<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682</id><updated>2009-11-07T23:22:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flame the Fire and Fuel The Desire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flamingreds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06837007953647234617</uri><email>myfriendsforcedmetoregister@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682.post-8123537249352586820</id><published>2009-10-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:17:45.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weeks that went ....</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to all those been following my blog . Trouble is I cant see any hint that my blog are being followed so if any of you are , please do post your comments . Brickbats or Bouquets whatever .... All donations accepted .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay..where do i now start with the last one of mine was many Monday,s back. Well what was then a trouble or problem is now a daily routine , so the then 3 kms walk to the Office bus is now Routine . 4 Songs on my mp3 player usually does the trick of me losing track of the time taken to reach the bus , but sometimes these hooligans friends of mine pester me saying me bus has come and i am left running ,puffing and panting only to realise that there is no bus .Well all part and parcel of pulling legs . But generally things have been really great going , office front too has been good ,well jobless actually .Personally everything seems just fine ,something of which I have become suspicious off. After all the ups and downs ,when things are actually good good , i still see some thing wrong as , why is my life so perfect ???. Wierd nah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October month has been a month of surprises its been diwali ,plus mom and dad's 25th wedding anniversary celebrations .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking forward for the wedding anniversary celebrations ,because friends and relatives would turn up making the house a little lively . And that wasnt the icing on the cake , I had enough leaves to take in month of october . So Diwali was good and awesome with thatha around . I was working the sunday though thanks to some extra work but that did not in any way dampen my sprits . We did burst crackers and light up the sky and all . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always I hit my terrace , to enjoy the fireworks and took a few pictures with my camera .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And generally the diwali has been fun and now i was looking forward to the next week ,whic is my parents wedding anniversary . Couple of functions at home and people coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that week turned out to be pretty hectic , running around for little errands . And by now ,I was frustrated by taking leaves because everytime I say i am at home , all I get is a big list of errands and cobwebs to clean ...... . I just motivated myself saying its for the anniversary and chugged along doing them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anniversary day did arrive , and boy was it hectic , going up and down , giving smiles to people whom i have never met in the distant past .Worse all the people kept saying in some melancholy stretchy south indian tone .... you have grown big ,"I saw you when you were ths small" . Drove me nuts ,dont people grow !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrations did end well and had some time to catch up with my cousin ,had some plas in my head on probabaly going out for dinner or some thing . For me its more about the time i spend wih my family rather than the food in this case . Ahem not that I dont care about food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasnt to happen ,but yep I did get some time after all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening they were to leave for Bangalore again ,and usually they would say come over to bangalore,but somehow  things never meterialised that way . and I said , I will come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that happen ? Would I go to Bangalore soon ? Hmm . this time I decided the next long weekend I will go . When and which long weekend was the question ? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Monday , I hit office after a gap of 5 days the weekend pus 2 of my leaves taken .It seemed like ages since I had been to office .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seemed preety ordinary and lazy and I was trying my best to show that i had some work . That wasn the case , as my manager called me to his desk and said , Shyam there is still no important work and you are still high on leaves . so go on vacation again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ..what!!! and said that I cant be just sent on leave ,I want to choose my leaves . Then he says llright but you gte to choose only one day out of the 2 alloted to you . My head whirred into action and like on leave eh ...Friday ! . I asked for the friday and noticed that it was heavily blocked by people with leaves .Well they say be good to managers always and sure , that helps , he just removed on the other guys fridays leave and allocated to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretched it a liitle bit and asked , can I go an hr early on Thursday , and he said yes . By this time , The Temporary itinery in my head for the Bangalore trip was sealed . Next step make it true .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my tickets booked for the Thursday Overnighter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post ends here .Rest in my next one . Well actually too lazy to continue writing and besides I thought its worthwhile to mention about the Trip one a dedicated post to it . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you folks till next time ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649059378077821682-8123537249352586820?l=flamingreds.