<?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-36483921</id><updated>2011-09-05T19:16:14.864+05:30</updated><category term='tag'/><title type='text'>Destrier..</title><subtitle type='html'>My life, My imagination, My work....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-8505290051642122673</id><published>2010-12-08T20:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:08:18.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Topic for the day-1</title><content type='html'>My topic for writing today is snails. Pretty weird I know.. But I like snails. Not inside my home though. I don't know which book it was but there was a vivid description about the way snails leave a silver trail in the sunlight. I think it was an Enid Blyton book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like snails because some of them are very beautiful. They have their own pace in life.. Not really bothered about the fast world around them. Looking at snails takes me to a fairy world. Somewhere I do not have so many responsibilities and where everything is peachy. All of us want to live in a problem free world if given an option.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-8505290051642122673?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8505290051642122673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=8505290051642122673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8505290051642122673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8505290051642122673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/topic-for-day-1.html' title='Topic for the day-1'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4122704872718973117</id><published>2010-08-22T00:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:22:30.112+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memoires Post FS</title><content type='html'>This post is only meant as a token of my gratitude to a lot of people. It may seem Greek and Latin to anyone not mentioned below. :) Our inter unit fashion show happened last tuesday. Ya it is been a week but memories are still fresh. The best part was we designed and created all the dresses.. Can you believe it software engineers doing all the work. I am proud of everyone in the team. I will try to enlist everyone here in random order. Sorry if I miss out anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Captain.. Seriously we could not have done so much without your help:) You were an inspiration. You were always the adult around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@T chettan.. You rocked as the tree. Very nice attitude. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ms. J.. I was shocked at the amount of detailing you had done to your dress. On the actual day you were looking grand. Simply magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Mr. A.. Eventhough you came in at the last moment you were an integral part of the show:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ms. S.. Hey you really put in a lot of effort. It was fun having you around. Remember the time when you, Ms. L and me were painting the fire. We had a fun time just us gals:)  We talked about a lot of things that day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ms. D.. You looked beautiful in that fully green dress. Only you could carry it off. I still remember the day we tried a demo run of the dress. You were crying about how hard it was to put on. But finally you looked fantastic. The crowd loved you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second round we had:&lt;br /&gt;@Mr. H or rather Mr. S like i would prefer calling him coz of the costume. You did wonderfully well with all the props. actually the final dress was a total hit.. To the point:D as I would say:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Mr. C as I call him for obvious reasons. :) Only you had the nerve to pull it off. I dont think anyone else could have done that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Mr. R what a pose. I am glad hospital people did not see you else they would have taken you and put you on medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Chinnu Minnu.. I know you will kill me for calling you this but it was the captain's idea to call you that in the first place. So beat him up first:D You stole the show. Really. The formation was perfect. Hope you guys heard the applause during your formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ R.. My god you had a gr8 look. Perfect for what you potrayed. I was scared:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ H aka KK .. Only you would have the composure even when things go wrong. And now I can understand why FS is something you love doing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@L .. You rock girl.. As captain said your walk was super:) I was am amazed at how  you carried it off, especially for your first time ramp walk:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@M.. I am proud of you. You did justice to your costume.. The hardwork you put in finally payed off.. and you look good with your hair loose:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes:&lt;br /&gt;@Mr. A or Mr. C N as you are known. Thanks a lot.. I guess I cannot put in words the gratitude that all of us feel:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ms. V and Ms. J.. Your dedication knows no parallel. Hats off to you.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ms. V.. You did pretty good as the MC. You have a wonderful clarity about your voice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Mr. A.. Wonderful ppt.. It was par excellence:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Mr. R the car enthusiast. I remember the painting that we did on the already existing painting.  The lines you drew were perfect. I could not do anything even close to it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Mr. A.. You were a big help. You used to stay up with all of us for all the small helps that you could render:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot Mr. V or Mr. B as he is popularly known.. You made us laugh like crazy:D First day of designing was jus the 3 of us. Remember what all we tried to do for the costume which ultimately came to me?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately after the FS I have made a lot of friends for life. Thank you everyone. And more than the prize what matters is if we had fun. And I can say with certainity that we enjoyed to the max. I am actually thankful to the company for such an occasion..  This is what makes life memorable at office. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindy signing off:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4122704872718973117?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4122704872718973117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4122704872718973117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4122704872718973117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4122704872718973117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/memoires-post-fs.html' title='Memoires Post FS'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4568936297264876425</id><published>2010-08-01T21:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:51:09.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The best friendship day ever..[:)]</title><content type='html'>Its August 1st 2010.. As always life stays busy for yours truly.. Morning had some urgent things to attend then at noon had guests.. But the best part came after 3:50pm.. My friends from school and I had planned to meet up at the beach.. Last two weekends were hectic. Did not even have time to enjoy a moment. My friend Ms.A is going to Chicago on aug 11th. So it was like the last time in a loong time that all of us were going to be together.. As always there was a laughter spree.. Chats,gossips and of course the main course of talk nowadays ie about marriage plans for each of us.. For around 3 hours I was taken back to the school days.. Studied in the same class in the same bench in 9th and 10th and now in entirely different fields.. Life has so many pleasant twists.. I loved the day.. I love being with my friends.. Thanks all 4 of you and all of you who know I consider you close to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindy signing off[:D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4568936297264876425?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4568936297264876425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4568936297264876425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4568936297264876425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4568936297264876425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-friendship-day-ever.html' title='The best friendship day ever..[:)]'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4831228357830246921</id><published>2010-06-22T22:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:10:02.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life now- as a working professional</title><content type='html'>Been around a year since I last blogged. I am a working now. Never ever imagined to be in the IT industry. But I am now. Day starts at 6 am and ends at god-alone-knows what time. My parents have given me  additional freedom since I am working. Plus getting a paycheck every month isnt a bad prospect either. Work is not always fun and play its a bit hectic at times but my friends make my day even if I am down in the dumps. Life has changed a lot from my last post time. I think I have matured a bit more. [Not sure how many who know me will agree:D] Something that was not there a year back is pressure to get married.[:D] That aside I miss my college friends and also one of my best friends got married on june 20th. Wishing her and her hubby a very happy married life through this post[:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a project party yesterday. It was nice. My first project party. I actually thought I would be bored as most of my friends are in other projects. Only two good friends of mine are in related projects. We started from office by around 6:15 and went to turtle on the beach near kovalam. It seems to be a beautiful place to be in but since it was already dusk I could not see much. We went in a bus and there was dancing. Oh ya we danced even to songs which we dint understand.[:D] Then once we reached turtle on the beach we were given a grand treat of vada and coffee[:P] There were a lot of wedding bells announcements followed by a song section. 4 of us girls(or should i say ladies) sang and due to popular demand we were not given a chance to sing a second song[:D] Even our PM sang. He actually did a pretty good job of it. Then we were asked to go to the restaurant downstairs to have the main course.  This was a wonderful news for us as we thought the project party was about to end with the vada and coffee..[:P]But due to photo emergencies 7 of us girls and one guy got lost. True to saint gobain glass's ad, the guy tried to walk through a glass pane. Thank god nothing major happened, other than a bump on his head. I did not know whether to feel sorry for him or laugh. His reaction was priceless. That kinda proved my theory that people can actually be blind enough to try to walk through glass like in the ad.[:D] Oh ya and glass did not break. Food was pretty good. Got chocolate soufle,vanilla ice cream etc as dessert. Even the ambience was good. At around 9 we all dispersed. I actually was under the impression that I would be bored but somehow everything worked out well. Thanks to my new friends at office.[:)]Time to say good bye. I need to get some rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4831228357830246921?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4831228357830246921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4831228357830246921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4831228357830246921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4831228357830246921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-now-as-working-professional.html' title='Life now- as a working professional'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-9070573911962895216</id><published>2009-06-12T14:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:56:44.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The final day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                 Though alarm tried its level best to wake me up since 5.30am.. It never could and I finally woke up at 6.30am..Got up thinking of the dream I had and praying to God that no untoward incidents happen all day and my microwave lab should go well..  .. After all its the official final day of college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                   Feeling a little unsure of how I am going to do today.. I went and asked my mom if I'l do well today.. Its kind of like a reassurance for me when she says,"Yes, you'l do well." Well seems like I was not going to get that assurance today.. Mom started grumbling about how I am gona do well if I dont study.. Felt really depressed and I ran off to my room.. Well depression can only be compensated by one thing for me.. My "vaashi" as it is called in malayalam.. Somehow when mom said I wont do well.. The only thing I wanted was exactly the opposite.. Half way through my studies I came down to check something.. And poor mom was feeling bad she said that way and was trying her level best to make it upto me.. That is my mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;               After my final preps I had my breakfast and got ready to go to college.. I had everything neatly set for the day.. I almost always do..[People who have been in my room during IV might this] I like everything organised except my room.. Somehow I could never keep it organised which I still feel is one of the worst habits of mine.. My dress was pressed and kept.. and of course since its the final day.. How can I not end with a red dress..[People who know me might be chuckling if they read this.] After packing everything neatly, the record hall ticket etc that I had to take into the lab was in a cover and my books and stuff to read were in my bag I started my car.. Hoping its the final journey to college for examination.. Unless the university thinks otherwise..  