<?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-22171560</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:55:28.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114937292520363054</id><published>2006-06-03T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:15:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change....</title><content type='html'>Fellow bloggies.. eveyone who is coming to my blog feel little disappointed for not seeing any new post. Well i have a big excuse for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot these days.. Reason for this change in the entry of an angel in my life :-)&lt;br /&gt;Yes my fellow bloggies. I got engaged to a girl last month and am busy putting kadalai with her :-)  Of course it was a arranged one people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this life very very much. The thoughts that someone keeps thinking about you all day makes my life happy.. World looks much more beautiful than before. I have started doing many right things which i was not doing before... I am not alone anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow bloggies, dont curse me everytime u visit my blog and see no post. instead think that i am happpily chatting away with my better half and feel happy for me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update my blogspace frequently though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114937292520363054?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114937292520363054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114937292520363054' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114937292520363054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114937292520363054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/06/change.html' title='Change....'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114374726568331659</id><published>2006-03-30T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:28:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorgamae endraalum....</title><content type='html'>Sorgamae endralum adhu nam oor-a pola varuma. Ippo ellam enakku indhaa paatu thaan neraya thadavai gyapagam varudhu. Reason is, I am going back on vacation to India.. hurray. hurray.. hurray...&lt;br /&gt;No office. no mondays. no praandals for the next two and a half weeks.. aiyaa. i am getting so excited now only... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow bloggies... will be missing the blog fun for next three weeks.. keep posting. will come back and catch up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114374726568331659?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114374726568331659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114374726568331659' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114374726568331659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114374726568331659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorgamae-endraalum.html' title='Sorgamae endraalum....'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114364817585165292</id><published>2006-03-29T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:49:04.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Gal</title><content type='html'>Romba naal-a blog-ae adikkaamaa oppethi aachu. now its time to blog... Enna adikiradhu-nu oru rendu moonu naal-a yosichutttae irukkaen.. kodumai usha madhiri enakku nadakkura kodumai pathi adikalaaama.. illai kuttichuvaru madhiri edhavadhu kuttichuvara eludhalaama illai mystery madhiri pei kadhai eludhalaaama illai logic madhiri logical edhavadhu eludhalaama-nu yosichuttae irukkaen. edhuvum sari pattu varalaa... finally i would write about something I was thinking yesterday night. It is abt my dream girl.. It is about how she should be...&lt;br /&gt;here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She should have a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;2. Good height&lt;br /&gt;3. Nalla fair&lt;br /&gt;4. Should be a loda loda type&lt;br /&gt;5. Kitta thatta oru genelia madhiri illai oru Jo madhiri irukkanum&lt;br /&gt;6. Karate therinju irukkanum&lt;br /&gt;7. Should know driving&lt;br /&gt;8. Should be intelligent and shrewd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ippadi ellam mottai maadilae paduthukiitae, Ravi, an aspiring director is thinking abt her future heroine of his debut film..he he he :-)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ravi, eppadi namma blog ellam padichaan-u ketkaadheenga... :-)) and sathiyaamaa idhu namma dream illaingo... just imagination...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114364817585165292?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114364817585165292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114364817585165292' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114364817585165292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114364817585165292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-gal.html' title='Dream Gal'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114194673554501123</id><published>2006-03-09T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:27:57.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IWD Tag</title><content type='html'>tagged by Kuttichuvaru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here goes my list on the woman I admire most in my life: Ofcourse it is My Amma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes: I like everything she does. No regrets on anything. But her possesiveness on me is something i like. her caring. her love.. i can keep on telling millions and millions of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: Nothing basically.. She becomes very angry on others sometimes and makes herself very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav foods: Tomato rice, potato fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom... i love you very very much. I am here because of you. Your love and blessings keeps me going everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other womens that I admire most : my friend and my sisters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114194673554501123?