<?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-5448026128472823058</id><updated>2012-02-15T18:21:13.053+05:30</updated><category term='Summer T shirts Lazy'/><category term='Weird posts'/><category term='college'/><category term='IIT'/><category term='First Post'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Mad post'/><category term='rains'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Placement'/><title type='text'>Public Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog for public display of a diary.To be precise: A place for something about nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-3469707028687989991</id><published>2008-10-26T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:09:55.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bangalore calling....</title><content type='html'>After a long time, I have got the freedom to access the internet. Its the eve of a beautiful diwali but I don't have the luck to be at home. Wish I celebrate a wonderful diwali at namma bengaluru. According to me, the city does not have an energy which I used to see back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-3469707028687989991?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3469707028687989991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=3469707028687989991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3469707028687989991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3469707028687989991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/10/bangalore-calling.html' title='Bangalore calling....'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8207176571345205829</id><published>2008-06-11T10:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:16:01.321+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad post'/><title type='text'>Sai's Travelogue Part 2</title><content type='html'>I think I forgot to write something in my first edition. It was unusually raining in mid-summer in Coimbatore. The train's scheduled departure was delayed by an hour and all passengers were held up over the platform. I somehow managed to get a seat which wasn't wet. Guess what? Though there are shelters made up of asbestos over the platform, the water keeps leaking through the holes in the roof. I kept watching at a woman who has some mental disorder. Actually she is a beggar. I began imagining what she kept thinking in her mind. I assume she was imagining herself as a queen who kept talking to her maids over some task. She went on talking giving orders to everyone. As I was watching her, her head turned towards and stared at my eyes. I diverted my attention immediately. There was a little kid sitting on the lap of his mom who kept pulling my shirt while I was watching this old lady. Later I found that the kid was a special child and his arms were criss-cross and he had some problems. I felt bad about it. All of a sudden, the mad woman started shouting at the tea vendor. She took out a steel glass from her belongings and landed it over the platform with a great thud. I was shocked to see her ordering the vendor to give her tea in the name of God! The vendor never cared for her and moved forward to find a victim to sell his cups. This woman started praying by prostrating to the platform surfae. All the passengers were glued to her theatrical behaviour. It was quite interesting and the best way to spend time in a platform when your train is late. Later, I decided to move forward to the other side of the platform since the three tier AC coaches are expected to be positioned at the anterior side of the train while departing from Coimbatore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8207176571345205829?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8207176571345205829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8207176571345205829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8207176571345205829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8207176571345205829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/06/sais-travelogue-part-2.html' title='Sai&apos;s Travelogue Part 2'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-9078742484860920080</id><published>2008-05-18T23:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:19:03.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Sai's Travelogue</title><content type='html'>Though I am a S.I now, I am getting very lazier to type stuff. Anyways, this post was in my mind for quite a long time. Yup, I am going to talk about my experience of my train journey to an interview. First, let me talk about the difficulty I faced in booking the tickets for this wonderful journey. Since I received the confirmed dates as late as possible, I ended up at cross-roads with no tickets to travel. My planned journey dates were May 12 and May 14. Thanks to the government's vague policies of releasing the tatkal quota 5 days before the journey. I had to be at the railway station on May 7 and May 9, as early as 8 a.m to get myself a ticket. Else, travel agents would have booked all the tickets with fake names. It was like performing a tapas, upside down to buy the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;                   In the final leg of my journey, I happen to learn that the tickets get booked up by 30 minutes after releasing the tatkal quota for a particular day. This is ridiculous. With more travellers, the government needs to find more trains. After all what are the railways are for?&lt;br /&gt;                It was a rainy Monday in Coimbatore. 6:30 a.m. Mom called Bairavan, the autodriver to drop me at the railway station. I usually don't like the inquisitive nature of strangers who are so curious to know my destination and why I am going to that place. Bairavan is one such example and I was patient to answer queries. I felt sad for his ignorance since he does not know the journey duration as well as the location of Bombay in the India map. He wished me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;The display showed that the Lokmanya tilak Express from Kurla would arrive at 7:45 a.m., running late by an hour and fifteen minutes. I got irritated by this delay. I was kept waiting at the platform which was something more than mud and cement for nearly 90 minutes. Later, they train arrived by 8 a.m, 15 minutes more than the promised delay! We weren't allowed to enter the coaches until 8:45 a.m since they required cleaning. The train moved out of the station by 9:30 a.m. My seat was a side lower berth which I hate. My co-passenger was a middle aged person travelling to Namma Bengaluru!&lt;br /&gt;                 My other co-passengers were a couple returning from their honeymoon( who were more friendly to me!), An old tamil brahmin granny going to BLR, A software engineer bound to Pune......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued.......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-9078742484860920080?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/9078742484860920080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=9078742484860920080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/9078742484860920080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/9078742484860920080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/05/sais-travelogue.html' title='Sai&apos;s Travelogue'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-3872895941591484982</id><published>2008-05-08T09:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:33:25.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>When I met her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't find yourself turned on with the titles my dear reader. There are no surprises in here. I just wanted to attract you out of this title.&lt;/span&gt; I went to the railway station yesterday to book my tickets for a interview scheduled earlier next week. I met a woman whom I already met somewhere. It took me sometime to recognise that it was my Hindi teacher. Oh my God! yes! She was my Hindi teacher Ms. Prema. I kept staring at her since she has grown old and was scared that whether she would recognise me. The ticket queue system is one where unit to move in a line which is serpentine and you have too keep displacing your positions based upon your turn. Actually you have seats in the line. Since it is a serpentine one, she came near me on the other side of the line. I decided not to talk with her assuming that she would have forgotten me. She turned to me and asked:&lt;br /&gt;    Son did you study at Carmel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was shocked. She remembers me. I told yes. She asked what I was doing now. We were able to talk for very few moments. I had to move further in the queue. Later after the purchase of my ticket, I went to her to bid goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me whether I have got placed. I told her that I have got a good job by God's grace and that I am trying for better options.&lt;br /&gt;      She told me God Bless you my son.&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't hide my happiness and I thanked her a lot. She asked me &lt;blockquote&gt;Your name is Sriram right?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh my God! She remembers my name too!!!!(At least a half of it!!) I was so happy that I coudn't resist talking with her. Since I had to leave, I thanked her once again. I was very happy yesterday and later when I told my mom, she told me that thats the gift of a teacher. They love all their students and try to remember throughout the life. I am quite nostalgic since then and I am not able to forget Ms. Prema. Wish her blessings continue. I have had the pleasure of being with the best teacher in the world...