Prayed again to God that the day should go well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On reaching college, I found that the parking lot was more or less empty even though it was 9.15am.. My slot for exam was form 11-1.. Taking a deep breath.. I walked towards the front of IT lab.. Many of my IT friends were sitting there and studying.. Exchanges of all the best and best of lucks, I walk down the steps to the front of the lab.. Cant seem to find my classmates.. But saw one of my best friends Ms.A[she is in IT and not in my class] sitting and studying for her course viva in front of ec lab.. When I was talking to her I noticed my classmates, the first batchers for microwave lab studying something.. It was elementary to think all the other classmates of mine would be there.. Waiting two minutes there trying to decide what to study, I saw my best friend Ms.R studying and Ms. V was just walking in.. Tried studying something sitting there.. But no luck.. I am easily distracted by my friends and their antics.. After the usual exchange of teases between me and Ms.V, we both went to the front of the lab.. By the time all my close friends had reached.. Discussion started about the farewell today.. We all just somehow wanted to get into the laboratory and finish off.. Somehow we all had reached the conclusion that the first chance the teachers ask us to get in we will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                Finally Remya teacher did ask us to get ready.. Within a few minutes we got in.. It was according to roll number.. I was the 5th to go in, in my batch.. I was asked to find out if the fibre was multimode or single mode.. Had a small idea of what the answer is and got the output in around 10 minutes then tied my paper and was sitting ready for my viva.. Somehow even that went off without too many problems.. And got out at around 11.30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;               The relief I had when the exam got over was beyond words.. Plans for the evening was set and I started back for home after an hour.. As always my car was full.. Somehow I love it when everyone comes with me.. Its a nice feeling when everyone is together.. Today it wasn't the usual set of people.. It was Ms. A1,Ms.A2, Ms. M, Ms.S. Till PMG everyone talked and the adieus was till party time.. [:D] My final journey back to home from an examination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;               Reached home and called dad.. By this time the feeling had sunk in that my examinations are over.. I started my dancing around.. Made my mom also dance with me.. [:D] Soon enough lunch was ready and mom and me sat down to eat.. I switched on the TV to watch animax.. Maria watches over us-Printemps was going on.. Even in that some of the 3rd year students were leaving their school Lilian.. Something that was said in that anime struck a chord and I decided to blog, "These three years were the best years in my life". Looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These four years were the best years in my life!&lt;/span&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/36483921-9070573911962895216?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9070573911962895216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=9070573911962895216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/9070573911962895216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/9070573911962895216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-day.html' title='The final day'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4935512574664268805</id><published>2009-06-06T23:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:50:42.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An outsider or insider??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   She was an outsider.. She had no natural reasons to be with them.. But they accepted her to be one of them.. Why  they accepted her is something she does not understand even to this day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   When things were going all wrong for her.. When she did not know whom to trust.. She met people who she would have never expected to be her best friends in the coming years.. What made this bond is still one of the mysteries of life which can be attributed to be what some people say destiny and some others say luck.. She still thinks she is lucky to have had everything turn in her favour.. Initially it was just a hi-hello friendship.. Slowly it grew.. n grew.. n grew.. She had a sort of freedom with them which she never had with many other people.. They accepted her for what she is.. In spite of her relentless talking.. People gave it a love-angle.. She gave it an angle of friendship.. The sort of friendship that let her be herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Begining was confusing.. She doubted her stand.. She doubted if they were putting up with her or genuinely enjoyed her company.. Why did she feel that way?? She does not know even today.. Now her attitude can be put in these words "you have to put up with me".. The change in attitude can be attributed to the faith in the friendship.. The sort of faith that says she is never going to lose these friends of her's..&lt;br /&gt;  Friendship is beyond romantic inclinations.. For her it's her driving force.. This bond is what makes her smile when she thinks about these people and everyone else in this big circle of friends[:)] Thank you life!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4935512574664268805?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4935512574664268805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4935512574664268805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4935512574664268805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4935512574664268805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-was-outsider.html' title='An outsider or insider??'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-2902393408505902656</id><published>2009-03-21T23:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:55:56.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To someone special</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to a very special person in my life.. Don't misinterpret.. Its not a romantic poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;glow with a naughty light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you run around&lt;br /&gt;enjoying every moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a small girl&lt;br /&gt;that I know is hidden inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smile ,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to god it never fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you sad or perplexed,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make everything alright within seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't come to class&lt;br /&gt;I miss having my little monkey around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means letting you tease me,&lt;br /&gt;I would do it to see that lovely smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sharing my secrets with you,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you keep them as secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trusted you&lt;br /&gt;and I know trust doesn't come easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have opened up in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you have made me feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have touched my life in ways that ,&lt;br /&gt;I could only have hoped for in days before i met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are my older sis,&lt;br /&gt;but mostly my younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are naughtier,&lt;br /&gt;but then we make a great pair there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish we would never fight,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I love how we patch up after fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You act as if you are tough,&lt;br /&gt;But I know how you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make me laugh or cry,&lt;br /&gt;But both never fail to remind me how special you are to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love others unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;But then you are loved so much too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are a gorgeous gal,&lt;br /&gt;you have a long queue following you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its nice that you never fail&lt;br /&gt;to be there for me even when others haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis... my best friend ...&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the special people in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-2902393408505902656?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2902393408505902656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=2902393408505902656' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2902393408505902656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2902393408505902656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-dedicated-to-very-special.html' title='To someone special'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-1531729970730323936</id><published>2009-03-15T21:16:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:58:50.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Little women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is dedicated to the book which instilled in me the love of reading. Hats off to the Louisa May Alcott for writing Little Women. Today had a chance of watching the screen adaptation of the novel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/Sb1vjcU-kNI/AAAAAAAAADM/uHZTjs79Oss/s1600-h/little+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/Sb1vjcU-kNI/AAAAAAAAADM/uHZTjs79Oss/s400/little+women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313525790057337042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a gem of a book which I think most people should read. When I read it I was in my 4th or 5th standard I think. I had never read a proper novel.All that I read where things like famous five and Nancy Drews. But the book little women made me fall in love with other type of novels. I used to consider myself as jo march because at that time I used to  be a tomboyish person. Maybe some people will dispute the "used to" part. Plus at that time I wanted to become a writer. I still have some stuff left of the novels I used to write at that time. But its the imagination of a 8 year old so you can understand I hope[:)]. Plus like Jo I liked romance stories. Even now I am a sucker for romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really moves me is the fact that a book which was written in 1867 and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/Sb1vJ_Ii-lI/AAAAAAAAADE/JRrDxIwxaOg/s1600-h/Louisa_May_Alcott_headshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/Sb1vJ_Ii-lI/AAAAAAAAADE/JRrDxIwxaOg/s400/Louisa_May_Alcott_headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313525352723839570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;early 1868 still seems to capture the imagination of all the young girls everywhere who do not dare to dream. Jo was my idol at one time. The novel follows the lives of four sisters — Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy March — and is loosely based on the author's childhood experiences with her three sisters(courtesy wiki). Each sister really has to deal with one thing or the other. Meg with vanity, Jo with her tomboyishness and hot temper, Beth with her illness and shyness and Amy with her selfishness. Ms. Alcott has portrayed the novel in a way in that though the whole concept of what was "appropriate" for girls and a lot of other things have changed in around 140 years, the story remains timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic: Louisa May Alcott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie gives full justice to the book. Every single important instance in the life of the March family girls is depicted with great precision. On the whole I loved the movie and it brought back memories of the book I consider one of the best novels I have read so far.There are adaptations of the book into plays,musical,opera,movie and as an animated feature. Needless to say I have watched the animated feature before[:D] 1st movie was made in 1918. Makes me think of how ignorant I am. Dont even know when TV was invented. (I thought there was no TV back then) Seems there is a 1933 version of the movie starring Katherine Hepburn.Here are the main characters of the movie which I saw, it seems it is the much celebrated 1994 version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="Actors"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800010920"&gt;Winona Ryder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jo March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 247);"&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800019379"&gt;Susan Sarandon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800019389"&gt;Gabriel Byrne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friedrich Bhaer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 247);"&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800023910"&gt;Trini Alvarado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meg Marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800145100"&gt;Samantha Mathis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Older Amy Marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 247);"&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800018860"&gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Younger Amy Marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800019605"&gt;Claire Danes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beth Marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 247);"&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800018597"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800022116"&gt;Eric Stoltz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 247);"&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800013019"&gt;John Neville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr Laurence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800076668"&gt;Mary Wickes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aunt March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 247);"&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1809202159"&gt;Florence Paterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Dunst is a small girl in it.. Very cute.. :) Susan Sarandon as usual is great. Others well I don't know much about them.. Winona Ryder gave a very convincing performance as Josephine March.