity rocks! Seriously, it makes you feel like “GOD”! It feels like its been a decade since I got depressed and its been a fairly good journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, this immunity apparently grew to a fair level and I started getting immune to people. I never really cared for what others around me, directly or indirectly related to me thought about me. I do have a group of friends who are pretty much similar. But, you know, crazy things happens sometimes which makes me wonder that, “Am I a normal human being, just like others?” . But most of the time when I wonder, I answer myself, Dennis Leary style! “Naah! I’m an a**hole!”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, you talk to a friend, a good one, who might just “care” for you. You don’t care a damn, you don’t put what that person says into your head, but, you know that, the soul is a good friend of yours! You are in an awkward position where you just receive and you don’t give. And, having been immune for so long, you don’t even know if you have to give or not. You just don’t know what you have to do, and basically end up confused. I guess the best way is to be the way you have always been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a bit of a stupid post! I ask a question and answer it myself. But what the hell, after a long break I’m writing something, so forgiven for whatever I write!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tataz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Live and Let Die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1887547155181040806?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1887547155181040806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1887547155181040806' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1887547155181040806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1887547155181040806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/voidnullahhh-head-hurts.html' title='Void,NULL....ahhh, the head hurts!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/R7LvROBaKvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ar3mYT7oscQ/s72-c/EndFriendship_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-411137545638250556</id><published>2008-01-31T22:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:11:03.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The impact a book you read makes is so enormous that  it makes a difference in the whole of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-411137545638250556?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/411137545638250556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=411137545638250556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/411137545638250556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/411137545638250556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2167471784570810097</id><published>2008-01-17T23:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:48:03.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Singilinium!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/1091142979_16d91ebf0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/1091142979_16d91ebf0d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single-hood is good! just beautiful! I have no regrets whatsoever! I`m leading an absolutely happy life being a single! I ain`t complaining about it at all! Okay! Now I have the liberty to say the following stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was talking to a friend, who apparently was pretty frustrated about being a single and he so desperately wanted a girl friend. I asked him if he was serious! Something like this coming from a guy like him, who apparently cared a damn about girls was surprising! Okay, now i understood that he was pretty serious! I asked him what the hurry was. We apparently had all our lives. Then he said something which was so so pathetic! "Age is catching up dude!"WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, then reality knocked the door! Yes age was catching up, not physically, I`am just going to be 22 from being 21! That does make a difference! Yes, apparently, right there, in front of my eyes, each and everyone of the individuals i know either get committed or gets married! I have no idea how it makes them feel, but it does make me feel old! I used to love the days when I can frankly say a girl that she`s dumb! Now I`m called a male chauvinist! Which doesn't bother me much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was talking to the same friend of mine, and we were talking about how every single girl we come across is either dumb and stupid and how all the smart girls are seriously committed. And when I was cribbing about how everyone I know is committed now, to another friend of mine, she says, "its the age!. Everyone tends to get committed or get into a relationship in early 20`s whether it works out or not." I nodded in acknowledgment. So, what am I supposed to do now? I have seen guys who hunt, flirt with every available girl in sight. That can never be me! And every time I say someone that, I prefer being a single, they look at me like a Martian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the fact is, I might feel too organized  or committed  or whatever if I`m having someone to share each and everything with. And thats totally contrary to what I am now! Well, love life the way it is now, and expect it to be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, Live and let die! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2167471784570810097?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2167471784570810097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2167471784570810097' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2167471784570810097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2167471784570810097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/singilinium.html' title='Singilinium!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/1091142979_16d91ebf0d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-373810465581926859</id><published>2008-01-09T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:41:42.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Midnight melodies!</title><content type='html'>Its been quite sometime! About a month i guess. A lot been happening since the last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I saw taare zameen par! Okay, no! Its not fair for me to review a movie like that! Aamir proves he`s the best once again. I watched it with a friend. I was kind of cautious not to cry with the guy near me. But, I ended up laughing when I saw buckets of tears from his eyes! It was a very good movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my eventful new year! The most eventful one!(I am Sarcastic!) It was bad, even worse than the new year i slept at 11 15! I was boarding a train to chennai. I was wide awake at the stroke of midnight, listening to music! Then the disaster happened, the zune died! The happening marked the end of the only entertainment that was existing on that train with me! Then the fight started, the fight between the roaring lion and the growling bear and the hissing snake. I could hear it all. There was this 60 year old lady, playing the lion, the parsi guy playing the bear and a middle aged woman playing the snake! If you dont understand, they were all snoring! I couldnt sleep all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the sabari mala trip! Was as usual the best thing that happened this year, so far! We were lucky to see a herd, or whatever you call it, of elephants! It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened which made me think! There was a fight, or a misunderstanding, or whatever; between people who are/were/is a good friend(s) of mine! It was confusing 1st. But, later, the fault and the mistake was recognized. The sinner was aptly punished. The punisher dint have to think twice. OK! All is fine now, the life is as smooth as a lotus petal. But, it just makes me wonder, to what level a simple action of stupidity can cause a super noah! The relationships between people have been used and reused and exploited. Bad! Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I live basically on music and coffee! Well, those who dint know, I got the zune a month back. For those who dont know what the zune is, it is the microsoft`s reply to apple iPod. Well, its big, but stores lots of music and pretty good too. And, when we get it for a very cheap price, then anything is worth it! So, music+coffee=life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, life`s cool!&lt;br /&gt;Live and Let die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow!&lt;br /&gt;(Inappropriate title, dont mind!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-373810465581926859?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/373810465581926859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=373810465581926859' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/373810465581926859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/373810465581926859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/midnight-melodies.html' title='Midnight melodies!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2518328757123806215</id><published>2007-12-20T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:26:01.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The excitement that happens when something which is never available, is given for a couple of hours is worth every second!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Written when full internet access was provided in office! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2518328757123806215?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2518328757123806215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2518328757123806215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2518328757123806215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2518328757123806215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/rampi-says_20.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7932850932351024155</id><published>2007-12-14T23:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:15:37.717+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too good 07...</title><content type='html'>About the same time last year, I had ranted about the year(2006) being so horrifying and tormenting!Now, after an year, and the looking at the end of another extremele fast paced year, I just wonder how different this year has been.Infact, 2007 has been faster than any other years. May be coz, its the best year ever for me. Highlights of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Started with the tremendous sabari mala trip. I personally loved the trip, mostly because, I was the responsible younger guy who does the things which are supposed to be done. And a sabari mala trip is always worth it. Looking forward for the next trip, for which i`m leaving on&lt;br /&gt;jan 1st(To hell with the new year plans!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I got the freedom which I`ve always wanted. Having grown in an absolutely typical middle class family with a well mannered dad and extrememly lovable(sacrificing) mother, there was always the urge to break the shackles and get out of the rolling rubber ball. So, the freedom matters to me a lot.I got it big time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Then came the "last days of college" time. Well to be very honest,our college sucked real big time. We dint have the typical college life. There wasnt any culturals,we never danced/sung on stage(But, when our college is compared with other colleges in chennai, our`s is a 10527 times better!). But, just as they say, "beauty lies in the eyes of a beer holder!", we had a lot of fun. I can cherish the enormous number of night-outs in thou`s place.The parties by the pool in joo`s farm house.The embarassments among us, which were actually things to talk about later when we meet up. The un-hidden secrets, things which we thought never existed among each other.&lt;br /&gt;The time with the guys occupied the 1st 7 months of the year. And I thankfully dint miss a second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The trip to goa! I`ve written about the trip numerous number of time before. But, cant resist. Its something which none of us can forget for the rest of our lives.The sleepless nights on the beach, the droolings over real life bikini babes. Who can forget the fun we had! Guys, if you read this, it was an amazing trip!Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Bangalore! I left chennai for good, and came to settle down in india`s sillicon valley. Its actually not a big deal, if you are witnessing this from outside.I know the hopes I had cultivated that I would be posted somewhere outside chennai. Chennai wasnt the place for me. I was in a state where, I was okay even if they had put me up in the middle of a god forsaken desert, as long as it wasnt chennai. I love this city, not coz of the climate, not coz of all the good looking women,&lt;br /&gt;not coz of the night-life(which i`m yet to explore completely). I love bangalore, coz its not chennai. I have no memories here. Its like I started a new life here.New people, new house, new room-mates. This is one the huge things that has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.After life in bangalore for about 3-4 months,  I was asked the question. I was asked if I had wanted to go to chennai. The good thing was that they gave me a choice.I took 1 day to decide. There were people who wanted me to go to chennai and there were people otherwise. But, I took a decision, to stay back. The good thing is, I never regretted the decision. And it was one of the biggest decision i had to make. It really isnt as easy as it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second this year has been good, so contrasting to last year! I dont expect anything of the coming year! And the 15 days left are gonna fly away without any traces of existence. So, happy new year mates! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7932850932351024155?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7932850932351024155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7932850932351024155' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7932850932351024155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7932850932351024155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/too-good-07.html' title='Too good 07...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3408553148988341211</id><published>2007-12-10T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:17:12.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There is an adventure t every point of life. Its just us who has to find it and dig it out! I just mean to say, life is not boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3408553148988341211?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3408553148988341211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3408553148988341211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3408553148988341211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3408553148988341211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2360818093275535083</id><published>2007-11-25T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:50:05.898+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Irony of Life</title><content type='html'>Six months back,&lt;br /&gt;    When the head feels heavy, the vision is blurred, the sun is peeping through the window, I slowly opened my eyes. Searched for the mobile which was somewhere near. Checked the time. It was late. But I dint care, I wanted to sleep more. So I did sleep more. The i wake up half an hour after that. It was a monday morning. I had to go to college. I opened my wardrobe. My clothes were neatly pressed and arranged. I took out the worst of the shirts and wore it. I dint care how i looked. I looked at the watch. It was 8:30. I had to be at college by 9. I dint care about that. I wanted to be a bit economic and wanted to catch the bus. But its too late. I took the bike and left to college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;    When the head feels heavy, the vision is blurred, the sun is peeping through the window, the thought struck me, that I was late I had to leave for office. It was a monday morning. You know the usual monday syndrome. I opened my closet to check if i had any clothes at all. Then I looked at the laundry basket. It was overflowing. Then I again looked into my wardrobe. I picked up  a wrinkled shirt. Smelt it to check if it was washed. Felt a relief when it smelt good. Then I spent 5 minutes asking my room-mate to iron it for me. He refuses! Then i do one of the most painful job of the universe. I pressed the shirt.  