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-3872895941591484982?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3872895941591484982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=3872895941591484982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3872895941591484982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3872895941591484982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-met-her.html' title='When I met her....'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2707934006349060171</id><published>2008-05-04T19:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:45:35.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Question Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Could see these question papers? These were the final three papers I wrote in my UG life. There is no chance that I could get these back. These memories will never fade in my heart. I have gone so crazy to publish it through scanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s1600-h/1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196525343145312402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s200/1+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3EQ2h9wII/AAAAAAAAAE4/FEe1qXWjas8/s1600-h/1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196525338850345090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3EQ2h9wII/AAAAAAAAAE4/FEe1qXWjas8/s200/1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3EQmh9wHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hxzrYfwxeX4/s1600-h/1+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196525334555377778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3EQmh9wHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hxzrYfwxeX4/s200/1+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s1600-h/1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s1600-h/1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s1600-h/1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s1600-h/1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2707934006349060171?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2707934006349060171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2707934006349060171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2707934006349060171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2707934006349060171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/05/could-see-these-question-papers-these.html' title='Question Papers'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB3ERGh9wJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XIYP1azHt_0/s72-c/1+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-4101098133606238121</id><published>2008-05-04T10:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:20:43.691+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Bachelor of Engineering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB1Jqmh9wGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zHO90Dhm_Z8/s1600-h/P5020116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196390541301760098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB1Jqmh9wGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zHO90Dhm_Z8/s400/P5020116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;My God! I am a to-be graduate now. I finally finished my eighth semester exams yesterday. Though it was horrible, I am happy that I am done once for all. My marks keep worrying me. My friends keep worrying me. Though I am not sentimental and blah blah blah. I wish it would have been nice if I were able to get those days back. The fact which makes me happy is that my class is one where 29 out of 30 students have got placed. We have achieved 100% results in the 7th semester and my batch is one where we have achieved 100% pass out rate. Wish everyone finds their best track. Miss you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4101098133606238121?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4101098133606238121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4101098133606238121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4101098133606238121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4101098133606238121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/05/bachelor-of-engineering.html' title='Bachelor of Engineering'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/SB1Jqmh9wGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zHO90Dhm_Z8/s72-c/P5020116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-2934634947082959870</id><published>2008-05-01T09:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:31:05.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>I am happy that my blog has got a fan..... A best friend of mine has scrolled through my blog and has appreciated that my work looks perfect like a diary. I decided to keep this place alive. The problem is that the resolution I make just gets over by a week or so.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2934634947082959870?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2934634947082959870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2934634947082959870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2934634947082959870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2934634947082959870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7375084078070595487</id><published>2008-03-17T10:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:16:10.248+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad post'/><title type='text'>Entry ya No Entry</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful morning on a Saturday. I had no work and I was in a somber mood. Called up my dearest friend, Vikram:&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Hi, man wass up?&lt;br /&gt;    Viki: Nothing much, boring dude.&lt;br /&gt;     Me: Care to join me for a movie?&lt;br /&gt;    Viki: Why not? Which movie?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Hmm, Jodhaa Akbar in Tamil&lt;br /&gt;    Viki: When am I supposed to join you?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;       The movie went fine for me in Tamil too. When I crossed the street to go home, I noticed a board indicating "ENTRY" into a particular road. I was quite happy to find the shortest way back home. At the other end of the road, it was shocking to observe that another sign board indicated "NO ENTRY". It was the same road having two conditions. Impasse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7375084078070595487?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7375084078070595487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7375084078070595487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7375084078070595487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7375084078070595487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-ya-no-entry.html' title='Entry ya No Entry'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2283396955523832415</id><published>2008-03-12T22:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:49:54.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Vacancy</title><content type='html'>As I had mentioned earlier, my movie thirst has gone increasing exponentially every day. One of them was Vacancy. It was a nail biting thriller involving a couple who stay in a hotel of a remote location. The story was about three psychopath killers attempting to murder them. I am shocked to observe that the woman is able to survive amidst all difficulties. A good movie though. It was as short as 80 minutes. I would call this movie far better from Texas Chainsaw. I just hate such stuff. One thing which makes me feel weird is that such people co-exist with us. One must not miss movies of these sorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2283396955523832415?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2283396955523832415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2283396955523832415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2283396955523832415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2283396955523832415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacancy.html' title='Vacancy'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-4012453991231590796</id><published>2008-03-10T20:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:05:30.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ki Moo 10,000</title><content type='html'>I developed the habit of watching movies aplenty. Thanks to my friend. He wants me to accompany him to all the stuff he wishes to watch. One of them was 10000B.C. I hate historic stuff and the fact that the movie was not released in English, anywhere made it pathetic. My friend wanted to see it in Tamil and it was named as Ki Moo 10000. Ki Moo in Tamil means Before Christ or Christhu Pirapadharku Mun. Ah the movie was horrible in Tamil though the story was good.&lt;br /&gt;        In exhchange, I got a written declaration from my friend that he would accompany me for 10 useless movies....&lt;br /&gt;What an idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4012453991231590796?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4012453991231590796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4012453991231590796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4012453991231590796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4012453991231590796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/03/ki-moo-10000.html' title='Ki Moo 10,000'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7623786320475534785</id><published>2008-03-09T17:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:13:36.