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/8123537249352586820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649059378077821682&amp;postID=8123537249352586820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/8123537249352586820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/8123537249352586820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/2009/10/weeks-that-went.html' title='The weeks that went ....'/><author><name>Flamingreds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06837007953647234617</uri><email>myfriendsforcedmetoregister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13715338053602573724'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682.post-8605398849514480439</id><published>2009-10-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:59:04.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monday I Would Like to Forget and Move On</title><content type='html'>Hello again , and for all those who have been reading my blogs , I did mention in my last blog as to how the Mondays going to be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a mixed bag as of course the Saturday , I was working and after the drive down from the office in the ever never let go rains ,I was no less than a crumpled trash can .&lt;br /&gt;Come home and my Mom is waiting for a shopping List to complete .I did not want to dissapoint her this time as I have been evading that for like weeks . So saturday was lost in driving around doing the odd jobs. Sunday again was going to be a shopping day again ,but the morning started with me and my mom grumbling . I had agreed for the morning until i realised that the f1 races which is usually in the evenings is in the morning . So the morning was done with me engrossed in the F1 , bad results for my team ferrari though . Then a 3 hour wait at the Vet for Bruce ,thanks to him spraining his leg .I was little pesky about the vet becuase he ahs been heftily charging on the medicines for the last few medicines with tonnes of medicines for bruce and the charges were going up,I just wonder if Bruce really needed so many tonics and stuff . nevertheless his medicines seems to work so no grumbling there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was great as we went shopping and I must say that I have become preety brand specific. I remember that I dont mind wearing as long as the clothes are of good quality . This time I went for Allen Solly (pardon me if its spelt wrong).And tried a new Alu tikki wala , well the ragada in it was a disaster ,but the tikki was yumm.. . Back home and I logged onto my usual networking sites and thats when things really changed for the worse with my emotions .i was looking at a few albums of my friends and I was the only person left out .Not that they did not call me , they did . I couldnt get leaves .And suddenly it sank preety heavily that I am missing my friends .I am still trying to get rid of my 'No friends worth me in Hyderabad'attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense that Mumbai is beckoning me again , but that will have to wait till December.Also most of friends have moved to London where I intend going next year for Work and Higher Studies so i really wonder if the trip is worth it . And then these wierd thoughts of me in Hyderabad, lonely,working and losing my good part of the life when i am supposed to enjoy took over me . I sighed and shut myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was no better . Inspite of putting aside the night behind , I was still a lost soul .So much was I lost that the 3 km walk to ctach the office bus was with me listening to lounge and instrumental. i normally never listen to instrumental in the morning . That itself was reflection of my mood. The hike was not too pleasing , and then the bus was even more worse , looked like condemnded bus repainted to make it look roadworthy .The roadworthiness was sound to be felt as the bus stopped midway and the driver shouted Diesel over. Grrrr Was i now really irritated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus started after 15mins only to break down again on a busy flyover  a few metres away from where we resumed our journey . So another delay to wait for a backup bus. Reached office and no matter how much i tried hard to concentrate on my work . I could not .The new change in timings is also the added woes to the list of irritations in me , as that meant I would work and extra 30mins into the night . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seemd to have lost all my kineses at the work place as the night began to unfold like a horror movie . First I had a look at my desgnated cabby for the day and when the combined roster of my morning and evening showed on the screen , It was no less than that of a Railway Reservation chart . I wonder if my managers and Laloo has anything in common ,I would nt be surprised if they implement the second row desking and double decker row seating in the cabs as well . Anything can happen these days !!.Walking out from the office also wasnt going to be easy .I had to wait in a Queue to get myself out at the swipe gate ,aww was I now reaching the Saturation point .Matters worse as My card did not let me out and I had to get it reset and again stand in the Queue. eventually I did come out only to notice my Cabby point worse than a City Bus Stop the Culmination of 2 peak logoffs was no good .By now I definitley agree with Shashi Tharoor on the cattle class remark .I was in Winger and catle class it is sure enough. The winger was filled with absolute strangers, employess whom i have never met and talked . This was enough for me to break down completly.I went into a Silence mode and by now even the instrumental music was noise to me .The striking contrast of me walking out happily ,boarding the cab of known people , the orange sticks , the winger stops all came crashing down like a pack of cards . Never Have i felt so bothered about my personal space being so narrowed down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a choice , I asked myself ....there was no answer . But One thing is for sure , I am not going to take this trouble the next day as I will be driving down to office .Thats the only thing which will make me feel better . So really looking forward for the next day .