I then listen to the curses of the fellow being that i was the reason for all of the guys being late. We left! To the office, to work,to earn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2360818093275535083?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2360818093275535083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2360818093275535083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2360818093275535083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2360818093275535083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/irony-of-life.html' title='Irony of Life'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7100836828463851731</id><published>2007-11-16T08:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:07:52.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Pics...</title><content type='html'>Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.mydearmemories.blogspot.com"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt; for a new set of pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7100836828463851731?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7100836828463851731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7100836828463851731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7100836828463851731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7100836828463851731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-pics.html' title='New Pics...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2724362417811247741</id><published>2007-11-12T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:04:18.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rail Road Blues...</title><content type='html'>It was the most comfortable train journey ever!(sarcastic!) Chennai to Bangalore, bangalore express.It was literally like the fevicol ad in which prople just stick to any possible part of the bus.A very good income for the railways department and also to the damned TTR!The highlight of the journey was a middle aged woman with 2 children and apparently looked like she was from a well off family!She had asked me a question when i ignored her as she struggled; which had made me go mad for about an hour.She asked me, "Excuse me, do you have a heart for this little kid?" Wow! That was the 1st time someone actually questioned the presence of my heart.I was angry. To the biggest extent quite some time. It made proud about my self esteem to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to ak her "You`d rather book your tickets earlier then questioning the presence of other people`s heart".The girl which my friend volunteered to keep on his lap was a good entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just wonder. Its just not me. Its a whole bunch of people who refuse to help voluntarily.Is it a right for me to not help people because, I paid more and booked a 2nd class ticket?Of course they should`ve planned and booked tickets earlier. But, still its not gonna hurt to break the shell and help!NO! I did not help the poor woman. She stood between the several legs which had struggled to squeeze in.&lt;br /&gt;I dint think of helping her by getting up. Figuratively speaking, the compartment would`ve held upto 300 people sitting and stand with a fair level of discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;But there were nearly 500 people. When the situation is so bad, should I sacrifice my seat for a woman who is standing staring at her 2 kids sitting on strangers` laps?&lt;br /&gt;I really felt the nausea of me not able to do anything about it. After a long time, I felt bad for the mean-ness i`ve delivered.Everytime I looked into her eyes, I saw hatred. Of course she dint have the right to hate me. And I was least bothered to care.But, "One cant be more spiteful nor more cruel, especially when they hate someone for all the wrong reasons", I had read in a book.&lt;br /&gt;So, I felt some arrows flying directly at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I do not know why I thought that much for the last hour of the train journey. &lt;br /&gt;But, it did hit my mind, inspite of the 100s of children and really really loud aunties.But yet confused. Confused of why I am here. What I am doing?Guess everyone searches for the answers for that question.And, I guess, hardly anyone finds answers.&lt;br /&gt;I just move on to go to office and do nothing, but blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2724362417811247741?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2724362417811247741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2724362417811247741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2724362417811247741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2724362417811247741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/rail-road-blues.html' title='Rail Road Blues...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8450837846643422879</id><published>2007-11-08T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:30:43.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Apologies = "NULL"</title><content type='html'>People tend to commit the same mistakes again and again. Just like me not posting for a long long time! So, a sane human who knows he commits a mistake, will apologise. The apologies, just gets worthless after the 1st time! So, I dare not apologise this time! Anyways, I`m sorry that i`m not here to stay. It`ll probably take atleast another 2 weeks for me write my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There are 2 kinds of people in the world. The arrogant egotistic assholes and the idiots. The 1st kind talk and the 2nd kind actually "listens". The arrogant egotistic assholes get to their egotic(i dont even know if its a word) best when in crisis. Why the hell am I talking about this?? Yeah. Coz, I`m one of the idiots. It takes some time for "us" idiots to realise how idiotic it is for "us" to listen to these god-forbidden offenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There arent any good people around. Even if they are good, they are equally anti-social. So they cancel each other! Evil is what people are. People are totally heartless to even fight about something else over a dead person. There are friends. Friends who are immune; so immune that they cant even console a friend for his loss; who sleeps as a friend cries for his loss. The earth rotates because of ego. Ego is necessary. But, There should be love and willingness to help. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I`m just pissed off at something that had happened. Might look like a piece of crap to people who read. I apologise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Equi, I got your fever. I started posting my titles in JAVA style. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8450837846643422879?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8450837846643422879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8450837846643422879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8450837846643422879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8450837846643422879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/apologies-null.html' title='Apologies = &quot;NULL&quot;'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2501006392549033385</id><published>2007-10-21T23:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:19:56.517+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When you reach the point of no return, satisfaction occurs!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2501006392549033385?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2501006392549033385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2501006392549033385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2501006392549033385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2501006392549033385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-460302993373263859</id><published>2007-10-02T01:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:45:23.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heaven`s Door!</title><content type='html'>The song "Knocking on heaven`s door" - Eric Clapton in the backround!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Taking things easily, is supposed to be a very very good thing. But the problem with it is, the most serious of the problems are taken easily, and end up smiling at 2 disstressed faces. I love riding on a bike! Especially, when I`m a pillion rider! That happened today. It was lovely, I had closed my eyes, with the chennai`s dirty wind running through my hair; I just loved it. Arun was driving fast. It was very much anticipated. We crashed into a cycle guy. Luckily, he was absolutely un-injured! Unluckily, we, or rather, I am severely in jured! Remember the 2 huge bindi like scars on my right palm? I`ve got one on my left now.  Guess, it just had to have the uniformity. I had put a band aid, which had started to look more disgusting than the wound itself! Now, it hurts, but I`m used to pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock knock knockin on Heaven`s door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wanted to conduct a poll! How long should an average parent worry about their son going out in night? I dont know! This gets on my nerve! I had bought 2 sarees for mom and a shirt for dad! It felt absolutely brilliant! I just lived the moment, a son can live only once in his life time! But, (hope amma doesnt read this!) Torture in the name of care, is pretty annoying. Amma, Appa; take a break caring for me, and start caring for each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock knock knockin on Heaven`s door"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-460302993373263859?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/460302993373263859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=460302993373263859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/460302993373263859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/460302993373263859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/heavens-door.html' title='Heaven`s Door!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2656317666814668764</id><published>2007-09-29T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:37:00.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Transition</title><content type='html'>We had 5 balls left, and 13 runs to win! There was this 10th std kid bowling, and a 4th std kid batting. It was the sound of the crushed plastic ball hitting the incredibly small cricket bat! It went for a six! The kid, hit another six and a single to win the match! The 4th std kid was me. It was a proud moment in my life! There was this way too much older guy called Babu cheering for me. I asked him a million times, how I did in the match. The play area looked big. I cleared the boundary line by a lot of distance. I jumber from the 7th step, and sprained my feet. And, 7th step was way too high for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today, after 13 years, I visited that place where I experienced my 1st moment of glory. The place has shrunk. One of the aunties recognised me and expressed how much i have changed over the years. Every corner of the place, seemed to be smalled than ever. Realisation struck! I had grown, both vertically and horizontally(Mostly horizontally)and of course mentally. The transition always occur in our lives. We realise it only when we see it actually happening! It always looks like, things are always the same, same mom , same idlys, same routine, etc. So many things have changed periodically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I was listening to music, and I could perfectly, related the piano to the way my colleague was typing on the keyboard. Incredible coincidence? Naah! Just the way I saw it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2656317666814668764?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2656317666814668764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2656317666814668764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2656317666814668764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2656317666814668764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/transition.html' title='The Transition'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4596224782126054209</id><published>2007-09-25T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:42:48.855+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>First up, Apologies for not posting for a long time! No, Im not busy at all! I just dont have an internet connection! But, life is super good could just be an understatement! Life is super good! Eventhough training ended successfully, and we got our computers, going to an office which is barely 3 kms from home and not doing work is seriously fun! And, otherwise, 3 guys living together, in a single bedroom apartment, cooking(making dosa) every night, with no ego what-so-ever is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Next, the 1st salary! I`ve earned before! I got Rs20 for the 4th prize in pattern detection competition, when I was in 8th std! Mom, still keeps that 20bucks as my 1st earned money! But, what I get now is different! Every single penny I spend, Guilt-trips me that, I havent done anything to my parents with the 1st salary! And, its already time for my 2nd salary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Driving in banglore is great! Yeah! Thats is kind of awkward! No sane human would actually say that! Its been 3 months since i drove in the rain untill last week! It was the best thing that had happened in the recent past, for 2 reasons! My bike got washed and I thoroughly enjoy every minute of that ride! I used to wear glasses and it really used to be annoying when I drive in the rain! But, now is great! And with the constant cold wind and water hitting your body, the body gets numb and it is kind of good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a month since i posted and still I dont have anything to write about! Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4596224782126054209?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4596224782126054209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4596224782126054209' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4596224782126054209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4596224782126054209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3100510110622589517</id><published>2007-09-05T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:23:29.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When you carry a burden, you just get so used to it, that you forget carrying it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3100510110622589517?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3100510110622589517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3100510110622589517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3100510110622589517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3100510110622589517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1290319615279776955</id><published>2007-09-01T18:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:07:09.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again!</title><content type='html'>Tagged again! And yeah &lt;a href="http://reni-thelittlesmallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reni&lt;/a&gt; You got me this time! Atleast, this is something than not writing anything! Anyways, I am supposed to write 7 interesting things about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had lied a lot to my mother, since my childhood! I had got caught so many times, that, mom thinks I got caught every single time i lied(you know what i mean!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am stubborn as hell. I never get tensed at any occasion and I face problems and not run from it. There is a catch! I do have soft corner when I watch some real good movies! I cried for Anbe Sivam, forest gump, its a wonderful life, Cinderella Man, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love riding the bike in the rain! Eventhough I sulk about it a lot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a problem with my computer hardware, on an average of once in 2 months!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I trust people so easily! Some do take advantage of it! But, I dont care!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im addicted to coffee! A wiseman once said, caffine is like nicotine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can crack PJs* so bad, that he person who sits in front of me, can actually pull his hair out in agoony.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thats that! Had to think hard!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I tag Equilibrium and Kenneth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pathetic Jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1290319615279776955?