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/R9PX5r-iBQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z5rn_ySn0xk/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175717782836348162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/R9PX5r-iBQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z5rn_ySn0xk/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my college life is nearing its end. I am proud that I was awarded a chance to talk about college memories on behalf of my department. What a flop? I got scared seeing the crowd. There is always a next time......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7623786320475534785?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7623786320475534785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7623786320475534785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7623786320475534785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7623786320475534785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/03/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/R9PX5r-iBQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z5rn_ySn0xk/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-1314037750290373615</id><published>2008-03-08T21:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:15:53.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog's improve social life</title><content type='html'>I read a yahoo news fact that blogging improves social life. I want to be a social bug. I am reviving my lost habit for a second time. Hope I sting more people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Anonymous: I am searching for a good blog punch line. I shall find one myself when the time arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. Life will keep finding its way!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1314037750290373615?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1314037750290373615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1314037750290373615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1314037750290373615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1314037750290373615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogs-improve-social-life.html' title='Blog&apos;s improve social life'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-1672409240168402676</id><published>2007-11-25T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T11:08:24.715+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>Twenty 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2007/11/25/stories/2007112560630800.htm"&gt;http://www.hindu.com/2007/11/25/stories/2007112560630800.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at this article from The Hindu. I was shocked. Plans are up for 20 new engineering colleges in the state. The saddening fact is that around three-fourths of colleges in the state lack proper infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government merely wants to open up centres where degrees are sold at the rate of 1.6 lacs for 4 years. I hail from a similar place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IITs in the country make sure that their students fly overseas to earn 7-10 lacs every year when a student from a private college keeps running pillar to post for a job. No one is really worried about the countrys' progress.It is a  clear indication that the IITs are mere brands like the Mercedes to be sold out to a foreign organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still people keep conducting debates about the contribution of the IITs towards building a strong nation. I am shocked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try talking to an IITian when you get a chance to go their festivals. It reveals that they aren't really bothered whats going on outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: They remain locked up in a fully residential hi-fi insti for 4 year. Score something in the name of the CGPA. Enjoy all the infrastructure and fly out to work with Schlumberger for a salary of 2 lacs per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask an IIT grad... He says we are being paid for being an intellect! So aren't ? What went wrong with us? Am I forbidden?&lt;br /&gt;I read a news item that the goverment wants to make IITians work in the country. Is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these IITs and NITs create a drama in the name of finishing schools for the country? The security guard doesn't even allow one to enter the campus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the human resources policy of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1672409240168402676?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1672409240168402676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1672409240168402676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1672409240168402676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1672409240168402676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/twenty-20.html' title='Twenty 20'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7294955172064373980</id><published>2007-11-24T06:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T06:51:22.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Break the rules</title><content type='html'>I am facing my exams till Dec 4 and I did not have the opportunity to meet my friends for quite a long time and I desperately wanted to meet my friend yesterday. It was nearly 9 by the time I started returning home. There is a new flyover city in my city where the traffic was being allowed in only one direction. Usually, the policeman restricts the direction in which I went. It was pitch drak and I noticed a two wheeler ride beyond the policeman. He was talking with someone over the phone and I was not able to recognise his face in the darkness. He just waved his hand to go. I decided to react. and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! My vehicle turned off........ I thought it went dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! it started! I came back home safely......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7294955172064373980?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7294955172064373980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7294955172064373980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7294955172064373980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7294955172064373980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/break-rules.html' title='Break the rules'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-3861287012477829249</id><published>2007-11-19T16:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:21:35.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>Brand IIT? Chee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/071119/211/6nf65.html"&gt;http://in.news.yahoo.com/071119/211/6nf65.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked! Shame on those people! Reflects a bad image about brand IIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-3861287012477829249?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3861287012477829249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=3861287012477829249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3861287012477829249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3861287012477829249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/brand-iit-chee.html' title='Brand IIT? Chee!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-3607115591905535119</id><published>2007-11-16T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:52:59.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The thief in police</title><content type='html'>Today I faced my first theory exam of the seventh semester. It sucked. I was not really happy about my performance. I decided to go out with my dad( A so called relaxation!). I happen to notice two policemen, hiding behind a telephone booth. It was absurd. They were peeping over the road.&lt;br /&gt;      I turned towards the direction they looked at. I was shocked to notice that they were hiding themselves from a lady inspector in order to avoid getting caught red handed, seeing them smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a shame to the state police to avoid performing their duties promptly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-3607115591905535119?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3607115591905535119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=3607115591905535119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3607115591905535119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3607115591905535119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/thief-in-police.html' title='The thief in police'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-4445090151168923899</id><published>2007-11-14T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:23:18.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too hot to handle</title><content type='html'>I went to a fast food restaurant yesterday. I ate for 25 rupees and gave him fifty bucks. He just threw those fifty bucks over the hot pan of cutlets, shouting for a change. He asked me to give another 5 rupees so that he could tender a round change. The other guy never took the 50 bucks note from the pan until I gave the coin from my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I reacted. I was shocked to see him take three more notes from the pan and he gave me the one of those hot notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten rupee note was too hot to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4445090151168923899?