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649059378077821682-8605398849514480439?l=flamingreds.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/8605398849514480439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649059378077821682&amp;postID=8605398849514480439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/8605398849514480439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/8605398849514480439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-i-would-like-to-forget-and-move.html' title='The Monday I Would Like to Forget and Move On'/><author><name>Flamingreds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06837007953647234617</uri><email>myfriendsforcedmetoregister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13715338053602573724'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682.post-3986267494221330667</id><published>2009-10-01T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:09:13.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fancy winger , forgottten twister and a Quick Scamper ,for a good nite !!</title><content type='html'>This blog is certainly earlier than I expected to write .&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 days have been no short of Excitement .where do I start from ??? . Allright . I will begin with my friends first in the Office , We usually travel back in a winger a big van with like 10 People more like a Gang . And that comprises of Myself,Aarti,Anusha,Swarna Kumar,Avinash,Andrea,Prashanti,Gulzar and Namrata.We try to be professionals at work but when we hit the Winger,boy do we let loose out our tails . One heck of a crowd, talk about foodood and you will probably not need the Times of India Food Guide. We would have just about anyhing from the Routine Orange Sticks ,to the maharaja Chat , sometimes the KFC etc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have been marred by torrential rains here and thanks to it we were given manual drops (ie no specifc vehicles, so we had to fight it out for a vehicle ).Though we are a big bunch of screamers ,we seldom use our voices to shout at the right time and thus the effect of it ... standing for 1hr 45 minutes waiting for a cabby , we did get the occasional cabs where some of us could actualy split up and go . But here no one wanted to split eventually we all stood together whining for a cab .Time was to be killed with the Buying for Fried Corns ,a Quick Tea but at the end the bell did ring in all of us that we need to go home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked a private taxi to cram in 7 of us , and quickly grabbed a snack in the cafeteria .All well and ready to go home , when the last row in the Taxi seem to have had an extra dose of energy , it all began with Gulzar,Anusha and Nams three happy go lucky gals and at the back.Played a few numbers from their cell phones .And there the fire was lit ,all of us started singing . We liked one song though which goes like "I gotta feling that tonights gonna be a good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last row went berserk , dancing and singing ,we soon found out that it was the Red Bull gives You wings effect . Time flew in the cab and we reached home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wzzzzzzzzzz we forward to the evening of the next day , you may ask whats in between the nights. Sleep and Office ...thats about it . Okay the next day again with the same gang minus a few ,it was pouring heavily when we came out for our cabs. The winger what we got was a fancy one ,as in with deluxe seats . I was elated  for a while until the trasnport guy and shooed us to the reception to pick up more people . I was adamant and let only one in inspite of our vehicle having three empty seats . Off we go until we decided to have Some snack at KFC and we drove instraight to thje drive in to place our orders , I was getting impatient as we were getting delayed and although we have stopped the wingers for many a time , this stoppage seemed longer . I was losing patience when we got the snacks delivered . Then we pushed off when we realsied that one sanck iten called the twister was missing, I said hang on and ran bk to the store and asked him for the twister . It was quite a scamper to run and come back because the winger has to go ahead and take a U turn to hit the main road while i could cut across and sure enough I was there just in time for the winger to join me again. The stoppage was definitley worth it as we had our snacks and numerous thank you's . And whats more we relaised that all the othr cabs were still stuck behind us in traffic jams all over the city, I couldnt help grinning to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats the end of this one , Monday is going to be a day of me walking 2 kilometres to Catch the Office Bus . Wonder wats in store .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649059378077821682-3986267494221330667?l=flamingreds.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/3986267494221330667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649059378077821682&amp;postID=3986267494221330667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/3986267494221330667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/3986267494221330667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/2009/10/fancy-winger-forgottten-twister-and.html' title='A fancy winger , forgottten twister and a Quick Scamper ,for a good nite !!'