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1290319615279776955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1290319615279776955' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1290319615279776955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1290319615279776955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-5701081979889527958</id><published>2007-08-21T21:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:57:29.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag-a-thon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks like, theres tags everywhere! This ones from &lt;a href="http://outofequilibrium.blogspot.com/"&gt;Equi&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which song is being played in your mind rite NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I`m an asshole' By Dennis Leary. Dont know why, but me and rague have been singing it all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. One song that describes your life.... (no self made compositions please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very recently heard songwhich made an impact!&lt;br /&gt;"Grave Digger" Dave Mathews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The song you listen to most on your i-pod/ MP3/ cell/ PC/ etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Guitar - Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A song that describes best the following stages in your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School days&lt;/span&gt; - "Take It Easy Policy"-Kadhalan(Simply because I used to listen to that song a million times till 12th!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; - "Summer of 69!" - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mood rite now&lt;/span&gt; - I`m an asshole - Dennis Leary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Your all time favorite song, and the reason for it... maybe some memory/ some funny story/etc!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vellai Pookal - Kannathil Muthammital;Because of Rahman`s voice and the way I stay absolutely motionless when I listen to that song!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sounds of Silence - "Simon and Garfunkel"; Because of the lyrics and because, everytime I listen to it, I realise something new!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. A song you wish you hadn't heard!!! (more than one is always a pleasure!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;June Ponal-Unnale Unnale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What can I do" - The Corrs (for other reasons!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vennileve - Vettaiyaadu Vilayadu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. A song that would best describe..... me (hey, I took pains to tag you, I guess I deserve this ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen - Maddona! Please Equi, dont ask me why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. (I just cudn't miss this!!!) If you were in an elevator with Himesh Reshammiya and Altaf Raja, you would..........(plz plz plz..... something funny!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea of who is Altaf Raja! On a serious note, I wouldn`t get into the lift if there was Himesh in it! If I happen to be in the elevator, I would make him realise, I can sing better than him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag Reni andTimora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-5701081979889527958?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5701081979889527958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=5701081979889527958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5701081979889527958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5701081979889527958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-thon.html' title='Tag-a-thon!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2791387456242766018</id><published>2007-08-19T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:51:19.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Randomly random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Question is : &lt;/span&gt; When will the beauty of life be realised?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Answer is     : &lt;/span&gt;When we do/have the things we want to do/have at that point of time!&lt;br /&gt;                                                    (Atleast according to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Right now, I mean 'now', life rocks! And, Iam very close to realising the beauty of life! And, the thing I want to do/have right now is, move in with a friend! Then, party hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now the thing that amuses me is, why I dont have the urge to work hard? I have always dreamt of, wealth, comfort and a life to be told about! But, I have never wanted to work hard! I suppose I`ll start doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We see people, who are big, figuratively speaking! They are all successful, atleast most of them in this corporate world we live! I tell you, I definitely would like to be them! But, I really cant imaging myself being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S 1 : I, after great difficulty have written a complete post. Have been trying to do so for the past 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2 : My posts have been focussing on me completely, I have to change the style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 3 : This post can be valued void, as this is just the effort to write a complete post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2791387456242766018?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2791387456242766018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2791387456242766018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2791387456242766018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2791387456242766018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/randomly-random.html' title='Randomly random...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4870438577723776853</id><published>2007-08-19T08:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:54:48.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When you could, you should, else you never would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4870438577723776853?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4870438577723776853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4870438577723776853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4870438577723776853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4870438577723776853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/rampi-says_19.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1785520637094006538</id><published>2007-08-15T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:26:11.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Facts And Fiction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ravi is here and I`am having some pretty good time with him here! Dunno what he thinks though!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oracle-SQL and PL/SQL is no more boring!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun, for the 1st time since i had come here, blazed to its full extent today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ravi`s place is awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss mom!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I`am going to shift to my new house tommorow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ravi is gonna be here, till Iam here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not going to be sick this weekend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer will be ready this weekend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will get the NOC for my bike by tommorow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Training lunch is gonna be good all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1785520637094006538?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1785520637094006538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1785520637094006538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1785520637094006538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1785520637094006538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/facts-and-fiction.html' title='Facts And Fiction!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7624268757207901082</id><published>2007-08-12T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:38:49.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A friend to talk to when you are all alone, is like a drop of water hitting the tongue after a long walk in the desert.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7624268757207901082?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7624268757207901082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7624268757207901082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7624268757207901082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7624268757207901082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-478165120020845079</id><published>2007-08-08T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:25:03.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>This tag is due a long time! Kenneth, thanks for tagging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;1.(a) Pick out a scar you have.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Two huge bindi like scars on my right palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(b) ..and explain how you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Accident! The usual, "the truck hits bike, biker gets hurt&lt;/span&gt;" story. Now dont try to imagine how i got my palm injured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What does your phone look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RrnECVNaCcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wx-AbERuHXM/s1600-h/New_Sony_Ericsson_K750i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RrnECVNaCcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wx-AbERuHXM/s200/New_Sony_Ericsson_K750i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096319997678586306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how! Its got a huge scar, from the accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bedroom, has a switch board, and.... another switchboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. What is your current desktop picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RrnEtFNaCdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/r2UX1jRYEYQ/s1600-h/goa%2Bsunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RrnEtFNaCdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/r2UX1jRYEYQ/s200/goa%2Bsunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096320732117993938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course! Im a person who believes that, every individual should do what he or she thinks is right! And no, Im not gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacD burger with extra cheese and fries! Havent been there yet, and im in bangalore for 3 weeks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What time were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea! But I like saying that I was born at 1pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Are your parents still together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos the creator of this tag? I think you`ve come to the wrong country! Anyways! YES they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Last person who made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Probably Kamal Hasan in ANBE SIVAM. Yes, I am week hearted and I cry watching touching movies! But, after schooling, I havent ever cried for a real life incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;10. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now using CK! And I like it! (Thanks Kirthi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Brown eyes! and Hair, Black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;12. What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton - Coccain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;13. Do you get scared of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a lifetime! I like it dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do you like pain killers&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 8 hours walk in Sabbari mala, Yes! They are man`s godly creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since macD`s burger is already on the list, I`ll go with the Wall`s ice cream on the Elioyt`s beach-chennai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;17. Who was the last person you made mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make people mad very often! So, dont remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;18. Is anyone in love with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`d say NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it! Lets end it here! I tag none!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-478165120020845079?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/478165120020845079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=478165120020845079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/478165120020845079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/478165120020845079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RrnECVNaCcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wx-AbERuHXM/s72-c/New_Sony_Ericsson_K750i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4428572671869852915</id><published>2007-07-26T21:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:57:37.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Balu...</title><content type='html'>Balu, is the name of the guy who trained us on software engineering, and I am writing about him. There arises a question. "Why write about him??" There are 2 answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He was so cool that we guys got little bit emotional when his session ended. He actually made me realise, S/w engineering was actually very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because of the big fat fire breathing pig which came to teach us DBMS the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch carefully, Balu had trained us, and the pig taught us! Balu had said "You guys are not in college anymore. Call me Balu and 'learn' not 'study'!" The pig with smoke in its nose had said, "You are not in college, listen carefully. Take down this point, it is very important for the Examination"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all, or atleast I was disappointed. It was a drastic difference between the 1st and the 2nd trainer! Balu gave us activities, and open book tests. The pig gave us a exaination after a greatly irritating 6hr session. And the whole point was, we had learnt in Balu`s sessions and we were bored in the pig`s class.(Again nothe the use of words, Sessions and class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig was just one of many irritating lecturers we come across in the 21 years of student-hood. But, Balu made an impact. A big one infact! Before he left, he had said, "We are like train passengers. We stand on the station, shake hands and promise to keep in touch. But, apparently we forget each other when we step out of the station." He used "WE" including himself into the category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I shook his hand thanking him! He said, "A sound comes only when you clap wit 2 hands. So, thank you!" Thank you Balu! We owe you one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4428572671869852915?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4428572671869852915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4428572671869852915' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4428572671869852915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4428572671869852915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/balu.html' title='Balu...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6312667407844190145</id><published>2007-07-22T23:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:44:43.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised sunday is already over, and I have to catch that crappy city bus to my office tomorrow. But, Im not complaining. I should get used to the way life is going to be. The weeks are going to be faster and weekends faster. Well, training has been supercool so far. Looking forward to it. I go to office with the expectation that the day is gonna be crappy and everything happens on the contrary. Balu, you taught me S/W Engg in 1 day dude! Thats something my college couldnt do in 6 months! You rock dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Im still looking for a house to stay. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6312667407844190145?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6312667407844190145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6312667407844190145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6312667407844190145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6312667407844190145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-realised-sunday-is-already-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4394734224281528671</id><published>2007-07-17T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:52:54.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Non-Patriotic love...</title><content type='html'>I sit on the couch, I blow into my tea and a layer of vapour forms on my glasses. Then, I realise, I have to write a post about the place which is probably going to be my home for the next 2 years. The 1st few days have been awesome. I get to wear a double layered clothing and still end up not sweating. How cool is that? And, I`m kind of enjoying the real formal attire, that I got to wear for the 1st 4 days of the week. Work, or rather training hasn`t started yet, but the people are really good. Nice batch, Good employers. I`m loving it. Damn, I havent visited the mc-d yet! But, no regrets. I`ve got a lot of time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read huge article about how people are affected by writing about their colleagues. I am not gonna say anything about them. But, of what I know these people are really professionals. Anyways, I`ve got a great batch and a mixture of people. It has people who stands up when a HR personell enters the room. Dudes! We are gonna work with these people. Just because these guys have joined a coupla years before us, we are equals! Its really irritating when people do that. And, of course, it has people cool, casual and with my aggregate ;-). So, for now, life is awesome, bangalore is awesome and yeah, the "work" is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4394734224281528671?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4394734224281528671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4394734224281528671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4394734224281528671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4394734224281528671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/non-patriotic-love.html' title='Non-Patriotic love...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8197072843983266880</id><published>2007-07-12T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:28:07.918+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feeling down??&lt;br /&gt;Just watch an episode of scrubs. You`ll come back to your spirits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8197072843983266880?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8197072843983266880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8197072843983266880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8197072843983266880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8197072843983266880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says....'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3588615487676034278</id><published>2007-07-12T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:23:47.495+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its finally time. I`m leaving this godforsaken place tomorrow. I loved chennai. Have`nt got much to say against this city. Only the personal reasons I hate living here anymore. And of course the freedom of living alone. I am quite sure I wont be coming back, or atleast I hope so. This place has got memories. Yeah! Good memories which arw actually bad and bad memories which are actually good. I`d miss the annapoorna idlys, the dosa from podi dosa kadai. I`d miss the guys. I`d definitely miss dad saying an indirect no to take the car outside, and of course, the look on his face when I take it out without his willing. I`d miss amma`s gobi65, and bhindhi sambar. I`ll actually miss all of you, even if i dont say so. Thanks for bein in my life. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3588615487676034278?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3588615487676034278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3588615487676034278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3588615487676034278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3588615487676034278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-finally-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7231231844777592956</id><published>2007-07-07T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:23:23.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>Countless Thank you`s&lt;br /&gt;1 day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;From midnight to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;I am occupied.&lt;br /&gt;An embarrassing advertisement, it maybe&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Bhatavadekar, Animal specialist says,&lt;br /&gt;"It is not a rhyming, but it is a true"&lt;br /&gt;(if you still dont realise, he is the guy from orbit white ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really thought about this. Then I said to myself,"who cares a damn!". I know it is damn shameless, but yet, the world should know that 07.07.07 was Rampi`s birthday!&lt;br /&gt;For your information, Im not happy nor excited. But it is my birthday. So, cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7231231844777592956?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7231231844777592956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7231231844777592956' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7231231844777592956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7231231844777592956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6191797224338669651</id><published>2007-07-05T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:46:57.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The White Castle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Ro0ngQ3hjmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/C22vp17AKW0/s1600-h/dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Ro0ngQ3hjmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/C22vp17AKW0/s200/dentist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083762989608308322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on an inclined chair. "This will hurt only a bit", said a voice. I looked directly into my sister`s eyes through the thick lens of my spectacular spectacles. There was a sign of anxiousness. I could`nt understand whether it was "how my brother would react?" or "is my brother gonna be ok?". But, I was relieved with the sight of it. Then I felt pain. Severe pain. I screamed out loud. The look in her eyes changed. It changed into "poor fellow". Then there were tears. I cried. The pain was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next thing i saw was, 5 of my teeth, on the ever-silver tray in front of me. Then, the next morning i again felt pain. Horrible pain, while drinking my bournvita! I screamed again. And, again my sister looked at me with a "poor fellow" look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 15 years after that, today, I visited the dentist. I smiled at the lady dentist, probably with a midlife crisis(I came to this conclusion coz she did`nt smile back!). Then, I sat on the similar inclined chair. This time she said, "You wont feel any pain, but you may feel a tingling sensation!". Whats a tingling sensation on your teeth? Anyways, it took her 15 minutes to clean my teeth. She said, "You dont need a cleaning, you have maintained it pretty well." Something i can be proud of. She advised me to wear brases, but people are used to look at me the way I am! So, I said " nevermind!". There goes the episode at the dentist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The title is supposed to refer to my mouth which has clean white teeth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6191797224338669651?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6191797224338669651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6191797224338669651' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6191797224338669651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6191797224338669651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/white-castle.html' title='The White Castle!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Ro0ngQ3hjmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/C22vp17AKW0/s72-c/dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8250675649842676060</id><published>2007-07-03T02:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:29:55.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Anbe Sivam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rolm-g3hjlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wEXD-a6-Z2A/s1600-h/Anbesivam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rolm-g3hjlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wEXD-a6-Z2A/s200/Anbesivam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082706878625058386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has always been some movies, which stay close to your heart always! And Im really proud Tamil cinema has the class to have a movie which can be one such. I`m talking about Anbe Sivam. I watched the movie for the n`th time today. Call me sensitive, but, everytime, I do find tears! Its about how affection(anbu) matters in everyone of our lives. Its a Kamal Hasan movie. Directed my Sundar.C and the story was by the genius Kamal himself. This movie wasnt a box office hit, but one movie which I always look up to. Just a recomendation for all the people who arent familiar with Tamil movies. Just watch it and if you dont understand, watch it with subtitles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8250675649842676060?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8250675649842676060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8250675649842676060' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8250675649842676060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8250675649842676060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/anbe-sivam.html' title='Anbe Sivam...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rolm-g3hjlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wEXD-a6-Z2A/s72-c/Anbesivam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2387413713311632950</id><published>2007-07-01T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:49:20.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pathetic? err...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RofiDA3hjjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MwSsKd7lRWU/s1600-h/26082006047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RofiDA3hjjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MwSsKd7lRWU/s200/26082006047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082279245911264818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life has been pathetically boring for us guys. One of our last conversations on skype went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori: allo&lt;br /&gt;Rampi(thats me): allo&lt;br /&gt;Joobie : allo&lt;br /&gt;Joobie : What you upto?&lt;br /&gt;Sori : vetti only&lt;br /&gt;Rampi : nothing&lt;br /&gt;Sue : Wow, nice conversation!&lt;br /&gt;thou : lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how pathetic things have been. Not able to plan anything off late. Everyone of us are busy in our own ways. Maybe this is the time where we all lose contact and move in different directions in our lives. Hope that never happens. Let me say this. You guys are the best always. Maybe coz, my school people were pathetic. I had great fun with you guys! Thanks dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2387413713311632950?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2387413713311632950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2387413713311632950' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2387413713311632950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2387413713311632950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/pathetic-err.html' title='pathetic? err...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RofiDA3hjjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MwSsKd7lRWU/s72-c/26082006047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4366000011617106916</id><published>2007-06-25T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:57:49.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wierd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Feeling Rather Empty!</title><content type='html'>I go way too deep into thought, with echoes - pink floyd, heard continuously in my head, I realise, I am still a homosapien and I do have a sensible clear mind. I made the choices, all the way from the 1st standard. I had designed my life into a non-charismatic boring marathon, in which I run till I find satisfaction. There was a problem. I found satisfaction way too soon. Iam pushing forward, but satisfaction creeps. There hasn`t been a day without me regretting taking up engineering as the tool to feed me in the future. But then, as &lt;a href="http://readtillyouloveyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;arun&lt;/a&gt; says, "In life there should be no regrets!"! It was my choice of taking up engineering. No one forced me into it. But, I could not speak out. I did not know what was I interested in back then. I would`ve loved to take up law, or professional photography. I just did not speak out! I made the choice of listening to my parents, as always, believing that they would do it for my good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Why are there so many engineers in our country? Is it something the country must be proud of or is it just wierd? Are there too many families which think, engineering is the only profession which can help them lead a normal life. Some other good but risky professions are there. There arises another sensible question! Are indians just satisfied with an average paying life style or are they just plainly dont want to take risks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I always believe in a happy life. How much ever you earn, as long as you are happy, you are leading a beautiful life! I can say, the auto driver who took me from central station to home is leadin a good life. The guy sitting in the cash cabin of my college canteen is leading a good life. Is it really that way or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am not a homosapien with a clear mind! But then who does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4366000011617106916?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4366000011617106916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4366000011617106916' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4366000011617106916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4366000011617106916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-rather-empty.html' title='Feeling Rather Empty!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6248163073815257420</id><published>2007-06-22T09:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:05:16.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bike'/><title type='text'>Plus it is!</title><content type='html'>It was a great moment, when dad said, you can get a bike. It was so great that I heard A.R.Rahman`s backround score around me! It was really that kind of a moment. Cherish it always. And, I chose Hero honda passion plus. I have to admit I love the bike. The 1st day I took it to college, I knocked on heaven`s door! And, I made sue accompany me there. But, really it wasn`t that serious. Had heavy bruises. But, close to be run over by the truck which hit us. The bike was damaged. And, I always kind of feel that the bike saved me. I love it. I thought about all this. When I saw my bike getting washed after a long time in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do sometimes feel bad, I dont maintain the bike properly. But the bike has always done its duty. All those days, when Im extremely angry that dad dint give me the car; the bike did reciprocate on my violent moves on the road. I`ve put it down 10 times, and still it runs flawlessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never had  great fascination towards powerful stylish travel wagons! I thought, passion was economic and for my use its always good. So decided on getting it. I`ve driven 13000kms in just over a year. Planning to take it to banglore. My dear passion, you`ve acknowledged every cut I took, every illegal turn I made and every sudden brakes I put on the signals. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash news - Ram is jobless enough to see Sivaji for the 2nd time and again love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash news - Ram is addicted to psychedelic rock. Listening to pink floyd and the doors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6248163073815257420?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6248163073815257420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6248163073815257420' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6248163073815257420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6248163073815257420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/plus-it-is.html' title='Plus it is!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7538085873742197395</id><published>2007-06-21T01:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:29:27.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7538085873742197395?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7538085873742197395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7538085873742197395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7538085873742197395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7538085873742197395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/rampi-says_21.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6416202081796420225</id><published>2007-06-18T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:21:12.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bengalooru!! Here I come!</title><content type='html'>I actually do like the place forits weather and air. I knows its getting way too polluted. But, it was Pune i wanted. Im convinced with Bengalooru. Okay, I`ll stop calling it that way! Banglore! Here I come! Yeah! I recieved my Date of Joining and Place of Joining from the HR! It was a phone call I made in the morning. And, yeah obviously Im happy about this. Will be joining work on july 16th. Thats quick. I thought it would be a lot later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I`ll miss chennai. But, I`ve got to leave this place. Too many memories here. Good and bad! So, I`ll miss the good ones and forget the bad ones. Its really cool to say, "I miss chennai"! So, either way its good. And, there were romours that we were gonna be put up at chennai itself. So, I was kinda pissed for quite a while. But, satisfied now. Already hugged my mom and bid goodbye! So, yeah! Banglore! here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6416202081796420225?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6416202081796420225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6416202081796420225' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6416202081796420225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6416202081796420225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/bengalooru-here-i-come.html' title='Bengalooru!! Here I come!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8306380315111608762</id><published>2007-06-17T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:37:37.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiven'/><title type='text'>I Forgive you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnVpioJcmQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bgTc35F2RlY/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Male_Forgive_406400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnVpioJcmQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bgTc35F2RlY/s320/bigstockphoto_Male_Forgive_406400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077080198543612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a mood to forgive and be forgiven. So, Im sorry for all that I`ve done to hurt you. And, if you want to confess for anything which you had done to me or for the society, this is the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8306380315111608762?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8306380315111608762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8306380315111608762' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8306380315111608762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8306380315111608762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-forgive-you.html' title='I Forgive you!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnVpioJcmQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bgTc35F2RlY/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Male_Forgive_406400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4058184497317955289</id><published>2007-06-17T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:31:35.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Real Boss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnVo4IJcmPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OdNQj4j7Fzw/s1600-h/thillumullu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnVo4IJcmPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OdNQj4j7Fzw/s400/thillumullu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077079468399171826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saw Sivaji today. And loved it. No one can really beat the real boss. He`s damn smart in the movie, with the youthfulness bubbling in him. Back in 1995, Rajni movies were only for Rajini fans. Only the crazy Rajini fans used to watch it. Actually it was virtually impossible to get tickets in those days and I was in 5th std! But today, the movie is screened in all the 6 theatres of Satyam cinemas. There are only 5 or 6 theatres which are not running Sivaji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a typical Rajini movie. It is said, "life is easier to live by when you lower your expectations to such a low level that they are already met". So, thats the way it is. But, if this same movie was taken with Vijay as the hero, I would`ve noticed people spitting on the clean Satyam theatre walls. But it was Rajini who made the film watchable and infact lovable. Awesome styles. The way he says "Cool!". And, yeah! Prabhudeva`s choreography for the Athiradee song is damn damn good. I`d say, its Rajini who made this movie, one of the best of his movies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thala... You are the best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4058184497317955289?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4058184497317955289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4058184497317955289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4058184497317955289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4058184497317955289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/real-boss.html' title='The Real Boss!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnVo4IJcmPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OdNQj4j7Fzw/s72-c/thillumullu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-5076140059801153735</id><published>2007-06-14T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:37:27.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnEhZoJcmOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gUzQWrkOkoc/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnEhZoJcmOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gUzQWrkOkoc/s400/thinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075874979180746978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We evolved. From, the apes, to an upright human being. And, it doesn`t end there. We have been evolving, ever since, throughout our, decades, centuries and milleniums. And, to the extent of belief I have that, Im made up of, flesh and blood, I do believe that, I evolved too. Not by Darwin`s theory. In my own funny way. Actually, we all do evolve from the second we are born. From, a child which cried for no reason, I evolved to a random school going guy, who hated education; from a hopeless moron, who went for a movie, 2 days before the 12th maths exam, to a guy who is expecting the date of joining from the company which recruited him. Added, are the maturity, ability to actually think and a helluva lot of fat. Yeah, damn right! We all do evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been an awkward rollercoaster ride, without the saftey belt(s)! Really. Too many risks and too many perceptions. I realised, life was gonna be hard, when I did the watchman job for a very dear friend, when he did his romance. It was my 12th coaching class, and it was 5:30 in the morning. And, my teachers appreciated me, when I answered them perfectly in the class. Our, physics sir used to say stories in the middle of the class for relaxations. It was crap. We slept anyway! So, this was the part of the class, when we gave break to the sleeping.One day, he started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Sir : Krishna theva raja, asked thenali what was the most pleasureful thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt; And, from back of the class, a voice came to life. Good guess! It was me.&lt;br /&gt;I : To Pee! &lt;br /&gt;Physics sir: yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started teaching. No sign of me! Some of my friends, who slept even through the story telling sessions, asked me, howcome I was so brilliant to answer such questions. I just blushed and went back to sleep. School was fun; especially coz, I dint study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, college was different. College, was the only place, where I could not study and dont feel guilty about it. So, it all happened. I marched passed the enormously short semesters on a Clear-Flunk basis. Yeah. I clear one paper and flunk in other. But, apparently it did work out. Me, being someone, who believes, "whatever happens to you, is only because of you; doesn`t matter if its good or bad", will say that, I was responsible for what I am today. From the position in which I am now, I will not give you the wrong perception of me that, Im good and disciplined and that, Im someone who loves to study and excel in everything. Im the same old guys, who studies, exactly 2 days before the exam and scores a modest 60%, eventhough I dont have anymore exams to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the kind of guy, who prays exactly on the day of the exam, for which the preparation was minimum. And, I also have been the guy who cursed god for the bad results. And, when I realised, it was me, I stopped yelling at those immovable, colourful photographs of beautiful people with a helluva lot of jewellary. I can describe myself as a semi-aethists. Or, as my friend joobie puts it, I believe in god, but not in relegions. I believe in the big bang. But, I think a superior force made it happen. So, the semi-aethist title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has turned out to be a long long post. And, now, I`ve got to do the most pleasureful thing in the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-5076140059801153735?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5076140059801153735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=5076140059801153735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5076140059801153735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5076140059801153735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RnEhZoJcmOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gUzQWrkOkoc/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7392549372868290925</id><published>2007-06-13T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:33:03.245+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolutely nothing special'/><title type='text'>100 not out!</title><content type='html'>This is the 100th post! Yippee! I dont believe I`ve written a 100 times to post in this blog. Started 8 months ago, this blog was all about me. Ramprasad Arunachalam, potentially fit for nothing. And, now, I`ve written 100 posts. Wow! OK! Nothing special about it though! And, yeah, I`ll still be continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         **************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, and the guys had gone to pondy, auroville, yesterday, in search of enlightment. Naah! We, just visited the ashram! It was fun! Was like going for a long long drive, on a hot hot day. The plan was to stay for a coupla days. But, weather and the quality of the rooms, made us to come back the same day. It was damn tiring at the end of the day! &lt;br /&gt;But, we had fun - Bottomline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         ***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, old movies are beautiful! I loved the Rear Window, 12 angry men and Its a wonderful life. But, today, I saw a Tamil movie called "Punnagai"- meaning a smile. It was so so so damn beautiful! Its about 4 friends from college, taking up different routes in life. Sometimes, it astonishes me, of how well the directors of those days have thought. Its been a long time since I enjoyed an old Tamil movie. It was fun watching the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7392549372868290925?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7392549372868290925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7392549372868290925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7392549372868290925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7392549372868290925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/100-not-out.html' title='100 not out!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2701475916585779490</id><published>2007-06-13T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:00:03.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Wisdom is nothing but cleverness, with all the guts kicked out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2701475916585779490?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2701475916585779490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2701475916585779490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2701475916585779490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2701475916585779490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/rampi-says_13.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7689406749438829057</id><published>2007-06-09T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:42:24.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolutely nothing special'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`ve been watching too much of sports, that I started wondering, the stars` faces were familiar. Here are my findings. But they just may not be accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrdMIJcmHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q1x7eeTakXg/s1600-h/nadal_s01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrdMIJcmHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q1x7eeTakXg/s400/nadal_s01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074111130601560178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrdW4JcmII/AAAAAAAAAGM/t36OLfYQPGM/s1600-h/Johnny_Depp020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrdW4JcmII/AAAAAAAAAGM/t36OLfYQPGM/s400/Johnny_Depp020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074111315285153922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depp and nadal! Might not be very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rmred4JcmJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cJU0vAZMNcE/s1600-h/Rooney_SOS_Ambassador_website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rmred4JcmJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cJU0vAZMNcE/s320/Rooney_SOS_Ambassador_website.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074112535055866002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmreuIJcmKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CVdxBSJ2vDc/s1600-h/bouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmreuIJcmKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CVdxBSJ2vDc/s320/bouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074112814228740258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney and Mark Boucher. Mark boucher should have a hari cut for the rooney look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrfFoJcmLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N0ZZRr8sT7Y/s1600-h/300px-Roger_Federer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrfFoJcmLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N0ZZRr8sT7Y/s320/300px-Roger_Federer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074113217955666098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrfOoJcmMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Jn0ctt9ZgkM/s1600-h/tarantinop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrfOoJcmMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Jn0ctt9ZgkM/s320/tarantinop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074113372574488770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer and Quentin Tarantino. Awesome resemblance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7689406749438829057?