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4445090151168923899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4445090151168923899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4445090151168923899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4445090151168923899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/money-on-fire.html' title='Too hot to handle'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-1463684049950842884</id><published>2007-11-11T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:14:06.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad post'/><title type='text'>Uncomfortable sunday</title><content type='html'>My mom is not feeling well today and hence I had to go get some &lt;a href="http://www.tamilspider.com/tamil/recipes/ViewRecipe.aspx?RecipeId=69"&gt;vathal kulombu&lt;/a&gt;. I happen to go to a branch of the chain of restaurants belonging to the hotelier who is considered to be the kingmaker of the industry. Since the restaurant was situated near my home, I went to the place in my shorts. (Of course! Covered upto my knees). Alas! Since, the cooks had not returned from their diwali holidays, the parcel-in-charge guy was not ready to get me what I desired.&lt;br /&gt;         The dishwas being served to those only who buy a meals pack and no extra items were being served. I decided to go to the other branch of the same hotel which is very near by, located in the centre of the city. I got the same reply. I was shocked. I thought it was due to the Uppu Jowli rush in coimbatore. If you happen to be in Coimbatore, you would have known it. Its a unique traditional practice followed before a marriage where both the bridegroom and bride's relations, go for shopping. Hence the restaurants get flooded on such auspicious days.&lt;br /&gt;            I decided to go to the biggest branch of the same guy. I got a negative reply. I decided to switch over my brand now. There was one nearby. The parcel-in-charge of the hotel asked me to go to the previous place where I came from!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali vacations aren't over in Coimbatore. This Sunday noon passed away by mere travel through the city. It took me damn 30 minutes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the intermediate. I went to a petrol bunk where the lady spilled fuel over me! She was in a row with her co-workers!!!!! I think this another idiot's way to waste liquid gold! You would be aware of what I did in the past or else go through this &lt;a href="http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupids-method-to-waste-national.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncomfortable factor this sunday had was me going to the city in my shorts. People looked at me like an insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether I was horrible or my city is still being a conservative society who hate westernisation!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1463684049950842884?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1463684049950842884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1463684049950842884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1463684049950842884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1463684049950842884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/uncomfortable-sunday.html' title='Uncomfortable sunday'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-5790108316618684098</id><published>2007-11-09T06:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:53:24.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Festival of lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOx-4nHRXI/AAAAAAAAACc/T4HGA12pVyQ/s1600-h/PC060012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130640094411572594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOx-4nHRXI/AAAAAAAAACc/T4HGA12pVyQ/s200/PC060012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyAInHRYI/AAAAAAAAACk/ixPo3KK2QUM/s1600-h/PC060009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130640115886409090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyAInHRYI/AAAAAAAAACk/ixPo3KK2QUM/s200/PC060009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyAonHRZI/AAAAAAAAACs/hlW_S2-9AEI/s1600-h/PC060010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130640124476343698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyAonHRZI/AAAAAAAAACs/hlW_S2-9AEI/s200/PC060010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyBonHRaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I4ZMBUM-8Kg/s1600-h/PC060013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130640141656212898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyBonHRaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I4ZMBUM-8Kg/s200/PC060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyCInHRbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PcPSzGvjsS0/s1600-h/PC060014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130640150246147506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOyCInHRbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PcPSzGvjsS0/s200/PC060014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This diwali rocked. Though I wanted to celebrate an eco-friendly one, I was not able to make others to so. Hence I need to write how others spent theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could notice a blank pic, above. Kindly zoom into it. Its actually a golden sparkles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second pink color thing, just flew over my head. The third pic was a long shot of the farthest parts of the city. The best thing I happen to capture is the pink shots over the sky. The final pic shows the pollution levels of my city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Though the pics are a bit shaken since they were night shots and you need a tripod to avoid them. Diwali was really cool this year except for the noise and smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the benefit is that there would be no mosquitoes for at least another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-5790108316618684098?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/5790108316618684098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=5790108316618684098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5790108316618684098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5790108316618684098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/festival-of-lights.html' title='Festival of lights'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RzOx-4nHRXI/AAAAAAAAACc/T4HGA12pVyQ/s72-c/PC060012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-943599483734115322</id><published>2007-11-06T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:37:22.915+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The plight of the Indian bank</title><content type='html'>Today I happen to visit the Indian bank near my home for personal reasons.... I saw 4 express counters for cash payments below 20K. I was shocked to observe more tham 50 people standing before the 4 counters where the queue was moving at snail's pace.... It took me 30 minutes through the express counter to make the cash payment. I thought that festival crowd would have made all this mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached a stage where only 2 more turns were left for mine, I noticed that the cashier in the adjoining one was arguing with a lady that her photo affixed in the passbook was taken while her husband was alive. Since she is a widow(usually women do not sport bindis, if the husband is dead), he is not able to identify her and threatening her to change the photograph before she makes the next visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn was still worser. The cashier was talking with someone over the mobile phone. He wasn't worried about my payment. He kept asking about my job,career and all that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I made the payment and I had to pass the challan to get my cash drafted. The assistant asked me to come later since the person was not available at the seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to budge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe customer is a king in our natinalised banks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-943599483734115322?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/943599483734115322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=943599483734115322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/943599483734115322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/943599483734115322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/plight-of-indian-bank.html' title='The plight of the Indian bank'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2108468997796545581</id><published>2007-11-05T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:18:47.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Language labs--</title><content type='html'>I had to write a paper called Communication skills as part of my lab exams this semester. It went well today. I was asked to talk about my surname "Yamanoor" for 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked!! Then I came to learn that the people inside just wanted to contradict whenever I tried opening my mouth........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadenning fact is that I never wished the external examiner and turned my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester consists of 4 lab papers and 6 theory papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy seventh battle begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2108468997796545581?