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114194673554501123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114194673554501123' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114194673554501123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114194673554501123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/03/iwd-tag.html' title='IWD Tag'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114135159624123237</id><published>2006-03-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:38:22.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>engae irukkeenga saro</title><content type='html'>time is 8.30 PM in the night.. saravanan and meenakshi are in the railway station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seekram pogalam Saro.. yaaravadhu paarthura poraanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaam meenu.. innum konjum nerathula train vandhudum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. konjum bayama thaan irukku unga veeeta nenaichaa.. namma thappu panrom-nu thonudhu.. she rests her head on his shoulders....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gently pats her and tells her.. cheer up meenu.. inimae naan thaan onakku ellam. nee thaan enakku ellam. onnai vendaam nnu sonna yaarum enakku thevai illai... adhae madhiri thaan onakkum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. kova padadheengaa... avanga nenaikiradhalyum thappu illayae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ennna thappu illai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.naan edhavadhu sonna ungallukku kovam thaan varum.. naan ellarayum vittutu veeta edhirthu ungakooda vandhadhukku reason theriyumaa saro.. ungalodaa indhaa anbu thaan.. enakku neengaa thaan ellam inimael... neenga illai-naa enna aavaen-nae theriyalaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sari vittaa nee senti ayittae iruppae. naan poi konjum thanni pidichittu varaen. nee ingayae iru bathiraama... sariyaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seekram vandhudunga saro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saro walks away from her.. he sees a water tap at a distance and walks towards that,. he walks some 200 metres and turns back to see meenu.. she hasnt moved a inch... with a big breath he moves forward... after another 200 metres he again turns back.. she hasnt moved a inch. he keeps his sight on her and walks forward.. she is in his thoughts all over.. he keeps walking. suddenly disaster strucks.. he sees a 1 year boy going towards the track and a train is coming. the boy falls from the platform and within a sec, saro jumps on the track and saves the boy. but it was too late for him to come out.. the train overtakes saro and hits him fatally.. there was chaos all round.. every one is shouting in shock and fear.. everyone were shell shocked... the train comes to a screeching stop... and the sound around that place was terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos everywhere. everyone ran towards saro to see him.. but meenu hadnt moved a inch.. yes she didnt move a inch.. she didnt cry.. she doesnt even wink... she didnt shout.. she hears some people running around her.. and she starts searching her blind stick.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114135159624123237?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114135159624123237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114135159624123237' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114135159624123237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114135159624123237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/03/engae-irukkeenga-saro.html' title='engae irukkeenga saro'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114074182832923068</id><published>2006-02-23T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:43:55.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the outright kiss</title><content type='html'>CHANGED THIS PARALLEL LITTLE BIT to match logic's parallel. READ AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is parallel thought of the blogs from &lt;a href="http://lateralplane.blogspot.com"&gt;logic&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sanmad.blogspot.com"&gt;kirukkal&lt;/a&gt;. check them out first before seeing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendu varusham zurich-la irundhuttu, ennoda aal vara poraan daa Viju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Kelvi pattaen Kavi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enakku kaiyum odalaae kaalum odalae.. edhavadhu super present-a kuduthu asathidalaamaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. yaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen.. hmm.. hmm.nu umm-nu irukkae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illai Ramesh vandhutta apram enkooda time spend panna maatae illai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yei.. enna aachu onakku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edhuvum illai.. Sari onakku time aagudhu.. nee kelambu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sari daa. i am starting. airport varae illai. will call u in the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavi goes, and vijay calls his close friend Sundar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundar: enna daa machan.. sollitiyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJ: illai daa. inniki sollanum thaan irukkaen.. ava avana pathiyae pesuraa daa machi. ennaalaa idhai othukka mudiyalaa machi..  rendu varusham avala thaniyae ambo-nu ingae vittutu ponavan thaan avalukku pidichu irukku.. avala ennoda kannukulayae vachi irundhaen. ennai pidikala avalukku. i love her very much daa machi. aana ava purinjikka maatengaraa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundar : hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kavya who missed her purse had come back and hears this conversation of VJ with sundar..&lt;br /&gt;She is heartbroken.. she thinks in her mind.. "yei enna aachu ivanukku. olunga thaanae irundhaan... arivu irukka ivanukku.. enakku nee-um ramesh-um onnaaa.. naan apdi eppavum nenaichadhu illai.. ipadi ellam solli namma friendship-a kocha paduthaadhey. namma friends mattum thaan. enakku Ramesh thaan ellamae... nee vera avan vera daa.. namma nanbargala iruppom.. " avaloda heart-ae norungi pona madhiri oru feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kavya comes home now. avaloda mind-la full-a ramesh thaan irukkaa and these thoughts of VJ was killing her.. she is under lots of emotional stress.. she wants to see Ramesh immediatly and cry to him... every minute goes slowly for her when she waits..