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7689406749438829057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7689406749438829057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7689406749438829057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7689406749438829057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-watching-too-much-of-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmrdMIJcmHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q1x7eeTakXg/s72-c/nadal_s01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8577597908888375845</id><published>2007-06-09T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:21:09.729+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Ana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmraUIJcmFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UfM0o1PrZCU/s1600-h/ana_ivanovic_sydney_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmraUIJcmFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UfM0o1PrZCU/s400/ana_ivanovic_sydney_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074107969505630290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Having learnt the sport for just more than 4 years, 1 thing that always strikes to me is, its beauty and the way in which you never give up. Im talking about tennis. A fabulous sport. The opponent, drops one near the net, and you run with your full heart to play the shot. And, this is the only game of my knowledge in which you can never give up! In cricket, 7 runs remaining of 1 ball - not possible, in football, 4 goals in 1 minute - not possible, same goes for hockey and basketball. This is the only game in which, even if your opponent has 3 match points, you can fight back and with considerable talent, actually win the game. Thats the beauty of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I`ve been watching the french open. Yeah, I respect Justine Henin. She plays with class. But, this beauty, Ana Ivanovic, Has stolem my heart. Seriously! She looks good and plays pretty good. She`s a girl from Serbia and I was astonished by a piece of info i got from the match commentary. She used to practise, in an empty swimming pool, with a carpet on the floor. Geez!! Thats hard work. I now feel emotionless for all the back-breaking sessions my coach gave me during those coaching days! And, most of all, she look good! She talks good english! I watched the match in which she came down hopelessly, despite of me yelling, "c`mon fight!fight!" at the television. Its hard to look at beautiful tennis playing women losing. But, she was nervous, maybe a justification. But, she deserves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8577597908888375845?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8577597908888375845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8577597908888375845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8577597908888375845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8577597908888375845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ana.html' title='Ana!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RmraUIJcmFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UfM0o1PrZCU/s72-c/ana_ivanovic_sydney_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4002169984763019808</id><published>2007-06-08T20:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:20:57.765+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Over You!</title><content type='html'>I`ve been addicted to this Chris Daughtry song - over you. Awesome number. I heard his its not over on tv and downloaded the whole album. I couldn`t find the video. So, here goes the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of meeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo!&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally gettin’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say,&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;br /&gt;A lot of other’s opened up&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for meee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo!&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally getting’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song. Get your hands on it as soon as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4002169984763019808?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4002169984763019808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4002169984763019808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4002169984763019808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4002169984763019808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/over-you.html' title='Over You!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7792600014296637707</id><published>2007-06-06T21:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:29:48.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Every free minute, is a short story, with a happy ending!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7792600014296637707?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7792600014296637707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7792600014296637707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7792600014296637707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7792600014296637707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/rampi-says_06.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-303196622227314161</id><published>2007-06-05T22:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:09:08.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Engineer Finally!</title><content type='html'>Today, I have officially become an engineer, with the results out, and me scoring 78%! For all those who know me, 78% is not my kind of percentage. And, dad was all enthusiastic when i told him this! Yeah obviously! For a man, who had thought that his son, would`nt clear the 12th std, his son finishing engineering, should have been a good feeling. But, otherwise, it was just another day. Had dinner with the guys at a veg restaurant, vegetarian one. Ate till the point where the oesophages touches the modula oblangada (dont care if the spelling is wrong!), if at all they touch each other! And, yeah, we had good fun today, calling each other engineers. Its is an accomplishment. aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-303196622227314161?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/303196622227314161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=303196622227314161' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/303196622227314161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/303196622227314161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/engineer-finally.html' title='Engineer Finally!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2701553399042611945</id><published>2007-06-04T12:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:13:09.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The secret behind relaxed people is, laziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Hindu, Metro Plus, Grafitti.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2701553399042611945?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2701553399042611945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2701553399042611945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2701553399042611945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2701553399042611945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/rampi-says_6030.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4318449972990886577</id><published>2007-06-04T00:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:12:28.641+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Beau Nuits!!</title><content type='html'>It was 11pm that night. I wanted to go to bed. I was desperate. But, I wasnt sleepy. My mom held my hand, tight, so I wouldnt run away! All, I wanted was to get a good night sleep. Then, mom`s face turned red and she yelled. She yelled at the hieght of her voice. I dint budge at all. Then, she pinched me under my arm! Ouch! That hurt! I had tears in my eyes. She came close to me and said "Finish this chapter and go to sleep!". I had to! And, thats the story of me getting the 23rd rank in the quaterly exams of 1993! And, I utterly burst out laughing when I think about these things that happened in my school days! Yeah, the good old days, when I had to fake studying to get crackers for Diwali, when I had to pursue my parents not to go for the parent-teacher meeting(Damn!! it never worked!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And, today, its 1 am, mom just woke up and remindes me that I had to sleep! I can call myself nocturnal. As, I have been for the past 8 months. But, it shouln`t be this way. What the hell?? I`ll be a normal S/W engineering guy, who works 14 hrs a day, partying in the night, after 2 months now! So, nowadays, Im kinda used to being bored, getting all the sleep I want. You know what I mean! This post couldn`t be getting more boring. Okay, chill out people! ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : If you are wondering what the title meant, it means beautiful nights in french.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4318449972990886577?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4318449972990886577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4318449972990886577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4318449972990886577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4318449972990886577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-was-11pm-that-night.html' title='Beau Nuits!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-9074932103032744612</id><published>2007-06-02T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:11:38.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreamland blues!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you wake up with a refreshing mood, with your mind all eared up of doing the things you`ve planned to do! Today, the exact opposite happened to me! It was a stupid dream. The most pathetic dream. Yes! I dreamt today morning at 9! I was pleading to someone for something, which would probably come for the rest of my life!  But,thats somethin which I would never do. Even if it cost my life, I wouldn`t beg for it to someone! I just hated that dream. Yeah, it is qualified to be a nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apparently, I had another dream. Which I kinda enjoyed. In this one, I was talking to a friend who is a fellow candidate to be placed in the same company as I am! He tells me, the company has sent us a brand new, Lenovo, laptop with a core 2 duo! Wow, mann! Thats great! Then, I come home, I find the laptop. Put it aside and call sue to tell him, what my company does and his company doesnt! Then I wake up for a second, ask myself if this is real, then fall asleep. I get the answer in the dream, that it is. Im happy in my dream! Damn!! Then after an hour, I wake up and realise that it was just a dream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thus, the day gets spoiled, coz,&lt;br /&gt;1. I did something which i wud never do, in my dream, and&lt;br /&gt;2. I was disappointed that, the other dream was not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash news: Ram bought the gmat book. Not yet studying, but its a start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-9074932103032744612?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9074932103032744612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=9074932103032744612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/9074932103032744612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/9074932103032744612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreamland-blues.html' title='Dreamland blues!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3295039513795175488</id><published>2007-06-01T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:53:26.247+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; Life`s like a derailed train coming down on you. You`d rather have a chocolate cake, having fun while it does, than be frightened the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "that 70`s show"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3295039513795175488?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3295039513795175488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3295039513795175488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3295039513795175488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3295039513795175488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-6776500088027523079</id><published>2007-06-01T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:31:06.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You put me to sleep everynight man!! Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rl8baUIIQCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9qKgvy3VrPY/s1600-h/52063932_315b970546_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rl8baUIIQCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9qKgvy3VrPY/s400/52063932_315b970546_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070801844335820834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been blogging for over 7 or 8 months now, and Ive never dedicated a post for my favorite musician! So this one goes for him! Rahman! You all love him. For, me, his music just defines my thoughts. I can easily spend hours listening to him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister, in chicago, is goin for the june 9th concert there. Ive never been to a Rahman concert. Id love to be there. There isnt any facts that I`d like to say about him. I just wanna dedicate this post to him! He`s just as famous and everyone knows about him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-6776500088027523079?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6776500088027523079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=6776500088027523079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6776500088027523079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/6776500088027523079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-put-me-to-sleep-everynight-man.html' title='You put me to sleep everynight man!! Thanks!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/Rl8baUIIQCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9qKgvy3VrPY/s72-c/52063932_315b970546_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-240767706240731710</id><published>2007-05-31T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:45:13.676+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rock Bottom Laziness!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to thou, who was kind enough to lend me his guitar. Im looking forward to learn playing it. Actually, I`ve been looking into the internet for guitar lessons. But, its never as good as the real stuff. But, anyways, thanks for the guitar man! I really appreciate it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There has been a lot of rock shows, going on around. In, chennai, there has been rock shows going on in YMCA grounds for the past one week. Edo, had tickets for a last week show, and he had asked me to come. I actually, wanted to go with the guys, and have fun. But, ended up not goin. 2 reasons! &lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes, you like a person, and u like everything that person likes and hate everything that person hates. On the other hand, when you hate a person, you hate everything the person likes and like everything the person hates! Apparently, rock music is something which a person i hate, likes. So, I kinda learnt to hate rock music.&lt;br /&gt;2. There was "the match"! Couldnt afford to miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Thou, also asked me if, I could come to the Aerosmith show in Blore! And, again, Im not much into Aerosmith, though i respect those guys! So, ended up not goin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashnews: Ram, couldnt move his ass, to join the tennis classes, eventhough, he really wants to join!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-240767706240731710?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/240767706240731710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=240767706240731710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/240767706240731710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/240767706240731710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-bottom-laziness.html' title='Rock Bottom Laziness!