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2108468997796545581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2108468997796545581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2108468997796545581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2108468997796545581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/language-labs.html' title='Language labs--'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-5929109399831001256</id><published>2007-11-04T08:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:16:12.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting space on earth?</title><content type='html'>Did I find an interesting space on this earth beyond my blogspace? I was wondering to ask this question since there wasn't post for the past two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-5929109399831001256?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/5929109399831001256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=5929109399831001256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5929109399831001256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5929109399831001256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-space-on-earth.html' title='Interesting space on earth?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7700097159223441746</id><published>2007-09-06T05:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:51:12.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men in Blue</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this post to the Indian cricket team who huffed and puffed to make it a series level, yesterday at the Oval........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera Bharath Mahan!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7700097159223441746?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7700097159223441746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7700097159223441746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7700097159223441746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7700097159223441746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/09/men-in-blue.html' title='Men in Blue'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8536965277939236912</id><published>2007-09-04T08:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:16:29.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chennai Sucks!!!</title><content type='html'>Some things are never going to change on this earth. One of them is Chennai's climate. I happen to be in Chennai for some damn purpose which eventually turned out to be a failure. I was born in Chennai and since my 22nd day on this earth, I started hating this great city.&lt;br /&gt;                       The city did not have a bucket of water to spare for a 22 day old baby. Now, things have woresened. I usually get fever in my childhood whenever I visit chennai. The climate is so horrible that you experiience non-stop sweating even when the climate is dull! When are things going to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible fact is that I need to work in Chennai next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8536965277939236912?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8536965277939236912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8536965277939236912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8536965277939236912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8536965277939236912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/09/chennai-sucks.html' title='Chennai Sucks!!!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-1693914044824307693</id><published>2007-08-27T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:26:18.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is friendship all about?</title><content type='html'>Recently I happen to meet a girl over orkut who happened to be my friend's friend. I was happy that a girl is interested to chat with me. I got acquainted with her and I started chatting with this girl curiously. Later, I discovered that this girl wanted to talk with me since she challenged her friend ( who is my friend) that she will befriend me soon.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to hear this. Though it was done for bleak humour, is this what friendship is all about these days?&lt;br /&gt;Note.: I am scared about the dire consequences that I need to face at coll with my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1693914044824307693?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1693914044824307693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1693914044824307693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1693914044824307693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1693914044824307693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-friendship-all-about.html' title='What is friendship all about?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-6107669065144748381</id><published>2007-08-14T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:48:09.869+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The stupid's method to waste national resource</title><content type='html'>I started to getting used with my bike. I had a strange experience today. I was heading on with a bus near a speed check post. The overspeeding bus never meant to stop the thing seeing me. I was frustrated and I decided not to give away. I succeeded and unfortunately my bike turned off! It happened twice, thrice and it kept repeating! I started worrying myself that a new bike is creating trouble. I went to coll without leaving the grip over the accelerator! A friend of mine told me that I would have pressed the choke accidentally. I am quite happy that the problem was solved in a short while. I went to class yet I am worried that I wasted the national resource!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-6107669065144748381?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/6107669065144748381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=6107669065144748381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6107669065144748381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6107669065144748381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupids-method-to-waste-national.html' title='The stupid&apos;s method to waste national resource'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8755735443793895715</id><published>2007-08-12T08:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:11:35.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lights off!</title><content type='html'>I am getting used to the new bike. Suffering from pain now and then. Yesterday I had to visit my college for no reason and I happen to return to the city to fix number plates to my vehicle. ( I was riding it without one for 3 days!). I was not used to the sounds arising from the vehicles yet. After entering the city limits, I took a right turn followed by a left turn....&lt;br /&gt;            A guy seemed to chase me all the way since the second turn blowing his horn violently.I was annoyed with it. I stared at him through the rear mirror. Suddenly, he accelerated to come near me! I was just furious with his action and I kept cruising through. He came near me and told, " Switch of your turning indicator light!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and told him " Sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched it off and felt very embarassed for my stupid act. I felt sorry for myself for not getting accustomed to the vehicle sounds.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8755735443793895715?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8755735443793895715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8755735443793895715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8755735443793895715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8755735443793895715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/lights-off.html' title='Lights off!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2107694989005312372</id><published>2007-08-10T00:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:36:16.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got a bike</title><content type='html'>I have got a black unicorn with alloy wheels today. I am saddenend by the fact that I don't know driving a bike. Yet I managed through the streets of the city after performing a pooja at the local temple. These days, am not able to visit my blog space and I forgot the point which I wanted to make out in this particular post.&lt;br /&gt;      I am meeting new people everyday and I am trying to make it a point to be good friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2107694989005312372?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2107694989005312372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2107694989005312372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2107694989005312372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2107694989005312372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/got-bike.html' title='Got a bike'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7439678058124897581</id><published>2007-08-06T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:50:21.092+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are you married?</title><content type='html'>I keep visiting a place called Nilgiris in my city, every weekend to have fun with my friends. I happen to go there by 7 in the evening, this sunday. My friend wanted to have a "fancy" mobile number since he was not happy with the one he has. Three of us were in the shop for choosing a good one. Actually I was cracking stupid jokes to my friend who was buying the number.