/><author><name>Flamingreds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06837007953647234617</uri><email>myfriendsforcedmetoregister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13715338053602573724'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682.post-1545744396977293602</id><published>2009-09-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:05:43.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog after a very long time with an Dose of Rashees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/Sr73JPLSe3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/NW-1AA0kHXU/s1600-h/scooby-doo-clipart10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386013942446455666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/Sr73JPLSe3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/NW-1AA0kHXU/s320/scooby-doo-clipart10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh well, i cant count the days its been since i wrote a new post in my blog , still who cares anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Allright to start with the weeks been great ,and work place has been just the usual ,was asked to work on Saturday ,I was so jobless that i ve been counting my saturdays at work its been 8 at a stretch . Well this saturday was a festive saturday as well , thanks to the ongoing navratri season ,when the ladies are genrally invited to the house . So i thought maybe its a good deal afterall to sit at office .Hit the office at 11 to figure out my sytems down and returned home at 3 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as usual siting on the new found facebook addiction of mine , was wondering about watching this movie ,Whats Your Rashee .I ve donwloaded the songs before but to be honest barring 3 songs initially dint quite find any numbers catchy . So pestered my mom to come along and Mom and me generally dont say no for the movies, I booked the tickets with some great expectations .I was like hmm watching this movie will give me a good idea of hows girls are of each horsocope, not that I dont know it , just see hows it potrayed in the movies , something which ended up to be .....ahem comments further down .&lt;br /&gt;But then came the ryder the show was for 9 20 and moms was like son , if people turn up early then i come , or else go with your friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ya right , 2 tickets and One ticket free , whos gonna come , I did try though , but to no avail , and besides I am not that close to anyone here apart from my office colleagues here in hyderabad .Well eventually mom did come and we did go for the movie , I guess my blog ends here and the movie review begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright Whats your rashee is the movie and trust me in one liner , if you are jobless and have a 100 bucks to spare and wanna kill time go for it . To be honest seing 12 priyanka in all the rashees left me speechless with me pestering my mom which rashee this this and I couldnt even say tht You know mom i like the priyanka in this rashee that rashee . Boy was it head spinning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero though has done a goood jobby for his second film ,psst i ve just been told that its his second film  I must say that the story line is good and if you had 12 differnt girls in this movie with one being priyanka it would have been a hit . The problem here was that normally I would tend to compare a girl with an other in terms of characters etc .. ie I can say you know that this girls is like this and she is like this , but here the problem is all the 12 are the same , and my brain really couldnt comprehend this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to the woes are the never ending songs , one for each girl .Bah I looked at the lounger seats in the back of the theatre and was like happy , phew thank god i dint pay 200 for this movie , I would have certainly dozed off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dragging movie and sometimes gets really monotonous, the first half is good though , but i guess you know the story by then for the second half and boy is the second half really really boring, By now I had lost count of the rashees and i forgot my own rashee by then and was liek arey yaar how many more to go ?????.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides the depiction of the girl of each rashee was pathetic ,I had this thing in my head about my friends cos I knew their sunsigns and was like hmm lets see how its depicted here , awwwww there was no comparision at all ,Utter nonsense was the depcitions of the rashees , espicially taurus , pisces and Saggitarius . I am a Saggitarian myself and had great expecttaions of the Girl of my sun sign , watching the movie , I was like huh are they like that !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in effect as i said above, go watch it if your utterly jobless ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right do I have anything more to write on this rainy morning ,,nothing much .&lt;br /&gt;See you soon in my next blog whenever that is ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649059378077821682-1545744396977293602?l=flamingreds.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/1545744396977293602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649059378077821682&amp;postID=1545744396977293602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/1545744396977293602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/1545744396977293602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-after-very-long-time-with-dose-of.html' title='A blog after a very long time with an Dose of Rashees!'/><author><name>Flamingreds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06837007953647234617</uri><email>myfriendsforcedmetoregister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13715338053602573724'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/Sr73JPLSe3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/NW-1AA0kHXU/s72-c/scooby-doo-clipart10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682.post-8516039967577215882</id><published>2009-04-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:07:46.