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-4732478878618605844</id><published>2007-05-27T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:02:05.234+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>And, I said "make it 200!"</title><content type='html'>I can feel every muscle in my body ache after bowling a 3 over spell. It was a bet match. As i entered the scene, they said it was a 100Rs bet. And I said, "make it 200!". Well it was 100, and I dont know why i was so confident! We were the old schoolmates playing against the so called younger guys. We were once invinsible. Those were the times when i used to get down as no 3 and play a decent innings.And a decent innings is like, i hit around 20 runs. And yeah, im talking about tennis ball cricket. After about 2 years we guys played a match yesterday. The setting was good. Better ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We lost the toss and they elected to bat. We had 11 guys. But only 4 bowlers who can bowl decently. I joined in that list very recently. It was a 14 over match. A bowler can a bowl a max of 4 overs. They had good players. But it was the 5th over when i came to bowl, the 1st wicket fell. It was stupid match. We chased badly and lost by 30 runs.&lt;br /&gt;But, all in the game. Had a good time though. Except, I growl everytime, I sit down or get up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-4732478878618605844?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4732478878618605844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=4732478878618605844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4732478878618605844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/4732478878618605844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-said-make-it-200.html' title='And, I said &quot;make it 200!&quot;'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7459500366524207612</id><published>2007-05-24T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:09:12.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; An idle mind is a devil`s work shop. Hey devil, you have to pay me 2 months advance!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7459500366524207612?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7459500366524207612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7459500366524207612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7459500366524207612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7459500366524207612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8700261942664257708</id><published>2007-05-24T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:15:49.530+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>Untitled - ugh, i hate it!</title><content type='html'>I got an invite from a friend to join a community called flixter. It just asks for me to fill in my details. And, suddenly, on a screen i click "next" and the site itself collect contacts from my google account and send them invites. I find the community interesting, coz its all about movies. But, I dont want people joining it and cursing me to send the invite. And, By doing this, I also sent invites to some people I hate. And, the worst part is, they even joined. Its a pathetic feeling, really. Btw, I really have nothing to write, just scribbling something which comes into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, went to a movie called chennai 600028. Good flick. A fun movie. It was hilarious. Its about cricket and they`ve taken the movie well. We had a good laugh. But mozhi was far better. Its a feel good movie. Every moment of the film, you feel, u had a life like that. Thats how a movie should be. Anyways, got nothing more to write. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8700261942664257708?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8700261942664257708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8700261942664257708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8700261942664257708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8700261942664257708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/untitled-ugh-i-hate-it.html' title='Untitled - ugh, i hate it!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1337314487020327019</id><published>2007-05-22T20:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.415+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>confused- Broke my head, rolled it in a bowling alley and ate brain sandwich! Help me!</title><content type='html'>Just before the exams which i just wrote, i had a lot of plans for the holidays. First, i decided to work in a call center, before i join i-flex. For, like 2 months, you know, earning some good bucks, not depending on dad for my expenditure. But, then, decided against it, when i realised, it wasnt worth it, except for the money. So, the call center thing is out of question now. Then, second, i was planning to write gmat and keep, so was planning to prepare for it. The initial step for the preparation is to buy the gmat book, which i havent taken yet. Im now almost sure that, I`ll be taking the exam before I start working. But, studying for gmat alone is not gonna be good, coz, im really really not good at studying! So, have to do something else. Whatever I do, there must be a meaning to it. I thought of volunteering to some social help organisation and help them for the next 2 months. But, confused. Cant think straight(im not gay!!!). I am jus nervous that, i might get it all wrong! Gimme some sugestions, of what i should be doing for the next 2 months. help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1337314487020327019?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1337314487020327019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1337314487020327019' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1337314487020327019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1337314487020327019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/confused-broke-my-head-rolled-it-in.html' title='confused- Broke my head, rolled it in a bowling alley and ate brain sandwich! Help me!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1259374674480463747</id><published>2007-05-22T02:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:10:49.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Cinderella Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RlIH_B5x2sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aQoYAs1zpgY/s1600-h/Cinderella_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RlIH_B5x2sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aQoYAs1zpgY/s400/Cinderella_Man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067121310169160386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good cinema, should make you feel "wow, man, that was good" a the end of it. Cinderella Man is that kind of a movie. Russel Crowe, does an excellent job as always. We`ve seen that in gladiator and A beautiful mind. And the Director, Ron Howard gets you right into the story. The movie is about a boxing legend, James.J Braddock, who won over the animal, Max Baer. The biggest strenght of the movie is, the director shows and makes the audience feel the agony of james` wife, played by Renée Zellweger. I saw this movie on TV late at night, and woke up the next morning, with the movie, 1st thing in my mind. Ron Howard, seems to have problems with writing his own scripts. But, he does a great job on adapted stories. He deserves the oscar. Just, grab the dvd of this movie and watch. Its worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1259374674480463747?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1259374674480463747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1259374674480463747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1259374674480463747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1259374674480463747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/cinderella-man.html' title='Cinderella Man'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/RlIH_B5x2sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aQoYAs1zpgY/s72-c/Cinderella_Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1672672017664961656</id><published>2007-05-22T01:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.416+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Mi...</title><content type='html'>Last week was a satisfactory week. May 18th, friday, was my mom`s b`day. And im glad, i cud do something which could be called as birthday celebration, to my standards. Honestly speaking, mom has never celebrated her b`day. Maybe a handful of occasions when me and sis gave her flowers or greeting cards, which said, "ma we love you". We have to feel great on our birthdays. For, mom, it has always been just another day, doing the dishes, cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner and my 4th meal. None of her sisters wishes her. Her birthdays, for the past 55 years have been like this. But, this time, thanks to the money my sister had sent me, I took her, dad and my grandmother to a beautiful movie. Yeah, thats the celebration ive been talking about. And, the occasion was, my mom`s b`day. So, it can be accounted as a celebration. Im glad, and I could definitely say that, she felt good, on her b`day. I had a feeling of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought her a pizza. She, used to ask me for it, whenever I go out with friends for dinner. I always used to forget about it, the next time I go out. But, i remembered. I went to the pizza corner, bought her a good medium pizza, and came home. But, this was the next day of her b`day. But again, glad i could atleast do this for her. It actually feels good when you do stuffs which pleases the people you love. Love you ma... always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1672672017664961656?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1672672017664961656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1672672017664961656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1672672017664961656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1672672017664961656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/mi.html' title='Mi...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-530677360415597383</id><published>2007-05-17T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:12:15.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>I have successfully completed six months, since i wrote the &lt;a href="http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/shareauto-burden.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about me following rules and all. I am proud to say that, I`ve managed to follow the road rules and traffic rules. Ever since then, I`ve not got into a share auto. Share autos are forbidden to accomodate more than 3 people. But none of the auto guys follow the rules. My motto was that, i shouldnt get into share autos which break the rules. But, even when i get into the share auto and demand the driver not to take more than 3 passengers, no one including the co passengers accept to travel by it, fearing the probable hike in the price. As I said, the mistakes must be corrected from the bottom. And the root cause for the guys to commit mistakes is us, the public. And the other motto i took up on that post is, i shud never bribe the cops. I dint get a chance to meet the guys on the road as i mostly follow the traffic rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good when there are no mistakes committed from my side. Makes me guilty free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-530677360415597383?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/530677360415597383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=530677360415597383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/530677360415597383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/530677360415597383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1482602662079525725</id><published>2007-05-16T20:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:10:49.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Spiderman III</title><content type='html'>I go outta the house to escape the never ending TV serials to the cinemas to see Spiderman III, and there I again see a 3 hour TV serial. The movie was crap. There are totally 4 or maybe 3 action scenes in the movie. They keep repeating the same scenes on tv. You go there with an expectation and you end up seeing a "The young and Restless" look alike. Good god! It was too boring. The characters at some point of time have to move on from the romance and get over the stupic break up! That never happens in the movie. The ending is typical tamil movie. In this case I have to be proud that an english movie has reached tamil standards. But, the point is; "A friend run into the path of a knife and get himself killed to save his friend`s life" is a concept which hasnt been in use even in tamil cinemas since 1995! Outsated is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its got all the hype and toby macguire. But it, on first place shouldnt have been made to a movie. And, someone told me that Kirsten Dunst is nowhere near the beauty of the red haired girl in the comic book! I should admit, i really loved her as a little girl in small soldiers, but she looked real bad in this movie. Im not a lover of super hero movies normally. But, I believe a super hero movie should be as good as batman begins. Thats one movie which I really really loved watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line : Spiderman III is a pile of very old dry tamil cow dung! Please dont degrade yourself by rating it good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1482602662079525725?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1482602662079525725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1482602662079525725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1482602662079525725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1482602662079525725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-iii.html' title='Spiderman III'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8039711823652418352</id><published>2007-05-15T20:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:15:49.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>D`oh</title><content type='html'>I developed the 2 rolls today, which i took in yercaud. Very disappointed again. I experimented a lot and, one of the rolls wasnt good. So, some of the good pictures turned out to be bad. I hate it when this happens. Anyways. I`ll try and learn. some of the good ones, i`ve posted in &lt;a href="http://mydearmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;the photoblog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8039711823652418352?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8039711823652418352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8039711823652418352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8039711823652418352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8039711823652418352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/doh.html' title='D`oh'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-5687910369588244132</id><published>2007-05-14T05:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.416+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Blurred Vision!</title><content type='html'>We all go through a lot of things in the journey towards eternity. And, for me, engineering is one of the long trips I took in the journey. It was long enough that I was desperate to finish it. It is a different feeling that Im gonna be on my own, and it is sad indeed that, we guys are gonna part! But, yeah eternity is not an easy destination. All those things apart. Im now happy that I`ve finished engineering. Though I cant be so sure about it. I have no idea where each of us will be in another 3 or 4 months. I`ll have to find new friends, new people new environment. Although I dont feel the way I felt when I entered college from school, a pinch of nervousness prevails. AS always, to satisfy myself, its all in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Had finished my 62nd engineering exam on friday. We wanted to celebrate. But, none of us felt that great. Or maybe it was just me. I remembered those days, when me and the guys discussed how much our college sucked! But, its always the nature that, when we leave something, we realise the worth of it. Thats okay. Im sure, im gonna miss college. I dont know about others, but college was the only place where i had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I went for a family trip to yerkaud. Me, mom, 2 uncles and 2 aunts. Really, it was an awesome place. It wasnt cold, but it was pleasant. Very pleasant. Uncle had booked a room with an awesome view. It was a great trip, excepting the petty quarells. Now Im back, sitting and listening to Save you-Provoked. Awesome song and Im addicted to it! Maybe, we guys will plan something this week. Hope we have some fun in our last days together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-5687910369588244132?