&lt;br /&gt;    As soon as we bought a good one, the shop keeper asked the other guy to register immediately since he had a photo with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a photocopy of the driving licence and handed it over to the shopkeeper to fill the registration form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeer asked my friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.Keeper: Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;My friend:No.&lt;br /&gt;S.keeper: Do you have children?&lt;br /&gt;My friend: (((Shockkkeeedd!!!!))) No!&lt;br /&gt;S.Keepr(turning towards me): Do you think that only you can crack jokes? I too can......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running out of the shop laughing like hell!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best sunday I have ever spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7439678058124897581?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7439678058124897581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7439678058124897581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7439678058124897581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7439678058124897581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-married.html' title='Are you married?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8254131113010629434</id><published>2007-08-02T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:15:45.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RrHtyMC0S9I/AAAAAAAAACU/jrYA6rarmsU/s1600-h/P8260176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094114100015025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RrHtyMC0S9I/AAAAAAAAACU/jrYA6rarmsU/s200/P8260176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite happy to see that a film actress has adopted a couple of animals. The animals have got a larger space now and they are being fed by a celebrity and they seem to look hale and healthy. I happen to capture one of them which you can sight above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question is that, whether these people do it for a noble cause or just for a publicity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8254131113010629434?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8254131113010629434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8254131113010629434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8254131113010629434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8254131113010629434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/08/celebrity-love.html' title='Celebrity love?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RrHtyMC0S9I/AAAAAAAAACU/jrYA6rarmsU/s72-c/P8260176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-9108333145268794729</id><published>2007-07-30T20:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:24:10.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Successful trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/Rq36esC0S8I/AAAAAAAAACM/kb3V2U2JAo0/s1600-h/P8250084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093002158751894466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/Rq36esC0S8I/AAAAAAAAACM/kb3V2U2JAo0/s200/P8250084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there! My trip was successful and I enjoyed myselves a lot! I am yet to post my pics over the internet. I was interested just to post a pic and inform that I am back. Huh? What else? I am pretty tired. Above is a pic of water droplets over a small plant in Dubarak Forests... Shall keep this space updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-9108333145268794729?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/9108333145268794729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=9108333145268794729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/9108333145268794729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/9108333145268794729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/successful-trip.html' title='Successful trip'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/Rq36esC0S8I/AAAAAAAAACM/kb3V2U2JAo0/s72-c/P8250084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-4359523644152662173</id><published>2007-07-25T19:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:31:08.264+05:30</updated><title type='text'>off to blr!</title><content type='html'>I am going on an industrial visit to Bangalore,Mysore and Coorg for four days! I shall be making the last post for this month on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;        I am saddened by the fact that I have made only 14 posts this month. But I have taken it as a responsibility to keep this blog space alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4359523644152662173?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4359523644152662173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4359523644152662173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4359523644152662173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4359523644152662173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/off-to-blr.html' title='off to blr!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7498247124619525261</id><published>2007-07-25T07:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:32:15.014+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Garden visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqasfsC0S6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6y-D45ozKYg/s1600-h/P8190009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090946089187822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqasfsC0S6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6y-D45ozKYg/s200/P8190009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I happen to visit my garden three or four days back just to capture some of the pics to check my camera batteries. Test batteries? I had to  do so since my dad struck the panic bells telling me that those which I bought were local ones and they may or may not work! I had to charge it for an over night and test them to ensure that they work. I took 14 to 15 pics with it. By God's grace it did. I am going on a 4 day long trip tonight. Hope I don't face any technical hitches with this cam.&lt;br /&gt;    Coming to the pics that have been uploaded, my mom is a great gardener. So are my bro and dad. I am the only creature who isn't really interested. I was surprised by the fact that my people preserve a place which is too photogenic. Wish I cultivate an interest soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqasgsC0S7I/AAAAAAAAACE/HxFxlwlcqH4/s1600-h/P8190006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090946106367691698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqasgsC0S7I/AAAAAAAAACE/HxFxlwlcqH4/s200/P8190006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7498247124619525261?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7498247124619525261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7498247124619525261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7498247124619525261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7498247124619525261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/garden-visit.html' title='Garden visit'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqasfsC0S6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6y-D45ozKYg/s72-c/P8190009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-3753066901516280718</id><published>2007-07-23T07:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:17:53.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Potter mania reinvented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPecC0S3I/AAAAAAAAABk/2tefGGdPpC4/s1600-h/P8190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090210494434003826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPecC0S3I/AAAAAAAAABk/2tefGGdPpC4/s200/P8190023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPe8C0S4I/AAAAAAAAABs/Ii3Z7QSiBn8/s1600-h/P8190025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090210503023938434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPe8C0S4I/AAAAAAAAABs/Ii3Z7QSiBn8/s200/P8190025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPfMC0S5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/O_gXPBqE_wg/s1600-h/P8190024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090210507318905746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPfMC0S5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/O_gXPBqE_wg/s200/P8190024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to read this in one of India's leading daily newspaper. It was regarding the release of deathly hallows.... I was quite shocked to see the craze for the book in my city too. Good! Coimbatore seems to be adopting westernisation. Does all these fun mean westernisation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant the other way.. Usually Coimbatore is a conservative society and step of introducing a western thought would land you in total failure. I was quite shocked to read about this particular book shop over the news papers. I made it a point to visit this place and take a pic for myself. I was so happy that I uploaded them immediately and I wanted to write a post on it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have got another good news too..... My book arrived this evening through mail. I have kept it safely and I shall be patient until I finish half blood prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-3753066901516280718?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3753066901516280718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=3753066901516280718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3753066901516280718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3753066901516280718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/potter-mania-reinvented.html' title='Potter mania reinvented'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RqQPecC0S3I/AAAAAAAAABk/2tefGGdPpC4/s72-c/P8190023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-66957683640388421</id><published>2007-07-22T07:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:20:49.