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lived the day in excess!! Literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/SdrRhW_JGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4TGZA_5_TaY/s1600-h/DSC07541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796280727967986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/SdrRhW_JGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4TGZA_5_TaY/s320/DSC07541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem , I am sure for all those who thought this guy is now lazy to write his blogs , its a&lt;br /&gt;turnaround .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm allright so how come this time i took time out to write a blog , well its like this , everyday of my life which is different from my usual idiotic mundane monotonous life is penned down . So that diffferent day did come and thus it deserves to be penned down .Anyways life in general is just great tottering about , work place is challenging ( or psst..... is that my boss taking more work outa me ?) .Well I have offlate started enjoying thiings diffferently ,yeah it is sometimes kiddish but who cares at the end of the day If i am happy with that .Home front is just the usual ,the cooking the cleaning eating and sleeping . I know I am being sarcastic here but thats how it is . And the only thing which has changed is that I have been finally enjoying my last two weekends which are otherwise just spent at home . I must say say a big thanks to the Times of India news paper for having a fortnight long hyderabad festival where they had shows , concerts and theatrics to view . The last saturday , me and my mom went for a qawwali concert at chowmohalla palace,it was a good one , pity i couldnt stay for the concert as i had an exam . But this week , Me and Mom went to Shankar Mahedevans concert at Necklace road and it was really good ,but still there was this empty space in me , i knew what it was (Missing Mumbai for all this ),but This time i was scolding myself to shut up and enjoy hyderabad as well . Allright even still the empty space wouldnt go , and this time i knew it and I just asked a question to myself . Shyam its a concert and something that should be enjoyed with your friends , wat are you doing here ??? . I knew I did not have an answer to that question ,but then the next day was Hariharans concert at Hitech city . I was like hmmm.......maybe i can go for that with my Mumbai friends who are in town .Now i knew this was of course at the cost of not letting my mom and dad go for the concert !!, but dad never really bothers and mom yes she likes it ,there was this dilemma .Eventually after a few phone calls to my friends and the next day evenings programme planned , I broke the news to my mom about the Sunday plan . Boy was I just waiting for her to say yes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday!! I was really really looking forward to it , now then usually I refrain from going out to Hitech city because 5 days a week I go there for work and again!!!. Nopes that was not gonna stop me this time , I tanked up Herby(my maruti 800) and off we went ,first stop meetimg Moize , he is my classmate from mumbai doing his hotel mgmt in Hyderabad and works in one of the biggie hotels , and then came Vinay my other classmate who is not in the same league as my 10th batch friends cos he came in in the eleventh ,A nice guy but very silent and quiet and of course the last was Priyanka , she is that solitude gal who you always here in the poems (hehe ) i know i know , one more classmate of mine from the 10th and there we are all 4 of us from Podar school in mumbai and you should see the joy in our faces , You know the scene in movies where a light glows in the back when a boy sees a gal or an idea strikes , well if the sun wasnt there you could have sure seen that on our faces .Right we stopped for a snack at Subway because MOize was pretty hungry , while we three settled for an ice tea .&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this is something which I really like about our Friendship , for Moize and Vinay , coming for a Hariharan concert would be something ,which would not be of their liking . I know that because Hariharans songs are generally very slowish and Ghazalish ,but still the fact that they came was that we should meet . So here we were at the concert , it was getting really irritating because there was this lets vote video constantly looped and began with I swear . Moize was like .. whats this I swear I swear show chalu kar (begin the show)as the show progressed with Hariharan making us enjoy the evening and he sure belted out out some memorable numbers ,to name a few ,Roja, yaadein,Minsara Kanavu and Guru ,plus his Krishan nee Begane and The grand Finale with Thamizha Thamizha (Bharat Hum ko jan se pyara).&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Moize's hotel , well he showed us around and took us to the Club called Excess(now thas where the blog tagline comes from ),and I specially liked it thanks to the electronic music being played , below was Mahesh Babu( Telegu film actor) party , and Moize went about telling about all the Page3 guys and their Stories ,oh well all gossip and well we meanwhile were also gossiping about the years past and how we made it through and all . The music was beggining to jam our ears ,so off we went for a quieter ambience by the hotels poolside ,which impressed me with the mood lighting concept . Took a few snaps here for memories and finally decided to head home at 1 am Monday , the other three wanted to stay back but I was getting late as this was my first late night outing and I certainly did not want to face the other side of my Parents . I reached home at 2 and crashed silently to bed .Next day morning is going to be the usual . Allright till the next blog take care , see you all and Have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649059378077821682-8516039967577215882?l=flamingreds.