&lt;br /&gt;It was a trip down the memory lane to the book I loved a lot.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-1531729970730323936?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1531729970730323936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=1531729970730323936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1531729970730323936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1531729970730323936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-women.html' title='Little women'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/Sb1vjcU-kNI/AAAAAAAAADM/uHZTjs79Oss/s72-c/little+women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-294918367425240209</id><published>2009-03-13T23:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:53:08.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fashion- The movie..</title><content type='html'>Here's my take on the movie which I have been wanting to see in a loooong time. Fashion is a movie for which Priyanka Chopra won best actress and Kangana Ranaut- best supporting actress at the filmfare awards this time around. I am not a person who generally reviews a movie and blogs about it as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Why "fashion"? The answer I would say would be because of two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. I admire priyanka chopra..:) and this is definitely a movie where she definitely is the "showstopper" as they call it in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;2. The movie teaches a lot about life in general if you dont just take it as a movie related to fashion industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole movie revolves around the life of a middle class girl who dreams big.. Even I am like that though my dreams maybe in a different direction than becoming the next top model. Actually i dont think there was much meaning to the first half of the film other than that if you have a fast rise to fame it is soon to come down.So be careful where your attitude turns into arrogance you never know when all of it can bite back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I learned from this film is that in this race called life,if you fall you have to get up and run again because its the only way you will succeed. But her freezing on the ramp taught something else too.. When you get up after a fall the first few steps might just make u trip again. But don't let that get you down. Push yourself.. And success will come eventually.. But what you lose might be much more than what you imagined you would lose.. Most places I have read/seen it says you fail get up and try again. It is expected that you will succeed the next time around. But not all need to be successful in their very next trial. Sometimes this trial might be even worse than anything before but it is a phase and you just have to let it pass. Somehow having faced failures more now than before all of this seems to make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final word on fashion.. It is a worth watch movie if you don't just want to see an just an entertainer. Wont say a must watch unless you are a die hard fan of piggy chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing i learned is drink water instead of vodka if ever you are depressed.[:P] also say no to cigarettes and coke..[:D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-294918367425240209?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/294918367425240209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=294918367425240209' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/294918367425240209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/294918367425240209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/fash.html' title='Fashion- The movie..'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4134824353756404230</id><published>2009-03-07T21:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:55:19.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first crush i suppose and a potpouri of stuff..</title><content type='html'>As usual its been sometime since i posted anything on my blog..&lt;br /&gt;For all those ppl who bother to visit my blog might be thinking what made me write this post.. Well one word "nostalgia". I logged on the messenger today and was chatting with akky(sasi).. He send me a youtube video clip of jungle book title song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8i_YPfenqc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8i_YPfenqc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt; What a time that was.. Jungle book,mowgli, bageera, balu everyone.. they were all as much my friends as they were mowgli's.. Those were the days.. life was so much simpler then.. no university exams just class tests for which i dint put much effort to study but somehow got reasonable marks.. No tensions.. Jus fun, play and my imaginary world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the age which revolutionised my life.. 1996 and lo and behold here comes cable tv and with it cartoon network.. nothing better than 24*7 cartoons.. Since my mom wasnt home till 6pm from 9am my life was mostly reading some books and cartoons on cartoon network.. My favourite program as some people already might know was ninja robots.. initially it was 5pm then they shifted it to 4:30pm.. I was addicted to this japanese cartoon.. I was jus 8 years then.. N i suppose i had a crush on the protagonist of the anime-joe maya.. I wish i could replace one of the gals he was in love with.. jenny(his all time friend/gf?) or princess romina(the alien princess).. I just could not help myself but admire the beauty and elegance of princess Romina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes something like this.. A race of aliens from andromeda with their princess Romina land on mars.. Oh pls note this series is very futuristic.. People inhabit mars and moon and all.. Joe Maya, his bro Mike and Joe's gf (i suppose) Jenny live on mars.. ppl pls correct me if im wrong.. Somehow Joe ends up on the alien ship and a ninja robot starts working after he is engulfed into it(the golden lion) the rest is a story of how he,Mike Jenny become part of the crew of the space ship and a host of a loot of other characters that help the aliens defeat the evil lord who has taken over their planet.. The story runs into hundred plus episodes.. and i think i have watched the show at least 4 times b4 i came to trivandrum when i had to part with my beloved ninja robots series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who have seen the series.. Have you had ny theories on what happened after the robots merged? I wish they both came out alive after that.. I want to see if there is the next part to ninja robots.. Its jus not fair that they ended it like that..[:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remmber the title song of ninja robots.. and thanks to youtube, i could jog my memory again regarding the scenes..[:)]How time flies.. 13 years later im here.. in college hoping to finish off my college days with a blast.. 2 months only left.. maybe even less.. Then its adieu to the college which gave me a loot of memorable moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the time when nothing caused worry other than the fact that mom would scold me if she saw me watching tv or if i dint put plates and all the vessels i ate from, bak in the kitchen.. (lemme share a secret:i did watch cartoons all day and switched off the tv when i heard mom's scooter reach the shed..i am a good gal aint i?[:D])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on a lighter vien..(for all those who dint think all of this sounded funny[:D])&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 things i tried to do watching ninja robots are:&lt;br /&gt;1.try to run and fly like i had falcon wings&lt;br /&gt;2. try to run like they did.. it was a peculiar style..&lt;br /&gt;I was just too alone during those times that my friends other than my friends in school were these characters.. Those were the days i missed having a sibling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached late for my dance classes coz i dint want to go without watching ninja robots at least till 4:45..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too bad i cant go bak to those times.. Mom never used to scold me abt studying bak then[:D] n well not such a plethora of problems to handle[:(] all in all it was a gr8 time while it lasted.. Hope every child has a cartoon favourite to him or her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i can download the video, here's the link to ninja robots title song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8i_YPfenqc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fr3YZ0jCOc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eaa081166685cc5f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaa081166685cc5f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407885%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D477930F217A0817F934ABB14022AB2B7E5E934B2.35D190A0DAC48A22DE4FDF87C115911AC380D48%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaa081166685cc5f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP6Z2ZeFAbHwmx3uX2UIXQbGO68o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaa081166685cc5f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407885%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D477930F217A0817F934ABB14022AB2B7E5E934B2.35D190A0DAC48A22DE4FDF87C115911AC380D48%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaa081166685cc5f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP6Z2ZeFAbHwmx3uX2UIXQbGO68o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4134824353756404230?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4134824353756404230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4134824353756404230' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4134824353756404230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4134824353756404230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-crush-i-suppose-and-potpouri.html' title='My first crush i suppose and a potpouri of stuff..'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-6710013013772480395</id><published>2008-08-12T18:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:17:34.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Experiments with cooking-part 2</title><content type='html'>My bro and sis-in-law were coming home from UK today. So thought i will make something special for them. I had seen a jalebi recipe some days back and was really surprised that making a jalebi was this simple. But everything did not go as I planned. When I reached home from college it was already 3pm. Mom asked me not to make jalebi then as all of them where going to go to our native place soon. Slightly disheartened i agreed to what she said. I had prepared the batter one day back since the curd in it had to ferment before use. I small pang of hurt hit me as they all left without even knowing i was going to prepare jalebi for them. Dad and me stayed back when they left. Dad was a bit busy so i thought might as well make it for him and so finally i started preparations. I did not have a squeezer for normal jalebi so used the one for iddiappam. Fried the dough and dipped it in sugar syrup. Homemade jalebi ready. No artificial colouring. Special thanks to Aswathy Ganapath for giving me the idea of putting a bit of "manja podi" to give it the yellow colour. I was going to make it colourless[:)]  Oh and about the jalebi, it tasted alright. I would say a little less curd would be preferrable for a normal south indian but as  a north indian dish it was good enough. Only person who ate it is dad and he had two in one go. Second drawback was that i only got an approximate shape not the actual shape. [:)]Since foto was demanded last time, here is the final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/SKGiJmgWK9I/AAAAAAAAABo/-0ah60Hrs0c/s1600-h/IMGP3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/SKGiJmgWK9I/AAAAAAAAABo/-0ah60Hrs0c/s400/IMGP3835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233642527819967442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does it look?[:D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-6710013013772480395?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6710013013772480395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=6710013013772480395' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/6710013013772480395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/6710013013772480395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-experiments-with-cooking-part-2.html' title='My Experiments with cooking-part 2'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/SKGiJmgWK9I/AAAAAAAAABo/-0ah60Hrs0c/s72-c/IMGP3835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-2815880217069238212</id><published>2008-08-08T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:22:10.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with cooking</title><content type='html'>Past two days I have occupied the kitchen much more than usual.. Sudden urge to cook something special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things which i made:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.awesomecuisine.com/recipes/29/1/Carrot-Halwa/Page1.html"&gt;Carrot Halwa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.sanjeevkapoor.com/Recipe.aspx?RecipeId=1003&amp;amp;Header=Searched%20Recipe&amp;amp;MenuId=0"&gt;Paneer lifafa&lt;/a&gt;(modified version of original)&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.sanjeevkapoor.com/Recipe.aspx?RecipeId=652&amp;amp;Header=Top%2010%20Recipes&amp;amp;MenuId=31"&gt;Steamed egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.cookinggoddess.com/category/Recipes/Banana-Halwa/"&gt;Banana Halwa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot halwa was good. I had my cousin bro to act as a guinea pig for me. I asked him today if he was ok after eating my cooking and his reply was in the positive..