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Results are out</title><content type='html'>I was fast asleep in the noon after having a sunptuous meal along with a delicious mango from AP(actually bought it from a local shop).  I received 10 calls which kept disturbing all through my deep sleep. I was shocked to see 10 missed calls. Later, I checked 15 messages in my inbox. All had the same matter. What was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-checked my eyes several times to ensure that the results were out. OMG! It is true. A friend of mine called me and told that the juniors had seen theirs a long time back. My damn internet connection wasn't working. It took several minutes for the page to get loaded up. I was almost fed up. Finally I entered my number over the site. My pulse ran high through those few minutes since I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The page displayed "B.E. Mechatronics Engineering" and never turned up and I managed to keep my cool only after seeing a P beside all subjects over the right hand side of the web page. I was quite happy about that and I informed my parents that the results were out and that I managed to pass the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were quite shocked and they asked me why didn't I tell them previously. I said that I didn't want to panic them this time(Usually I create a hype about the publishing of results!!!). The overall turn over of the class results went low this time! The toppers were pulled out and for no reasons, few friends of mine were not able to make it. I believe it is a matter which would be fired in the revaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many happy incidents and the shocking fact is that the results were out without a hype. Usually the university sends a panic wave for 15 days and then releases the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my people aren't complacent about the exams this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-66957683640388421?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/66957683640388421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=66957683640388421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/66957683640388421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/66957683640388421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/results-are-out.html' title='Results are out'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-4520805046819228407</id><published>2007-07-21T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:44:15.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The D-Day for Deathly Hallows?</title><content type='html'>I am getting used to reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince for the past three days. I wanted to finish this book before deathly hallow arrives.(I happen to purchase one for 630 bucks... cool na?)&lt;br /&gt;             What did this potter mania bring among the student community? I feel that the craze for the books have brought good reading habit among the kids. I was watching a kid talking to a reporter the television replying to a question whether she would read the last chapter first and the kid replied that " I want the first to read first and the last to be read last". I was shocked by this comment. But people are going mad which makes them finish 600 pages in a matter of few hours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   Well! here comes another potter fan who does not mind being slow to come to know what happens to Harry Potter eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question lingering in my mind.. Do people really finish the books or they are just first edition snobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call while I was typing this post from a friend of mine. He did so to inform me that he bought the book for 750 bucks from a place. It seems he was the first person to get the book. He has been following the Potter series and I am very curious about what drives these people to be so mad.&lt;br /&gt; I have friends who just hate harry potter for the reason that it is a book meant only for kids...&lt;br /&gt; This situation reminds me of a dialogue from the movie Bunty or Bubli. I wanted to type it in Hindi but let me explain better..&lt;br /&gt;There are two of people in this world: One like Harry potter and the other dont....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish the outcome of the book is a good one. I am getting a copy of the book in a day or two as I checked my book status to be "Ready to Ship!!!!" I was quite happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4520805046819228407?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4520805046819228407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4520805046819228407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4520805046819228407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4520805046819228407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/d-day-for-deathly-hallows.html' title='The D-Day for Deathly Hallows?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-5330391654717927536</id><published>2007-07-19T06:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T06:11:04.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird posts'/><title type='text'>Post no:31</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;   This post is being written just to inform you that this would be my 31st post... Too weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-5330391654717927536?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/5330391654717927536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=5330391654717927536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5330391654717927536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5330391654717927536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-no31.html' title='Post no:31'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7505081108303669681</id><published>2007-07-17T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:44:07.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun with 8 bits</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;            I have been enjoying going to a Hitech Microcontroller Programming class as a part of my continuous resume updation of plan. I am quite happy with the progress of the class and I am enjoying my job at the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Now why did I name this blog as fun with 8 bits? Of course, Yesterday we were allowed to program the micro controllers in the lab. The program was to glow 8 Leds in a sequence. It was fun. Well these days seem to be bit worser worser and still worser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7505081108303669681?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7505081108303669681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7505081108303669681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7505081108303669681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7505081108303669681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-with-8-bits.html' title='Fun with 8 bits'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-6743174852313397590</id><published>2007-07-16T07:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:05:03.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Days going on dull</title><content type='html'>Here they go... I spending my time idle these days. Yesterday evening, I went to Harry Potter. A pretty boring movie.... I don't mind people who curse me after reading this post. It was a pretty long one which turned my friends impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I should start acting soon. I dont find anything interesting to post these days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्रिय,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-6743174852313397590?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/6743174852313397590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=6743174852313397590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6743174852313397590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6743174852313397590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-going-on-dull.html' title='Days going on dull'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2102268061743193359</id><published>2007-07-13T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:39:49.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Days are mine</title><content type='html'>I have started realising the dangerous situation am facing. The race against time. Am just wasting time. There is a great distance to travel. Hope things fall into line soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,.&lt;br /&gt;sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2102268061743193359?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2102268061743193359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2102268061743193359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2102268061743193359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2102268061743193359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-are-mine.html' title='Days are mine'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-6922744119517061860</id><published>2007-07-10T06:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:33:47.