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/8516039967577215882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649059378077821682&amp;postID=8516039967577215882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/8516039967577215882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/8516039967577215882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/2009/04/lived-day-in-excess-literally.html' title='Lived the day in excess!! Literally'/><author><name>Flamingreds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06837007953647234617</uri><email>myfriendsforcedmetoregister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13715338053602573724'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/SdrRhW_JGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4TGZA_5_TaY/s72-c/DSC07541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649059378077821682.post-5401564359060274548</id><published>2008-12-01T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:10:49.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai!! The One Place I call Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/STS0wcgBXZI/AAAAAAAAADA/G7e8afBduJM/s1600-h/4808AS13x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275039807934913938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/STS0wcgBXZI/AAAAAAAAADA/G7e8afBduJM/s320/4808AS13x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/STS0wA2u7tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nQyhP8vWKeM/s1600-h/photo_lg_mumbai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275039800513982162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/STS0wA2u7tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nQyhP8vWKeM/s320/photo_lg_mumbai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/STS0wHks4vI/AAAAAAAAACw/8sh4xxoJla0/s1600-h/060712_mumbai_hmed_3a_h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275039802317398770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uqtyy2BwCW0/STS0wHks4vI/AAAAAAAAACw/8sh4xxoJla0/s320/060712_mumbai_hmed_3a_h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mumbai , The One Place I would never forget . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats in a place one may ask . But thats the city which transformed me from a Teenager to a responsible Citizen. I may not be so staunch enough to be calling myself Mee Mumbaikar , but yes I love the city for many a reason .&lt;br /&gt;In my 21 Years , I am known to have shed a few tears in my life during the times of sorrow, but never have I shed a tear for a city which was being to ransom on the 26th of November .&lt;br /&gt;As the news poured out about Mumbai being attacked, I initially did not take it so seriously ,thats until i saw the footage of the terrorists mercessily shooting at the people and then the Taj on fire . To me Mumbai is just another friend of mine who is being brutally attacked and I could do nothing . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city where adventure is travel in trains , the joy of the rainy season, the rhythmic beats of the drums in the Ganesh festival and not to mention the love of cricket . Say Bhelpuri and the next instant you are taken to Mumbai . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain the love for the city , something which I am trying to pen down here in my blogs in vain, its like narrating my personal life which is mine . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of the people crying and the Taj being attacked and the magnificent structure which for years has been the pride of mumbai ,sploshed across the media for all the wrong things .&lt;br /&gt;As the NDTV news coverage says people are angry !!! But what is the anger ? Is it anger because the people cant do anything on seeing the city being attacked ? Is it because of the loss of faith in Politics and bureaucracy? Is it the anger against the terrorists who killed innocent people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is a I have mentioned above , for many people like me the Bond between Mumbai and them is something personal ,something which cannot be explained .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if people are angry at the terrorists , but they are definitely with the politics being played on it . There is now a sense of Realisation against the politiciains , There is now a need for a change in the Existing Govermental System ,Shame on the the politicians who give out horrendous statements like "These things keep happening in every city "and a Chief Minister showcasing the aftermath to film directors. And the Opposition making a mockery of themselves by showing the Government is not doing enough and trying to get a vote bank .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of working collectively and trying to find an answer , they care more about campaigning.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the need for the nation's youth and the educated to enter Politics has never been so great . This is the time to arise , a new beginning for Politics in India . A drastic change in the existing system . A fitting way of paying Tribute to Many a Men who laid down their lives trying to save my city and people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649059378077821682-5401564359060274548?l=flamingreds.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/feeds/5401564359060274548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649059378077821682&amp;postID=5401564359060274548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/5401564359060274548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649059378077821682/posts/default/5401564359060274548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingreds.blogspot.com/2008/12/mumbai-one-place-i-call-home.html' title='Mumbai!! 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