&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh comes and kavya sees him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she runs towards him and explodes her emotions out with a outright KISS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114074182832923068?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114074182832923068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114074182832923068' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114074182832923068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114074182832923068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-outright-kiss.html' title='Why the outright kiss'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114047429662481733</id><published>2006-02-20T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:30:51.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oru veedu Iru vaasal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A day for a person in bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Morning oru 9.00 manikku, start with a good coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, oru one hour mail padikiradhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oru one hour, hinduonnet, cricinfo padikiradhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Super-a oru tea adikka vendiyaadhu oru 11.00 manikku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thiruppi mail check pannitu reply panna vendiyaadhu. ella forward-um forward panna vendiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Konjum arattai adikkaa vendiyadhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 12.30 manikku oru one hour lunch saaptuttu, oru 1/2 utkaandhu pongal-a kadalai-o poda vendiyadhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. vandhu mail check panna vendiyadhu. chat allowed-na chat panna vendiyaadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 3.00 maniku oru coffee adichuttu, thiruppi poi mail check panna vendiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. blog palakkam irundhaa padichittu comment vida vendiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 4.00 manikku TT velayaadaa poga vendiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 6.00 manikku bus pidichu veetuku poga vendiyaadhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A day for a person in real project &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Morning oru 8.30-ku adichu pidichu office vara vendiyadhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. TCON with onsite, oru rendu manneram thittu vaanga vendiyadhu. idhai seyala adhai&lt;br /&gt;seyyala-nu solli nalla keech mooch-nu kaathuradha ketka vendiyadhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 11.00 manikku team meeting poittu, angae thiruppi sandai poda vendiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 12.00 ku vandhu mail box paarthu 16 issue outstanding apdinu oru mail, status enna aachunu PM kitta irundhu oru mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 10 nimisham lunch saaptu vandhaa, idhu work aagaala apdinu colleague-ku help panna vendiyadhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ella issue-um mudikka night 9.00 aayidum.. then talk with onsite co-ordinator again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Avar sonna correction panna kaalaila 1.00 clock aayidum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. mudichittu cab pidichaa veetuku poga 3.00 aagum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. thiruppi kaalaila 7.00 manikku bus pidikanum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orae company, orae salary, orae designation.. life of two different persons... ipdi thaan makkalae, ella software company odittu irukku.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114047429662481733?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114047429662481733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114047429662481733' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114047429662481733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114047429662481733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/oru-veedu-iru-vaasal.html' title='Oru veedu Iru vaasal.'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-114006249297149593</id><published>2006-02-15T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:01:32.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in College</title><content type='html'>Hmm. its been 5 years since i passed out of college and 9 years since my first day in college.. i am writing about that special day,. Well, I studied in a Boys higher secondary school and to go to a college was really special for me. No uniforms, No hard rules, No regular exams... etc etc. I was thrilled like any other young person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were seated in a auditorium and I saw so many girls for the first time in my life together in that auditorium ;-). i was looking for my school mate who had also joined the same college. but unfortunately couldnt find him. my name was called and i was assigned a batch. then after all talks, all my batchmates were taken by a professor and we were shown our class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great feeling to enter the classroom. after all, i had dreamnt all my life till then, to go to this college. I would say i was fed everyday by my dad, that i should enter this prestigious instituition. it was a dream come true for me. I was feeling like a caged bird which is freed finally.. some sort of achievement for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class was pretty full i should say and i didnt know a single soul in the class.. all the girls chose to sit on the left most corner of the room and we guys occupied the rest three rows... i was sitting on the 3 row adjacent to the row where the girls sat ;-) accidental thaan makkakae. i didnt get any other place. i spoke to the boy sitting near me.. i felt shy and odd to see some girls sitting in my classroom... very odd feeling really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some good talks from professors, i started realising why it is important for a person to concentrate on their studies at school.. Seniors came and talked abt history of the instituition..  