[:D] Spirited by my success yesterday I made paneer roti lifafa(menu courtesy sanjay kapoor) Well lifafa was good if you subtract the fact that i think sanjay kapoor meant something else[:D] but what i made was edible and i liked it.. Along with this i tried my hand at steamed egg. No i dont mean hard boiled egg. This again was courtesy sanjay kapoor's web[:)] only problem was the egg turned out to be half boiled.. and i really couldnt digest much of it. Today's menu was banana halwa.. Turns out tat its very simple. But if you do it according to what is given in the recipe you will end up with too much ghee in the halwa which a lot of south indians may not prefer. One good thing about banana halwa is that it can be made for bananas that are too ripe. Most people would throw ripe bananas out so why not make something out of it[:)]&lt;br /&gt;Tonight plans are for making something with rice.. [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: For all those who are thinking of whether this is the first thing i have made think again. I like cooking. Not an expert at it but i wouldn't say i am too bad..[:)]&lt;br /&gt;Also if anyone has tried cooking something else and think its good give me the recipe i want to try[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-2815880217069238212?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2815880217069238212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=2815880217069238212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2815880217069238212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2815880217069238212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-experiments-with-cooking.html' title='My experiments with cooking'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-1836536360570053033</id><published>2008-04-16T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:54:28.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Precious Cup</title><content type='html'>Well.. might as well not keep the blog dry.. Pls comment on the following post if you read it.. This was my article for our college magazine in 2007.. The magazine committee due to some technical reasons rejected it.. I respect their decision coz in the end its their call..:) Please comment on whether you can understand the post..Maybe ya my writing style needs to be revamped.. would definitely try doing that if majority cannot understand..:) For all those who intend to have a literal narration this is not for you..&lt;br /&gt;Statutory warning: Pun intended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRECIOUS CUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, I have to go to college soon….”said the girl. The girl is in her late teens. Mom who was sitting at the dining table having her breakfast gives her a nod and a look which means everything will be okay. Suddenly, from the kitchen there was a crashing sound... the girl sighed and thought to herself, “It isn’t the first time that this has happened.” Last that she saw was her dad going into the kitchen. His hand accidentally hit the cup; the girl’s precious cup had broken. The girl always had a special cup. But this cup was the closest one to her heart. None matched up to this. Neither did she have too much attachment to the rest. Be it coffee, tea or even just water, she always used the same cup. There had been many instances in the past too when her cups had broken under various circumstances. But this time it had broken in a very special way. The cup as such was intact; it was the handle that had broken.&lt;br /&gt;“Next time don’t keep your cup on the edge.” shouted the girl’s dad. The girl being too drained of all emotions to react just said an ok and thought to herself, I didn’t keep the cup on the edge! I never do! Dad always keeps it on the edge. Shouldn’t he say the same to himself? The girl sighed again and went to check the damage to her cup. Had it been a few years back she would have cried incessantly in front of everyone for hours for her cup even if it didn’t mean as much to her.&lt;br /&gt;Well the cup looks ok; she thought to herself, it’s just the handle that’s broken. Somehow she knew the hurt she felt was more than she seemed to show. Why create a fuss? It’s broken... Everything that is made breaks one day or the other. She ran her fingers through the broken handle... Ouch!! Porcelain edges r sharp. But why do I feel this numbness? Did I expect it? Or am I too drained to react? Why don’t I cry? I always have cried for the silliest of things but why can’t I now? My precious cup, the best suited cup was broken, had some of the best drinks in this. It was almost always with me, at least filled with water. Don’t I feel angry at my dad? No, what’s the point? What is broken is broken. But I can’t throw the cup away because it was my precious cup and also only its handle is lost, she told herself. My favorite cup! The cup that lasted more than five years. Wish the cup was either alright or completely broken. In the second case at least I could buy a new one and get over this. But it’s just the handle that is broken. It still means the same to me. But without the handle, it’s not the same. I love my cup. I know what I should do is to throw it away, but…. It’s too close to my heart to ever be able to do so...&lt;br /&gt;“You could have kept it somewhere else.” shouted her dad again. Mom looks at her. Somehow her mother understands all of the girl’s thoughts and says, “Don’t bother too much about the cup. It still isn’t shattered. Everything can be made alright later. Go to college now.”&lt;br /&gt;Alright?????, the girl thought, my cup is broken! I don’t want to see it shatter! I will always keep it safe the way it is now... My cup is broken now... My precious cup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-1836536360570053033?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1836536360570053033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=1836536360570053033' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1836536360570053033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1836536360570053033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-precious-cup.html' title='My Precious Cup'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-8580815922820527586</id><published>2008-04-15T09:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:54:24.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somethings in life...:)</title><content type='html'>Its 9am.. Just finished my breakfast.. Time to leave for college.. First hour free.. No point going early.. But ya dad has to go to office after dropping me.. According to him we are late..&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont want to go to college now, no use other than 'kathiadi'..." Thought to myself.. "Not in a mood for talking..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my bag and get in the car... Still in a very contemplative mood I lower the window thinking... The day is gona be boring... Dad gets into the driver's seat and well next thing i know we are at YMR junction(near my house)... Dunno if i even said a bye to mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take out my mobile and sms some friends.. Did that with very little enthusiasm than i usual...(oh and for all those who dont know i love smsing) Something struck and i told dad that i think the diesel is low in the car.. Yes, it was.. when dad gave me the car the day before it was near empty and he asked me not to refill.. Dad checks the fuel indicator and asks me if i would mind being a little late to college... Ya like i would mind.. I love driving and also enjoy road trips.. So, detour...to my relief... to the petrol pump at kowdiar.... Wherever we where going i didnt mind coz i wanted to go to college only just before 2nd hour.. Got that done.. and we are on our way to college via vellayambalam,lms, PMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy sitting in front of the public library caught my eye... No.. Not coz he was good looking or anything... He was sitting with a sheet in front of him which had a lot of watches... There were a lot of people going to him to show their watch.. I looked at the scene and smiled... He is sitting on the footpath doing his job when most shops wouldnt b open...And the fact that he makes a living out of it was even more surprising to me...Time is so important to all of us.. Without a watch most people cant survive a day, including me.. I look at my watch almost every 10mins.. If the class/whatever event I am in is boring it'l be more frequent...:) bad habit i know..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could think further i saw another guy.. He was walking around talking on the mobile.. Very happy.. My guess either he was talking to his boss who offered him a raise or he was talking to his gf or wife or gf while his wife was away..:D Anyways his happiness did make me happy... and also made me think about the object in my hand.. Yes.. my mob.. What would i do without it.... Cant imagine the time when i didnt have a mob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok my mob isnt hifi or anything.. Jus basic features.. Nokia 1112... I send arnd 50-100smes(thank God its 10ps) and talk for more than anyone can imagine.... My faithful set and my vodafone connection:) Had it not been for my mobile i would have lost touch with most of my friends.. even may not have been this close to the people who have definitely made my life rocking...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How life's influenced by these two things definitely had my thoughts hooked on... Watch is beyond doubt needed as its compact and there is no restriction as to where you carry it to.. be it a exam hall... or a religious place... or a tight security area... Everything is timed... the watch tells you when to do what... Mobile well i don't think i'l need to explain... But what interests me is the fact that we all take the fact that our watch or fone would be working the next day.. One day without either would drive me(and i can say most ppl) nuts.. Yet we all still never think too much about it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cest la vie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-8580815922820527586?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8580815922820527586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=8580815922820527586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8580815922820527586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8580815922820527586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-9am.html' title='Somethings in life...:)'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-2776629242395707884</id><published>2008-04-14T20:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:49:32.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to whoever cares to read my posts for not posting for around four months.. This is my first post in 2k8... wanted to make a review of 2k7 but alas the year seems hazy... Let me see if i can get something to post on 2k7.. For the time being my sincere apologies to the blog and its readers i willl try to be more regular:) and for everyone who made me post.. thank you:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-2776629242395707884?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2776629242395707884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=2776629242395707884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2776629242395707884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2776629242395707884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-to-whoever-cares-to-read-my-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-8403170101401544868</id><published>2007-12-15T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:31:25.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From a quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23649.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is said that power corrupts, but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23649.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=23649"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23649.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/David_Brin/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Brin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (1950 - )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got this from quotationspage.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote today.. needless to say i liked it.. Well for me there are two sides to this quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 1:&lt;br /&gt;Its true.. Power is attractive to people who are corruptible.. Think of this.. why would someone WANT power? Its definitely not becoz they want it as a momento.. They want to do something about it.. What is the reason that humans do something? mostly it is selfishness.. Even the most 'selfless' have done something for their own good.. It may not be even be that big so as to overshadow their selfless deals but definitely all human beings are selfish.. Its easy to see that the degree of selfishness varies.. Some mayb selfish to the extent that they would do anything to get their ends fullfilled some maybe selfish to very small degrees that no one even notices it.. So if the case is former then 'monetary benefits' can be one major factor for wanting power.. that makes them corrupt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 2:&lt;br /&gt;Who gains power automatically?? A 'sane' person or a corruptible one?? Who is entrusted with power initially?? I say its the 'sane' people! Its like leadership.."people who are born leaders are entrusted with duties without them asking for it"quoting one of my friends.. They would have been too used to having power that they do not want to work for more.. So they distribute it thinking that someone else should also get recognition.. Thats when oppurtunity strikes for the 'i-want-power' people.. And well one good thing about these people.. they are good at knowing what door is going to open for them.. These people are tactful to do exactly what is seemingly righteous so as to get to their goal.. So if a sane person was as tactful enough and knew what was going on in his surrouding i think that can make the society less corrupt.. So my advice to all people who are 'sane' is that please do what you can to stop corruption.. India needs to get better.. Be street smart not just selfless[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-8403170101401544868?