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5687910369588244132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=5687910369588244132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5687910369588244132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5687910369588244132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/blurred-vision.html' title='Blurred Vision!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-5885533704086900521</id><published>2007-05-04T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>As Good As it Gets</title><content type='html'>21 years of journey towards eternity has been breathtakingly phenomenal. Learnt, lost, got, gave, troubled and troubled by a lot of things and people. As a little kid, in school, I`ve never felt competition. Never have been the best kid, with best scores in the class. I used to wonder how it would feel being a 'topper'. Maybe, it was a great feeling. But I was already feeling great. And the greater I feel, as I take my next step towards eternity. I have definitely had my bad, sad days. But who hasnt? Now, at this moment, I feel, I lived a perfect life. You dont have to be a winner in every aspect. What matters is, at the end of the day, I am happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as it gets. I love that phrase. Its a movie which has Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt, a romantic comedy. Good one. But, not here to talk about the movie. Everyday, I wake up to sunshine, I feel one more day old. I feel it, and its a good feeling. When Im older, and much more busier, I will remember these days, as the days I enjoyed lving. But I wont be complaining. Living every single day to its capacity. I love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-5885533704086900521?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5885533704086900521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=5885533704086900521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5885533704086900521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/5885533704086900521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='As Good As it Gets'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8520886618801527676</id><published>2007-04-30T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:15:49.534+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>Yeah, its me!</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a while since I actually posted. But I have my reasons! No! Im lying. I`ve been in the so called "oppice" for the past week, ever since I came from goa. Oppice, is nothing but, vetti oppice. Its a place where we all sit in our homes doing nothing. Yeah, thats where I was, before and after the goa trip. So I have enough experience in the oppice. Thats enough of the oppice shit. Now the reason I am posting is, to avoid my nephew and niece, who are here for their summer vacation. My niece is an under aged brat, equally irritating, just because I gave her an extra attention when I was at her place. And my nephew, immature 15 year old. I often pity him. Maybe because the place they get their education. He gets a good 90% score in his school, but that aint enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to write the so called experiences in goa. It was a great trip. We all loved it. Goa is a photographer`s paradise. But for an amateur like me, it is disappointing when the pics dont come out well. But, yeah who cares? I do it for my satisfaction. We went to these deserted forts. It was hot, very hot there, especially in the forts, but it was worth it. WE visited the Champora and the Aguada forts. WE visited a number of beaches. We bsicaly did a lot of stuffs together. Fun, is the keyword. But goa is an expensive place. I spent a good 4 grand, excluding the travel expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a lot of blogs when I am at the oppice. I feel so down in the line wheni read some of them. Wow!, Man, I lack the feel when I write it. hmmm, again who cares? I write for my satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8520886618801527676?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8520886618801527676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8520886618801527676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8520886618801527676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8520886618801527676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-its-me.html' title='Yeah, its me!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-7220879132601719300</id><published>2007-04-22T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the pics from the goa trip, check out the following links..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94337653@N00/?saved=1"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/94337653@N00/?saved=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7517776@N02/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/7517776@N02/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydearmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mydearmemories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-7220879132601719300?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7220879132601719300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=7220879132601719300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7220879132601719300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/7220879132601719300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-pics-from-goa-trip-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3343764095021043305</id><published>2007-04-22T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:09:43.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Rampi Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Your garden fruits are not always sweet!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3343764095021043305?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3343764095021043305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3343764095021043305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3343764095021043305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3343764095021043305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/rampi-says_22.html' title='Rampi Says...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-3035130197325329165</id><published>2007-04-22T09:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitely, an unforgettable trip! Goa is a beautiful place. That is obvious. But surely, after chicago, its the best place I`ve been. Actually, thats the farthest place I`ve been in India! Yeah, I loved the trip. All the guys were in the mood to groove. We had excellent fun with each other. And, finally in the end of college life, we get to understand each other properly. And, it was a great gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou - Mastermind of the trip!Very responsible, and always ready to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Edo  - The silent guy. Wipes any kind of tension with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sue  - Another mastermind behind the trip. He booked the tickets. And, yeah reponsible and understands people.              &lt;br /&gt;Sori - Makes a guy shut up wih just a stare. Looks like a bollywood hero with his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;Shan - Mr. Irresponsile. Misplaced my bag, lost his wallet twice, lost the keys to his luggage, and lot more of his "leelaigal"!&lt;br /&gt;Zbhai- The fun guy of the group. Laughs at the silliest jokes.&lt;br /&gt;body - The weekest guy of the group. Confused all the time. But he is "Romba Nallavan".&lt;br /&gt;Saro - He laughs at everything me and sue does. Adjusting is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip and we all loved it. Thank you guys for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My photogrphs taken there are really really bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-3035130197325329165?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3035130197325329165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=3035130197325329165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3035130197325329165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/3035130197325329165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/definitely-unforgettable-trip-goa-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8224662865063461986</id><published>2007-04-13T14:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:15:49.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>My Pics :)</title><content type='html'>I`ve been taking pictures in my slr for some time now. The 1st roll which was already there in the camera... was expired and thus was a flop show. Today I developed another roll which has come up pretty well. I took the pictures mostly near my house and in the garden. Taking the camera to Goa now, will be back with another collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my other &lt;a href="http://mydearmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to check out the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8224662865063461986?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8224662865063461986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8224662865063461986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8224662865063461986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8224662865063461986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-pics.html' title='My Pics :)'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1782220899508511315</id><published>2007-04-11T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Whats worse than a Hot bad day?</title><content type='html'>When you have a bad day, its like getting hit by a cotton ball and you end up getting a head ache. It was like that yesterday. I had been in thou`s place monday nights. Played Brian Lara cricket 2007, did little bit of project report work, slept at 5 in the morning and got up at 7 and came home. I took print out of the report. Wich took like 1 hour for a copy and i took 2 copies. And pressure from my friend Se to go to college and get the report verified soon. I finished the printing process only by 12. Went to college to see our guide hogging on "Drumstick" Sambar rice. Couldn`t stand seeing it. So I waited. Waited for half an hour for her to finish her lunch. Then she found small mistakes. She asked us to redo it!! hell with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then came home. Dint have money. I was bankrupt after thou`s home night, the previous night. Went to the atm, took money and bought papers. Came back and started printing. In a wink, 20 papers dot stuck in the printer. Wow!! I was sweating like hell. I had to finish the work the next day. Dint know what to do. I then called "body". He asked me to come home and take printout. Its a good 10 to 15 kms to his place. So went there and took print out. The bad day just continued the next day. Went to the shop for binding and he said he would take a life time to bind it. So went to se`s place and then gave it for binding somewhere near his place. Phew! Finally it was over! A good 30 hours of nightmare. But it feels good that it is over now! With the tempo increasing for the trip which starts day after, it feels even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1782220899508511315?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1782220899508511315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1782220899508511315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1782220899508511315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1782220899508511315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-worse-than-hot-bad-day.html' title='Whats worse than a Hot bad day?'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-1494207695461194324</id><published>2007-04-09T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:15:49.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>In Dino!</title><content type='html'>Watched 300 the day before. Bottom Line : Awesome visual effects! The guys` abs were too damn good. Shit mann! All the 300 guys had abs like that. They must be working out for a living! Then we stayed in Tho`s place for the night. Jus 3 of us. We watched the bad display of the south africans and playing Brian Lara`s cricket 2007. It was fun. We played till 5 in the morning and then hit the bed. I came back home, ate and slept again. Nowadays, the sleep constituting most of the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Off late, I`ve been addicted to a particular song. Its called In Dino from a movie called Metro-life in a city. Its an awesome song. Ive spent a total of 2 hrs waiting for that song to be telecast on tv, untill i finally downloaded it. Its just a great song. And, I feel I am missing something in life. But, I guess I am absolutely happy now. I just love the way life is goin on now. But, nothing can last forever. So keeping my fingers crossed. Love you all! Just got nothing much to post about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-1494207695461194324?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1494207695461194324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=1494207695461194324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1494207695461194324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/1494207695461194324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-dino.html' title='In Dino!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-2748826964595307728</id><published>2007-04-06T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:17:11.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Blank Mind!</title><content type='html'>Knowing a celebrity doesnt make anyone look cool! No reason to mention it, but it just crossed my mind. There are a lot of guys whom I know who knows, you know who, celebrities. Doesnt make them celebrities for sure. It seriosuly aint a topic to post about. I wrote a post last night. Wasnt good, so deleted it. Recovered the same post and changed some of it. Still wasnt good enough. So deleted it. Wrote another post, which wasnt good either. So deleted it and now I`m writing this one. Going to watch 300 tomorrow. Saw finding neverland today. Finding neverland was just a beautiful movie. Depp is awesome. So is Kate Winslett. They are just good actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I met up with an old friend with whome i had a huge quarell sometime back. Its been 5 months since i saw him. Quite a big quarell. Fought our souls out!! Met up with him th day before and we were okay with each other. I cant call him a friend now, but i can forgive him as a human being. Maybe, he isnt even sorry, but yeah, to me what he did was bad and i forive him for that. The other things, i did some shopping. Got 3 t-shirts, 2 shirts and 2 jeans for 1300 bucks. It was an awesome sale. And i got a Nike shoe for 1300 bucks, which was worth 2300/-. So happy i saved some money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-2748826964595307728?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2748826964595307728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=2748826964595307728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2748826964595307728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/2748826964595307728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/blank-mind.html' title='Blank Mind!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18222289.post-8900329374749782072</id><published>2007-04-02T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:09:43.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Rampi Says....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Being jealous about someone just because that person is having more fun than you are is absolutely stupid...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18222289-8900329374749782072?l=hardlylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8900329374749782072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18222289&amp;postID=8900329374749782072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8900329374749782072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18222289/posts/default/8900329374749782072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardlylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/rampi-says.html' title='Rampi Says....'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101038897258465945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEXrz6SuNBg/SOX1CnSNHiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQE2FXCOezw/S220/2778478610_92858dce2e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