some seniors came for lions club membership and some for rotaract club... after their talks, we were asked to write something what they felt.. i remember one of the guys nearme wrote, "first year girls should be seen only by first year boys. seniors should not interfere and jollufy "..aaww.. i felt what is this guy writing so early and all. i was afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day went along with many professors coming and talking to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus came to an end my first day in college. i went home with lots of happiness filling my heart... rest was history for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-114006249297149593?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/114006249297149593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=114006249297149593' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114006249297149593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/114006249297149593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-day-in-college.html' title='First day in College'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-113977491631400780</id><published>2006-02-12T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:08:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enakku OK Amma</title><content type='html'>Amma, naan thaan maa pesuraen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sollu daa. eppadi irukkae.. ivvalo late-a call panrae.. thoongaliyaa.... saaptiaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm saaptaen maa. padam paarthuttu irundhaen. adhaan late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naanum unga appavum nethu oru ponnu paarthuttu vandhom .. engalukku ponna romba pidichu irukku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. enna maa panranga ponnu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;software engineer-a irukkaa daa.. BE Electronics padichu irukkaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh apdiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee vandhaa, paarthu mudichudalaam daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illai maa. ennala vara mudiyaadhu maa. project velai neraya irukku.. neeum appavum paartha podhum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illai daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onnum solladhey maa.. naan ethanai thadavai solli irukkaen. naan ponnu paarka ellam vara maataen-nnu. neenga endha ponna paarthu ok sonnalum enakku OK maa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adhu illai daa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onakku ok thaanae. enakku OK.. avvalo thaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the dialogues that are frequently used by young bloods who work outside the country. I know it is important to give respect to your parents.. avangallukku perumayaa irukkum ipadi ellam ketkum podhu.. but konjum yosikannum ingae.. she is going to be ur partner for rest of your life. avanga epdi irukkanum , character ipdi irukkanum apdi ellam ellarum yosippom. then.. how can we say OK without seeing her. our parents know what is good for us. but sometimes they may not think from our perspective right.. also think from the girls perspective. atleast your parents are seeing the girl in person. she and her family dont even get that oppurtunity.. so makkalae. pls see and talk with ur future partner before you say OK. if possible take a trip back home and see the girl and then say OK if your heart says OK...  that way many things will become clear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-113977491631400780?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/113977491631400780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=113977491631400780' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/113977491631400780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/113977491631400780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/enakku-ok-amma.html' title='Enakku OK Amma'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-113963246422821123</id><published>2006-02-10T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:37:02.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>marana manithuzhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Kavitha: Yen daa oru madhiri irukkae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthi: Illayae.. nalla thaan irukkaen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavi : Enkittayae poi solriaa.. onnoda moonjiya paarthaalae theriyudhu. enna sollaen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthi : Onnum illai. Onkitta konjum pesanum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm sollu. naanum onkitta pesanum nnu thaan nenachaen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epadi solradhu theriyala Kavi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yen daa.. enna aachu. sollaen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will take a break and come back to the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , Kavi and Karthi have been friends for the past 6 years. He met her first in the college. He had a big lup tup in his heart when he saw her. Many say, love at first sight is impossible. But for him it happened. He didnt know it was love though at that time.. They became friends soon.. He helped her in subjects which she was weak and she helped him. slowly their friendship started to bloom. Slowly and steadily, they came very close. now karthee knows her so much about her, aboout her family. so is she. he see her grades and she sees his. He cries if she scores poorly and so did she. years rolled over. They were still friends for the outside world. They maintained great relationship.. but his heart wasnt accepting.. everyday atleast once the following qn comes to his mind "am i loving her".. but he didnt want to lose her friendship. bcos he thought she was too precious for him. he cannot even think abt a life where she would hate him... A big fight was going between his heart and