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8403170101401544868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=8403170101401544868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8403170101401544868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8403170101401544868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-quote.html' title='From a quote'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-1473263072342286095</id><published>2007-12-15T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:52:52.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Study leave!</title><content type='html'>so its study leave again!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom's home everyday now.. so cant even tell her that i 'had' been studying like i used to in school days and til s4 in colg too.. Well now did i lie to my mom then??? i dont think so.. coz i did study for 5 mins in a day then too.. Thank goodness she never asked me for how much time then.. i wud really have been screwed then.. Nowadays its really hard to prove to my mom that i have been studying..&lt;br /&gt;Only thing she would allow other than study is to sleep.. ohk for all you ppl out ther who are gona say i m lucky think again.. My dad is the exact opposite.. He would never let me sleep.. So now its like keeping my book open and day dreaming.. Again trouble mom knows exactly wat i m doing.. even if i m staring at the book[:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone having any suggestions is welcome to comment[:D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-1473263072342286095?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1473263072342286095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=1473263072342286095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1473263072342286095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1473263072342286095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/study-leave.html' title='Study leave!'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-3808506042488255158</id><published>2007-12-06T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:45:57.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom's the best friend that i have ever known.. So here's something i dedicate to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get up i thank god&lt;br /&gt;that i have someone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;that i have someone i can share everything with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are someone who understands me like no other&lt;br /&gt;You have been with me through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;You have been there to scold me,to tease me, and to share my joys,&lt;br /&gt;To tell me what i m doing is wrong(but ya i know i retort back like a normal teenager then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ma, if i ever hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that could happen to me..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:this post maybe out of context and may seem like its not a poem or a prose but thats what i wanted it to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-3808506042488255158?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3808506042488255158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=3808506042488255158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/3808506042488255158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/3808506042488255158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/moms-best-friend-that-i-have-ever-known.html' title=''/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-5385153626067645875</id><published>2007-12-05T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:16:08.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being busy 2</title><content type='html'>Ohk.. i had written a post before.. about being busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have always wanted free time somehow i never got it.. Is it gud or bad.. tat was always my qn.. Today taught me that i cant define if its gud or bad.. but i do know tat its not me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends would agree on this when i say i am usually very busy.. some may term me not having time for them as "jada" to put it in malayalam terms.. But if they are close to me they know that i always find time for ppl who are close to me.. I like being occupied.. and i m sorry if anyone is hurt by it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today well in the morning when i went to college i knew this wasnt a typical day in the life of sindhya kartha.. coz well i always have a plan for a day and its always jam packed.. today my only agenda in college was to write a rough record.. Half way through i learned that there was no need to keep the record.. Ya well i m a person whose feelings are reflected on my face and my closest friends could definitely see through it..there were some ppl who saw that i wasnt myself.. they thought i was sad..(vin,rosh,pri,ans,anv,hari,kish i m really glad to have you as my friends, you ppl are the best!!:)) Well ya even i knew i was a bit jumpy but i dint know the reason.. And when they asked why i said nothing.. but it was evident something was bothering me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then well one of my friends asked me to do the record work for her.. And to my own surprise i was happy to do it.. She still thinks i did it for her.. But lil did she realize that it was for me that i did it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also learnt something else.. Little things and non-stop chatting can make me happy.. Thank god for that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-5385153626067645875?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5385153626067645875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=5385153626067645875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/5385153626067645875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/5385153626067645875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohk.html' title='Being busy 2'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-8383760598858069823</id><published>2007-12-03T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:51:15.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well whats life all about?? Is it about how much you have studied? How much you have gained? How much you mean to others? I dunno... But i know one thing its not about the big things but about the lil things that make up life.. Somehow i know i m blessed with the best of the little things[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-8383760598858069823?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8383760598858069823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=8383760598858069823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8383760598858069823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/8383760598858069823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-whats-life-all-about-is-it-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-3119980213496343827</id><published>2007-09-09T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:30:34.924+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>At last i have been tagged:D</title><content type='html'>Aaah well at last.. i have been tagged for the first time.. by&lt;a href="http://tobeafreebird.blogspot.com/"&gt; freebird&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well the only scar that i can think of is the one near my eyebrow.. (not that visible now..) that was the result of my stubbornness... i still haven't learnt my lesson... :D dad was working in Calcutta(Kolkata now) n it was just mom n 7 year old me.. i had a fetish for cycle riding one day.. i had a biiiiiiiig (or at least it seemed so then) second hand cycle then.. anyone who knows me now also knows my love for driving whether its car or scooter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; it was kinda the same then also but the only difference was then i couldn't handle a bike/scooter... n well v didn't have a car then..thank god:D(or i would have rammed that into the first pole i could find then:D) by the way i was soooooo big tat my legs wouldn't reach the ground if i sat on the cycle:D.. so for me to stop someone would have to hold the cycle from behind.. it was usually my dad who did tat.. but since my mom n i were only there i forced my mom to come with me as my official "cycle-stopper"... she told me a loot of times that she wont be able to run that fast but would i listen?:D.. &lt;br /&gt;got the cycle to the road at last..:) starting was smooth.. i pedalled on.. gained speed.. then more speed... then more speed... i was on flying:D..next thing   i know i was at edge of a canal..(ekm area has toooooooo many canals):D.. i guess what happened is obvious..mom couldn't run at the speed i was riding n she lost her grip.. i couldn't stop wen i wanted to.. n i lost control...well coming back scar was due to falling at the edge of the cemented canal.. the cement was &lt;br /&gt;rough so&lt;/div&gt;it cut my skin... no further injuries though... n for all those who thought tat was the end of my cycle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;riding days... u r sadly mistaken...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What does your phone look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone...hmm... my mob is nokia.. 1112.. basic set... navy blue border.. silver around the screen.. with a NOKIA written across it.. no cover.. ya well tats abt it..&lt;br /&gt;my precious sidekick:D&lt;br /&gt;i m addicted to it.. had it not been for hutch taking away all good offers it'l still be disturbing people:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What is on the walls of your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots n lots of posters... dad always gets me such posters.. so also a lot of other people.. there is one abc's of happiness above my so-called "study table"(which is seldom used as even a table let alone study on it).. near my bed there are 3 posters..1.ten commandments of something(success)i think... 2. My mom(its a small kid's poem) 3. positive thinking.. on the opposite wall there is a comparatively bigger poster which has a real beautiful landscape and a quote "reach for the joy tat rises with every morning sun":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna seem childish... but its an anime.. sakura the cardcaptor with kerobaros(kero) the protector of the cards...:) i loved this anime series once upon a time.. well put it up as my desktop wen i my orkut account also had the same display image.. dint change it even when that changed..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/RuPSVnD1FII/AAAAAAAAAAM/OALBfPfTbMI/s320/sakura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108157671072404610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person chooses that he is in love with another guy.. then none should prevent them from being &lt;br /&gt;together legally... marraige is a social institution that humans have brought abt.. and it shouldn't be restricted to people who are supposedly "straight".. i don't find any reason why gays  shouldn't be "married"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now... personally i think i have messed up my life more than it needs to be...:D and i want to get back on track.. get back to my abnormally normal self.. also wish i didn't have college tomo... i m sleepy its as simple as tat..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What time were you born?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was sometime around 10:25am.. or thats what i heard my mom say.. never bothered to remember the exact timing:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Are your parents still together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define "together".. :D well i was just kidding... ya they are together.. thank goodness to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.Last person who made you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... well good qn.. would say myself:D don't laugh... i m serious.. feeling bad about how i made a lot of stupid decisions and conclusions.. ended up messing up my life and made ppl close to me sad...at times i think my decisions were stupid but then i dont feel that  way always.. 'coz wen i took them i was positive they were right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your favourite perfume / cologne?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem... i know what a perfume is..i use it too... but i don't know any particular special type of perfume :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.What kinds of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair colour:Whatever suits that guy.. who bothers about what hair colour as long as the guy looks good in total :P&lt;br /&gt;eye colour:blue eyes look sooooo cute:D but this again as b4 i would say depending on the guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson.. i love this song... i have currently put my itunes in shuffle.. and now its linkin park "somewhere i belong"... contrast maybe.. but i like both pop n rock and everything in between...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.Do you get scared of the dark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i don't remember the last time it was pitch black.. but on  other times wen it was dark my eyes got adjusted to the light(or the lack of it i should say).. and so i haven't been scared of darkness... also i guess being an only child when parents are out of town i have to get used to being alone in darkness...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Do you like painkillers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have taken dart when i have  real bad headaches that i cannot sleep and also one pain killer for the time wen 4 of my teeth were extracted.. but other than that..till now(that i can remember) even if i m asked to take ibuprofen or stuff more powerful than that for anything i haven't... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. if i know for certain i LOVE a guy(and can't live without him) i'l tell him directly... Fortunately god has spared me the embarrassment of   ever having to get turned down til now...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. not hungry.. i have my tea in front of me n i m still reconsidering whether i should drink it or tell my mom i don't want it... unless its time or any of the three courses of food i don't want to right now.. and nooooooooo its not 'coz i m dieting.. i cannot diet.. need food wen i am hungry:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Who was the last person that made you mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad as in???&lt;br /&gt;well if its angry.. then its one of my best friends.. 'coz of reasons known to that person..well i was mad then.. but it seems i shouldn't have reacted that way.. i m sorry..&lt;br /&gt;mad as in nuts.. well same person again.. for a reason related to that reason... i don't wish to disclose so don't bother asking.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.Who was the last person who made you smile?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person well... technically last person i chatted with who made me smile was dhirajji... but i guess after that this question made me smile too...so partial credit to freebird :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkkkkkkkkkk now that that is done... time for me to do the honours of tagging the ppl below :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flytrapsol.blogspot.com/"&gt;abhay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mysticalgod666.blogspot.com/"&gt;govind&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://friendscetians.blogspot.com/"&gt; muni,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thinkingmindbloggersworkshop.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;gayatri&lt;/a&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/36483921-3119980213496343827?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3119980213496343827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=3119980213496343827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/3119980213496343827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/3119980213496343827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/aaah-wellatlast.html' title='At last i have been tagged:D'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dedWvX1eMDY/RuPSVnD1FII/AAAAAAAAAAM/OALBfPfTbMI/s72-c/sakura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-482650791392127811</id><published>2007-07-20T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:25:13.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jus life!</title><content type='html'>I m a person who puts my head before my heart.. if u had read my previous post u would understand what i meant..&lt;br /&gt;At times i feel that it would have been better if my heart had taken control of my thoughts and prevented me from doing the "right" thing... But sometimes wish my heart would never raise its voice when it wasn't needed...Sounds a little too weird but i m just putting my thoughts to words... When u do certain things you don't think of the implications coz you just assume its gonna be OK.. Even when there is a gut instinct which tells u don't do it.. Its when you look back later on and ponder on it that u realize you always knew that this was going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;Wish somethings never happened and wish i could hide my emotions from people i love..Wish someone could tell me what i did was right other than the person concerned.. its when my heart and head work together that i have a conflict and end up hurting people.. yes i have hurt a lot of people at various times..But i have hurt myself more when i cant suppress my heart when simultaneously my head is doing the thinking...Well in conclusion i still would go with my head coz i don't want others to get hurt coz of me... At least to the maximum extent that i can i don't want to hurt another person.. But i still think i m lucky coz ultimately its what the person i hurt feels and i m glad things haven't changed for the worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-482650791392127811?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/482650791392127811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=482650791392127811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/482650791392127811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/482650791392127811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/jus-life.html' title='Jus life!'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4763059386820046810</id><published>2007-03-10T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:04:11.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My sun sign...the archer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;My blog has been kinda dry since 2k7 started.. once again lack of events isnt the factor its lack of time to blog... very bad blogger i know... so this post is one thing that kinda made me think, i got the following from astrolife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sagittarius :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Upfront, direct action or speech is your response to life which you always want to be a constant adventure. You dash into high speed gear regardless of the consequences assuming your luck will hold out which it usually does. The third of the fire signs, you are cheerful, restless, optimistic, a deep thinker, energetic, confident, adaptable but not always practical or realistic. Next to talking and thinking about life in its broader aspects, you love to roam, being stimulated by travel and intrigued by foreign cultures. Along with Virgo and Gemini, you're really mainly about communication since you have acute observations about people, love to swap ideas, and are a great hander on of useful information to others. Always well intentioned, you can still be honest in your comments and opinions to a degree which makes more sensitive souls wince. Ruled by lucky Jupiter, you have a permanent guardian angel present, ready to rescue you from tight corners. In your life there is always a silver lining no matter how dark the cloud. Possibly the most popular of the signs, you radiate good humour, brush aside difficulties and bounce back from problems with a laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;that is supposed to be my sun sign... how true is it???? well that question cannot be answered much by me.. itl b u all who hav to comment on it... so do comment... n for all those ppl who wanted a short post this is short..[:P] hope to update my blog without this much delay next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4763059386820046810?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4763059386820046810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4763059386820046810' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4763059386820046810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4763059386820046810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-sun-signthe-archer.html' title='My sun sign...the archer'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-4687607038570482337</id><published>2006-12-30T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:40:08.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Firsts in 2006!</title><content type='html'>2006 marked a lot of firsts for me.. I can say 2006 rocked, for me, at least... The list is quite long.. il cut it short.. I hope I don’t forget the major incidents.. So here goes my list.. No particular order... I wrote what came to my mind first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Got my driving license for both car and geared two wheeler..[hey I can drive a bike!!! Guys watch out.. lol.. [rt now thinking about taking an auto and bus license too&lt;jus&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Was allowed to take the car out alone, including to college, without my parents accompanying.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Was allowed to go for movies with my friends.[superman first movie with my classmates and classmates first movie with uniymates:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Joined uniy after a long time of procrastination.. for those who aren’t members u seriously r missing a lot.. but do understand my procrastination had a valid reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      At last had a school reunion which was put of umpteen no. of times… which was a real blast.. it was gr8 meeting old friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Did my first group dance after coming to college…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Participated for the first time in dhwani’06.. Best part was I was part of the team which came first in rangoli..[something I never even dreamed il ever take part in let alone win] So this also includes my first cash prize in an intercollegiate fest I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      This year included me orkutting for the first time.. I think it was during april or May.. Well this may sound insignificant… but orkut rocks!! coz I found my old friends including my first standard friends through orkut..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Well I got MY first so sari (except for the kasavu sari I didn’t have another sari to b called my ownL) wore it without anyone’s help.. [ mind u… my grandma approved tat I know how to wear sari properly.. and its not easy to please her:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Got my first bank account..[Account zero balance aaneee…no money needs to b put..;D][n ya I know biig deal, u all had one b4:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Well I never had guys as my close friends till now other than in till primary[in primary teachers used to make me sit with boys coz I used to be a chatterbox... well it was too late wen they realized pattiude valu kozhalilitalum nereavoolla:D(for ppl who don’t understand Malayalam tat means even if u put a dog’s tail in a pipe it wont b stay straight or something like that, mallu proverb)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Wrote my first Kerala university exams and technically became a “senior” for at least some ppl in college [well this doesn’t fascinate me too much but still u got to say it all na..:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      First time stayin out more than once, just with my friends, for ymca meetings n for treats:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      For the first time stayed out till 1:30 am for dhwani        and after which my dad came to take us back home..… [how cud v leav without seeing our college especially mask’s dance? At least tat was our reason:D] Consequence of the previous mentioned there was the first sleepover at my house.. A1,A2,A3 and meeeeeeeeeeeeeee…… all flat in my living room…:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø      Last but not the least I started blogging..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remember more il write it….. So happy new year to everyone.. I suppose this will be my last post for the year 2006.. Hope my next year is eventful too.. Life ROCKS for me right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:sorry that this post is slightly long..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-4687607038570482337?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4687607038570482337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=4687607038570482337' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4687607038570482337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/4687607038570482337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/firsts-in-2006.html' title='Firsts in 2006!'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-1688268566719728863</id><published>2006-12-17T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:00:46.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This blog is dedicated to R1 n R2 who asked me to cut my blogs short, to M2 who has told me that being busy is good and to S who does not care about what others, other than her friends, think about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhya Kartha is always busy…that’s what everyone tells me..people who know me well know that I m busy not because I m a jada but because I m genuinely busy.. but people who don’t know me well tend to think that its because I m a jada.. why do u people think that way???? U don’t even know me.. how can u judge me??? People calling me a jada is something I hate and something which used to make me really hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really made me ask myself the qn: do I hav a people with people calling me a jada?? Should I really bother about it? For removing this so called jada image I stopped most of my activities for a while and reclined to my shell.. this did no good to anyone..it,personally, did a lot of harm to me.. only good it ever did was teach me a very valuable lesson in life which is the answer to my qn.. Y should I care??? I don’t need to prove to people that I m not a jada.. my real friends know that I m not a jada, its just that I m genuinely busy..they know that I m there for them when they need me..anyone can pretend that they r busy but its hard to be genuinely busy.. so this is for all those people who are said to be a jada coz they r busy:&lt;br /&gt;KEEP BEING BUSY.. IF ANYONE SAYS U R A JADA JUS COZ U R BUSY ITS BECAUSE THEY DON’T KNOW U.. UR REAL FRIENDS KNOW THAT U R NOT A JADA... NO LAZY PERSON CAN CHANGE THE WORLD AND SO U AND ONLY U CAN CHANGE THIS WORLD.. !!! ROCK ON!![:D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-1688268566719728863?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1688268566719728863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=1688268566719728863' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1688268566719728863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1688268566719728863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/being-busy.html' title='Being busy'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-1439795039193944705</id><published>2006-12-12T21:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:10:33.