his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day came when they had to separate. go in their own path. He joined MBA in another state and she joined a s/w company.. everyday mails would be sent and recieved back forth. She even mails him when she goes for a meeting or for lunch.. He gets so tensed if he doesnt recieve her mails for more than 15 minutes. life went on like that for him... he started loving her in his heart deeply.. But she was his friend still at his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They meet after 2 years now.. it was her birthday. he somehow gets the guts to tell her what he was thinking.. He said to her the previous day that he would say to her something.. so did she. she wanted to confess something to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now continuing the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavi : ippo nee solla poriaa illayaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthi : eppadi solradhu theriyala.. nee eppadi nenaipae theriyala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enna sollluu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. vandhu.. theriyala kavi. naan romba yosichi thaan pesuraen.. i dont want to lose you and your friendship after i tell this.. u should not think that i did so much to you bcos of love. ur friendship is more important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enna daa olarae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tring tring. tring tring... kavi's cell phone is ringing.. her project manager is calling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kavi : indha PM thollai thaanga mudiyalae. one minute iraen pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute. Idhu thaan marana manithuzhi.. 1000s of thoughts start going thro his mind. he starts thinking.. Ayyo naan solradhaa kettu ava kochikka poraa... ava kasta pada poraaa..&lt;br /&gt;ava enna vittu poiduvaa. avanga veetla ennoda character enna aagum...&lt;br /&gt;oru oru second-um it was like someone hitting him a hammer on his head.. it was like tying your hands and tying your whole body and then dropping droplets of water on your head. (in some country, this is a punishment is what i heard).. The tension,drama, trauma he was going thro cannot be explained in words. he felt like crying. he felt like running away. he felt like dying... suddenly all good thoughts of friendship comes to his thoughts. those happy days... enna seiradhu.... he thinks repeatedly "should i tell her or not"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she comes back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edho mail anuppittiaann kettaaar.. nee ennomo olarituu irundhiyae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enna olarnaen. naanaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aamaam daa. friendship adhu idhunnu sonniyae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onnum illai.. rendu varusham-a onnai paarkalayaa.. onnai romba miss panninaen.. life-la onnai miss pannuduvomonnu thonudhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.. yen daa ippadi ellam pesurae. namma eppavum nalla friends da. nee illaama naan mattum enna panna poraen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk goes on and on now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one minute, his mind won his heart.. he didnt want to lose her by telling his love.. He didnt tell his love.. They wanted to be friends always... They both are still friends. he feels happy for the decision he took that day. he still feels he would have lost her that day if that cell phone hadnt rang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by a story line from my "logic"al friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-113963246422821123?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/113963246422821123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=113963246422821123' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/113963246422821123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/113963246422821123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/marana-manithuzhi.html' title='marana manithuzhi'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22171560.post-113945562793483898</id><published>2006-02-08T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:36:42.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yen Paarvaiyilae</title><content type='html'>Suriyan-ai paarthadhu illai&lt;br /&gt;aanal avan aadhangathai unardhu irukkiraen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuzhandaiyin punn sirippai paarthadhu illai&lt;br /&gt;Adhan killaai mozhiyai kettu irukkiraen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadhaliyin alagu mugathai paarthadhu illai&lt;br /&gt;Kaadhilin vazhiyaal aludhu irukkiraen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanbargal aatathai paarthadhu illai&lt;br /&gt;avargalin kanivaana paasathai arindhu irukkiraen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzhu nilavai paarthadhu illai.&lt;br /&gt;Aanal adhan karumaiyai rasithu irukkiraen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ippadi ellla vidhamaana sugangalai naanum anuppavikiraen. ennai mattum indha ulagam kurudan enginradhu..&lt;br /&gt;indha ulagathil ovvoruvarum ovvaru vishayathi kurudargal. silar kadhalil. silar panathil.. silar kunathil.. naano kangal-ai mattum ilandhavan.. athirstaasaali-yaaga unargiraen sila samayangalil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just a different try guys. If it hasnt come out well, excuse me for that...&lt;br /&gt;Regd my previous blog, i deleted it for some reason. I will re publish it later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22171560-113945562793483898?l=ramsnm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/feeds/113945562793483898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22171560&amp;postID=113945562793483898' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/113945562793483898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22171560/posts/default/113945562793483898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/yen-paarvaiyilae.html' title='Yen Paarvaiyilae'/><author><name>Ramesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692578581108641682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