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whom would u love more the person who loves u or the person whom u love???</title><content type='html'>(ya, it was an sms again)&lt;br /&gt; [NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;1.these are purely my views..any resemblance of anything or anyone mentioned below to anyone or anything dead or alive is pure coincidental and totally ridiculous..:P&lt;br /&gt;2.these views may or may not b correct, from a lot of people’s perspective,though u r all welcome to comment.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, I m sorry for not replying to the person(whoever it was) who send me this question coz this question made me think a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well this topic could b interpreted in a wide sense of the word as in parents love and all but I prefer to bring the question down to a  guy loving/not loving a gal before marriage:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw this sms my first reply was, of course, the person who loves me assuming tat I don’t find the guy repulsive..my reason was simple n straight:What’s the point in loving a person who doesn’t care for u??? The only thing, loving tat guy would do lead to, is misery.. But thinking again I was puzzled, was I being true to myself? Or was I just saying that for the sake of it??? Could I shun out my feelings just coz I THINK tat this would be better for me..Can I love someone even if I know I am in love with another person?? Well, being  a person who goes by her heart more than her head I couldn’t be so insensitive to myown feelings… Noways… never… not in a million years… so what do I do?? Well.. one day I had a discussion with one of my friends about this.. Her reply was the same it’s a biig question, cant really answer this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on the following short forms r used X is the person who loves me n Y is the person whom I love..thinking about it there are a lot of sides to this 2 sided coin..&lt;br /&gt;1.Assuming tat the person X is someone I don’t even like the answer is simple: obviously I can’t love him… there is a lot to b said about a gal’s feelings especially wen the gal is me…:P&lt;br /&gt;2.Assuming that the person Y is not a person I m not totally in love with n X isn’t a guy I wouldn’t mind loving, well then again answer is simple I will try not to love Y and to love X..&lt;br /&gt;ohk… tat leaves me with the choice tat I love Y n I like X.. now tats the real question… whom do/can I love more?&lt;br /&gt;If I love X I know the feeling will be mutual but can I stop loving Y? would I get over Y? but if I still love Y wouldn’t it be cheating on X and cheating myself too??&lt;br /&gt;If I love Y, wats the point  I know the love wouldn’t b reciprocated…no point  in going after what u cant achieve even remotely??? Ya I agree wen u dream, u hav to dream biig.. But wake up!! life isn’t a dream, its reality!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: i have no idea wat i would do.. jab hoga thab dekha jayega...(agar hoga..):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its time for u to think whom would u love more the person who loves u or the person whom u love????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course before I finish there is still a very optimistic perspective to all this..What if Y didn’t realize tat he loves me but later discovers, after some dramatic incident,  tat he does? Tat means X=Y(ya I like math).. tat would be gr88.. also that would be too bollywood style..&lt;sigh&gt;but too bad clichés n life don’t go together…:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-1439795039193944705?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1439795039193944705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=1439795039193944705' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1439795039193944705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/1439795039193944705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/whom-would-u-love-more-person-who-loves.html' title='Whom would u love more the person who loves u or the person whom u love???'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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-36483921.post-2399512808727559951</id><published>2006-12-12T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:18:20.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some nice messages</title><content type='html'>Well some days before I was thinking about what to write in my blog not because of shortage of incidents…:D which is a huge number.. But coz I wanted to blog something serious.. ya I know…lol.. Well I got something.. Here are some smses(slightly edited) I received recently which I liked a lot..(Courtesy my friends) its too bad I didn’t think of it before coz I have deleted a lot of excellent mesgs due to the increased capacity of my gr8 mob.. so here r a few which I stored , think about each of them, every msg has something to say to u.. ya u..brace urselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Everything in life has a beautiful ending…. If it isn’t beautiful, then be sure its still not the ending…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Everyone hears what u say.. Friends listen to what u say.. Best friends listen to what u don’t say… silence is the real conversation between friends.. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Only eyes speak the truth, neither the mirror nor the lips.. Only the person who loves u can c pain in ur eyes while everyone else believes in ur smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø So often, you loose someone by saying “I love you” but more often you loose someone by fearing to say “I LOVE YOU” that’s the logic that nobody understands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Anyone can make u smile, and anyone can make u cry.. But it takes a special person to make u smile with tears in your eyes.. Don’t lose such people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø We spend our days waiting for the ideal path to appear in front of us.. But what we forget is that, paths are made by walking, not by waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Life gives us answers in three ways.. it says yes and gives u what u want, it says no and gives u something better, it says wait and gives u the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Do not lose ur head in success n heart in failure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: il put in more memorable quotes as soon as I get enough of them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-2399512808727559951?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2399512808727559951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=2399512808727559951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2399512808727559951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/2399512808727559951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-nice-messages.html' title='Some nice messages'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-116340895163857793</id><published>2006-11-13T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:39:12.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pre-first-blog blog!</title><content type='html'>This is my third post(2nd actual one). so if u havent read the other one please do and comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea to start a blog came from one of my best friends in class R. Thank u R..(and ya R. i AM being formal..:P) and i think one of the first blogs i hav read is by my classmate,which was really great.It was an inspiration for me to start a blog of my own.The reason why i made a blogger account was mainly due to uniy, coz i needed an id to post comments in it:), well i didnt have much intention of starting an individual blog then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On october 31 2006 i made my official entry into individual blogging..after that its been empty till today:).Actually the reason why i didnt post anything was coz i wasnt gettin anything to write on at times when i had time to do it and ideas were flooding at other times when i didnt have time:(. so then i came up with a &lt;strong&gt;brilliant solution&lt;/strong&gt;: i will write in a paper what i wanted to post and then type it in.So one day during a free time in class i took my pen and my rough book to write and ended  up just scribbling the words"friendship". At that time i wished i could finish of the blog with just that one word:).well my pride told me i cant give up that easily.So i tried next day to write what i wanted to in a word document. I dont think i have to explain that even that didnt work.:)  In between i got the sms mentioned in the previous blog, which i thought was perfect for what i was writing about, so saved it in my mob whose memory was almost full. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about two weeks went by with me just having a topic,a draft copy with just the title n the first line and that sms. Yesterday one of my friends called me n asked me to update the blog then i promised her that i will do it yesterday itself.A promise is a promise. I tried to keep my word. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 10:30:There was a lot of thunder n lightning outside.Amma asked me why i wanted to go online now somehow managed to convince her that i was bored to death,ultimately she agreed.i came online wanted to chat with someone or other. Was very happy when i saw the status that about 7 people were online. But to my greatest sorrow i saw that 6/7 were on sms!(oh why did messenger allow people to be online on their mobs?)well at least one good friend of mine was online, thought of chatting. When i opened the chat window to chat i saw the message"(person) is now offline)"( crap! thank u to one uniyian for teaching me that word, i am really using it often now:))frustrated seeing that none else was available i logged in to orkut. saw that some of my friends were online. Ok, at least scrapping and chattin is possible. so scrapped 4-5 people who were as the orkut window showed online. Got about two replies each from 2 people n well thank u A3 for scrapping 4-5 times:). Then, since i was "available" in messenger one of my friends came n said a sort of hi  rather asked me about how my studies for tomorrow's series was going on. then i started to chat with that person.10-15mins into the chat my net connection decided to play the role of my parent and decided its time for me to stop chatting..ie i got dced. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked the clock in the dining room..yup time was 11:15. Tried reconnecting, but my dear net connection was adamant. Got really frustrated. Ok, so &lt;strong&gt;brilliant idea number 2&lt;/strong&gt; struck:i will finish my blog today no matter what time it is. (Wish the brilliant idea was more like i will go and finish off my studies today no matter what time.:P coz series tomorrow and university on 27th, ya 27th november) Well i didnt study anything yesterday a sheer waste of a perfectly free day. So, i started typing my post in the Word.Then i saw Amma who had dragged herself from her sleep to check what i was doing till this time, told her that i was blogging.First she said ok then started advicing me about how my priorities are changing n how i wasted the morning n now wasting the night too(yes mom, i know u are right but this is one thing i really really want to finish, do understand and i know u are saying all this coz u love me a lot.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 am: finished writing my blog in MS word and cut n copied it to the blogger. Keeping my fingers crossed i tried to reconnect. aah net connection u are the gr8est, u really want to make me miserable na(no connection again:(:(:().Sad and angry, i went to bed, but didnt feel like sleeping coz my first blog is ready but not posted:(. decided i will post it today at about 10am when according to my plans i was supposed to have a break.(ya well my plans always stop at the drawing board.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:25am:got up n sat on the bed.well i always pray before i get up from bed, its a habit.(sometimes i even fall back to sleep while praying:P..no disrespect meant to the gods.)today well i prayed real hard that i should have a good day and then chalked out a timetable for the day:cpp from 7-9am ssd after that etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35am:got up from bed n  i went to my room (dad is not here for the time being so i was sleeping in their room) to put my mobile on the charger that is when i got a call from V. conversation was something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V:&lt;/strong&gt;"hey, evide ethuvare ellarum vannitilla..(no one has come here yet)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was what when where? was there a combined study planned? i didnt know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: "entha?(wat?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V:&lt;/strong&gt;"innu tuition illa ennu sir paranjirunno?(did sir say that there was no tuition today?)than evideya(where r u)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;" ayyo innu monday aano(oh, is today monday)?? tuition undalle(tuition is there right)? njan maranu poyi(i forgot)! i m home...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[**for all those people who think that i was stupid to forget that it was monday, today is a holiday in college. monday=first day of the week to go to college. its not my fault:P and well this is the first time i m late for any class i think:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V:&lt;/strong&gt;"wat?so varunille(arent u coming?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;"ya i m coming in 15 mins".&lt;br /&gt;call ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely nuts(ya ya i already am wat more, right?? well this was nuts^infinity)i didnt kno what to do. i told amma that i had to go for tuition right then.. n she was looking at me with a how-can-u-be-so-careless n how-cud-u-forget-it looks. :(well thank god she didnt say anything, i dont like getting scolding early in the morning, it spoils my mood completely n everything goes wrong. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i brushed my teeth, put on the first dress i got, took my mobile,took the books n got the activa key n literally ran out of my house. Seeing the way i was running amma was really afraid if i would drive too fast and get into an accident.(for all those guys who think "fast" for a girl is 40kmph u havent to many girl drivers) Well, i was getting a lot of stares from people who were looking like how can a girl drive this fast? well its gud that there was one more girl in another activa who was driving as fast in front of me.(maybe she was also late for some tuition:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am:Ultimately somehow i reached the 6:30am tuition at 7:05am:D.Seeing me come this late, sir gave me a slight frosty-nosed stare, and i smiled my best sheepish smile:).At last sir allowed me to get in. what is the point? there was no seat,ultimately adjusted somewhere. oh damn, i forgot to call amma n tell her i reached.so took my mobile out in the cover itself n called amma. it was meant to be a missed call to say i reached but amma took the fone:(...ya,my talktime reduced...(Yes, i m a miser when its comes to calling from my mobile,though i m not so much a miser with smses.ya, most of my friends know that:D)Aah!!!The class sounded like greek to me in the begining coz i hadn't touched the notes after the last class:D.About 10mins into the class i got the groove of what was being taught.:)(Phew! wat a relief!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15am: Sir said class was over.A2. and M. said sir we have this portion for series so we need the notes.(oh dears not today, i know u are right but,i have to reach home asap coz i have brought my mom's activa with me:() So, started writing down the notes which V. was dictating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:35am:Class over. I said a quick bye to everyone and ran out(ya i day of too much running). Steps: well never thought they also had a grudge against me or was it my shoes calling a strike???well, what i recollect was i was walking/semi-sprinting and my leg decided that it wants the heel of my left shoes on one step and well my toe tip wasnt comfortable with that coz it wanted to reach the next. I guess you can imagine what happened next. i could see sir's wife(i think she is sir's wife) with sir's son( a really cute child about 2-3 years old) downstairs and the next thing i knew the child's level seemed to hav shifted up or my level had shifted down. By the time i got my senses reacting all i knew was that i had an excruciating pain in my left leg and i was sitting on the platform between two steps(thank goodness for the platform, otherwise i would have known exactly how jack felt when he came down the hill).i had skipped two steps..:).Aah well, the pain and the embarrassment(coz classes were going on near the steps) was really wonderful:) Somehow after 2mins i got up by myself and started descending the rest of the steps.My only thought then was to get the activa home b4 8:45.One of my friends at tuition was there behind me she asked me if i was fine and the only answer i could process and give was "ya,ya fine fine":)(Ya right, who was i kidding?i was soo fine that i was in a half-limp:))actually the whole incident seems funny thats the main reason why i though of posting this in the blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then somehow i got on my activa.By then my friends had come down.A1 was the first one to come out, and i told her that i sprained my leg.A1 asked how and i said i fell down the step.A1's second question was something like "marinjiadichano veeno(did u tumble n fall down)?"That made me forget the pain and i laughed..:) she was really serious about the question that was the best part..its nice to be able to laugh when you are sad..thanks A1 for the laugh... :)And then somehow i came home.I didnt want to tell Amma coz she had to reach office by 9 i dont like making anyone late due to a silly reason.But my mom, being my best friend knows my expressions completely. Amma guessed as much that something was wrong with me. She thought i might have fallen from the scooter somewhere coz i was late in the morning(well me falling down from the scooter had happened only once since the time i started driving (no, its not a short period)..during a rain due to a guy coming in the opposite direction crossing over to my side of the road.just scratches then). So i told her what had happened.(and mom dont be so scared.. i know its natural for a parent but still..) Well she put some ointment and tried tying the bandage about 3-4 times before it was comfortable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am: I told amma to go to office.. But she was like you are more important to me(how sweet ma, i wish everyone had a mom like you..ya i know u'l say i m buttering u.. but i swear i am not.. look at my innocent face&gt;:)) Well, she was saying she'd take a leave for me or at least come at noon for lunch.. i ultimately managed to convince her that i was ok and pushed her off to office..:)after that well i started to read something in ssd n then being very much intrested in ssd,i thought i'd finish of my yday's endeavour and then start the next. so here i m blogging, when i should be resting and studying.. And at last my second post is up and this is being typed. well, hope you had fun reading my great pre-first-blog blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-116340895163857793?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116340895163857793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=116340895163857793' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/116340895163857793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/116340895163857793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/pre-first-blog-blog.html' title='Pre-first-blog blog!'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-116339653026228345</id><published>2006-11-13T11:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:12:10.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends and friendship for me....</title><content type='html'>Ohk..now i start my first real post.. This is about the people who are the most significant in my life my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with this note:&lt;strong&gt;"My friends are the greatest in the world!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya,my friends are the greatest in the world which includes my mom….Everyone is allowed to boast about something or other, right? And well,this is what I m boasting about this:). Its nice to have such good caring friends..For all those people who cant understand what I am trying to say I can put it like this, if it weren’t for my friends, I would have never gone to uniy(which is by the way ,not one of the, but THE greatest places to be at!! No wonder why almost all uniyians blog about something or the other related to uniy:)), I would have never started blogging (for all those people who are smiling right now..ya you were responsible:)) my college-life(which is without a doubt gr8)n school-life(every moment of which was too good) wouldn’t have been this fun, in fact, u people make my life a joy to live!!!thank u..( n well I m not being formal:P) i m really fortunate to have u all as my true friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then what does friendship mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an sms some days back from a good friend of mine which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friendship means a little heart that never hates, a quiet smile that never fades, a smooth touch that never shakes, a strong relationship that never breaks!!!..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. to put in a single line that is what friendship means to me..Friends always have a heart that can never hate u.Well, even if someone says he/she hates his/her friend due to some reason it doesn’t mean that that person really hates the other person completely. It means that that person doesn’t like the bad quality/character of the other person or even what the other person did. I don’t think its humanly possible for someone to hate a once-upon-a-time close friend. And well smile is one of the best gifts that u can present someone[unless u are a guy are taking out his girlfriends out on a early-in-the-relationship date without even a penny in his pockets, smile woudnt work there buddy! :P(vice versa also if it is possible)]well in general smile can melt hearts n sometimes provide the strength that another heart needs. So I recommend, like one of my friends says: “Keep smiling.”:). Friendship is definitely a tender touch that touches and bonds a lot of hearts. So, well as a conclusion it is definitely a strong relationship which never breaks. Its one of the most important relationships, so never neglect it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is a small story about friends and me..(ya u will have to read the story.)When I was little I was a complete extrovert (some people may say I still am n some others may say I m not anymore) and so, didn’t have any problem with talking to anyone anywhere. At that time I used to make a loooooot of friends, but the depths of my friendships with most, were shallow (or sometimes my judgement about my friends weren’t right).One or two incidents made me realize the need to have true friends: friend that really care about u, friends who are really there for u n who would welcome your being there for them.well now I m glad to say that yes my friends are true. Well, my gang of friends in cllass: A.,A.,A.,A.,A.,M.,R.,V.,(oh I didn’t realize 5/9 in the gang had names starting with A.i guess I m so used to calling the initials/surnames of 3 A.s)they are really true friends in the strict sense of the word. . glad to have u guys as my friends.. all of you are so different yet soo same..(ya I know I m contradicting myself but that’s the way it is)its always memorable to remember the time I had with u people especially our s12 tour,dhwani 06 nite out to see our college dance performance, n of course the gr8 time we had in my house on one strike day,remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank u to R,A1,n V. for getting me into blogging, thank u A2 for asking me to post asap. N well thank u to some of my seniors n some uniyians for inspiring me n encouraging me to blog.. thank u to some of my friends in other colleges too for,again, inspiring me. If I have missed out anyone its not intentional.. (well, I think I shud try my hand at writing a thank u speech for the winner of the oscars:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as u can see, friendship means a lot to me. It’s my friends who take me to a world which otherwise I wouldn’t have explored. Being a single child, my friends were the closest thing I have had to siblings. They are the ones who share my sorrows and my joys and also give me good advices. Of course they are also the ones who tease me n criticize a lot..:P It is a cardinal rule for me that my friends should remain true. Don’t ask me how I will find out if they are true coz even I don’t kno:)Well right now, I have lot of friends in a lot of places especially my college(which has the gr8est set of students incl me:P) and at uniy. Seriously college is really fun with such friends n such gr8 seniors(ya ya I m soapifying everyone:D).n well what to say about uniy its one place which I enjoy going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:All my good friends are people whom I open up to. So if anyone feels that I m very formal,get to know me better,talk to me and I will definitely change your opinion:DFor all those people who doubt if I consider u as my friend, don’t doubt anymore I don’t consider anyone as my enemy,ya even people I don’t like:P.. lol….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-116339653026228345?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116339653026228345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=116339653026228345' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/116339653026228345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/116339653026228345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends-and-friendship-for-me.html' title='Friends and friendship for me....'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36483921.post-116160849589663601</id><published>2006-10-23T18:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:27:41.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my first blog!</title><content type='html'>hello every1.. this is my first blog..&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people were involved in making me a blogger..Many pestered me to start a blog..n i know a lot people who have written really really good blogs..keeping them as role-models now i m starting a blog too.. hope every1 forgives the mistakes i make n helps me in become better at this..&lt;br /&gt;my next blog will be about my friends including my mom..they r the people who make my life best..they ARE the Dew drops of my life..&lt;br /&gt;so until then adios..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:i'd like to mention here that if my blog resembles any other blog its by coincidence..i hav no intention of copying anything.. my topics may b general so there r chances of resemblence..n most of the topics wil be related to my daily life..i hope all of u would help me in my endeavour to become a good blogger..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36483921-116160849589663601?l=dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116160849589663601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36483921&amp;postID=116160849589663601' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/116160849589663601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36483921/posts/default/116160849589663601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dewdropsofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-blog_23.html' title='my first blog!'/><author><name>Sindhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11145896626743055819</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>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