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Blues</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;             I think there is a pre-existent force which decides the course of the life of a person. I had to take 9 hours of deep sleep so that my body temperature dips... Mom adviced to do so. She adviced against visiting a medicos fearing high dosage of tablets. Now am quite alright. Body pain exists and now am sweating a lot. May be thats a sign of a decreasing temps.&lt;br /&gt;             I have been regular to this blogspace and I wish it continues. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I have decided my mini fabrication project to be a fire fighting robot. Though it has been done, I chose it avoid hastle with all 10 papers in this great 7th semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! C ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-6922744119517061860?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/6922744119517061860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=6922744119517061860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6922744119517061860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6922744119517061860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesday-blues.html' title='Tuesday Blues'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-435960974166359485</id><published>2007-07-09T06:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:14:53.179+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Monday fever?</title><content type='html'>My health has been affected since the day I returned from Mumbai. I felt giddy last Friday. I had a stomach ache on Saturday. I had problem with my throat on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a head ache along with a sore threat. I feel feverish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets call it the Monday fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coimbatore is pretty cold these days. The temperature here is just 20 to 25 degrees celsius!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we dub it as a rehearsal for the December climate here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sick today! My dear blog, Wish me Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to start up with my project that has been assigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I return normal this evening. Let us call that condition as being in the pink of my health!! My friend made this remark through sms. I was just wondering that people make one such remark so that the other gets surprised or jealous of their language usage.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't since I felt it was quite funny. I never meant to hurt anybody. It was funny to see such a message amidst a travel. Funny to read and funny for no reason.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:13 p.m. : The fever has built up to a certain extent that am suffering from body ache&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-435960974166359485?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/435960974166359485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=435960974166359485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/435960974166359485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/435960974166359485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-fever.html' title='The Monday fever?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8565960746663027995</id><published>2007-07-08T11:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:17:17.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Sunday is a bit tiresome. The day to decide things. The day of twists and turns. The day which ay be a turning point. The day which is meant for rest The day for school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these, This day has also got a corner in my heart where in a problem keeps eating me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8565960746663027995?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8565960746663027995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8565960746663027995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8565960746663027995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8565960746663027995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-sunday-is-bit-tiresome.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8724387147953825957</id><published>2007-07-07T11:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:15:39.392+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The toy train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87386613@N00/744485964/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1024/744485964_5c39116aff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87386613@N00/744485964/"&gt;The toy train&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87386613@N00/"&gt;yamanoorsai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a pic taken inside The Prime Mall, Andheri. This mall is famous for the monster house in the third floor. I never made an attempt to go inside it since my friend told me that it would be thrilling, only for the kids.... Anyways, I went to the food corner in the same floor. Since I had a vegetable sandwich before entering the mall, I and my friend Joe decided to have an ice cream this time.&lt;br /&gt;         We were pretty confused and decided to have something that is different. There was a separate column for kids... We assumed to be belonging to this category!!!! Joe ordered a dessert called Shakalaka Boom Boom and I ordered a toy train. I hope you can see the train in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;    I was  surprised to see the creativity of the shop keeper!!! May be he would have got it from somewhere. Yet it was wonderful. Hide &amp; seek as the front. Gems for the wheels and some weird stick for the chimney.&lt;br /&gt;     There was a cadbury's chocolate in the compartment behind! The ice cream was a total treat @ 50 bucks. I went 10 years younger while having this ice cream!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was accomplished in the evening of day1!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to share!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8724387147953825957?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8724387147953825957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8724387147953825957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8724387147953825957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8724387147953825957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/toy-train.html' title='The toy train'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1024/744485964_5c39116aff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-8821485360925419900</id><published>2007-07-07T00:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:14:09.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start to July</title><content type='html'>Returned from a long trip to Mumbai after quite a long time. Enjoyed it a lot!!!! I am very much interested to share my experience over the blogs... But not at this time of the night. Am pretty tired to type and as well as relieved from a problem which kept eating me so long. Though it is npt a big one, hope it does not get blown up. Waiting for God's grace to be showered upon me...... I did confess about my mistake!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me describe my mumbai journey in separate blogs. The blogs seems to pose a problem since it does not allow me post pics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try to rectify it. Watch out this blogspace for fun in future!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8821485360925419900?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8821485360925419900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8821485360925419900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8821485360925419900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8821485360925419900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/07/fresh-start-to-july.html' title='Fresh Start to July'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-1387853504115779689</id><published>2007-06-30T05:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-30T05:57:56.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Post of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RoWjdc40ugI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGBbEouobkA/s1600-h/2007022017362470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081647480923535874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RoWjdc40ugI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGBbEouobkA/s200/2007022017362470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy that the month of June ends with my 22nd valuable pot. I think I have been using this place for the past 25 days and I found it to be a stress reliever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it act such? It enabled me to write whatever and whenever possible.... Today my recruiter has conevened a meeting for a noble purpose....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I shall be travelling to Mumbai. Yipee! Mumbai had always been my dream city since childhood. I visited it thrice so far. Quite happy &amp;amp; nervous about the journey. I shall be returning by next friday. I wish I could post the next one by the friday evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have planned to check my mails during the journey if I happen to get a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I am going to change my hairstyle. Dad has ordered to do so!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason: Travel to Mumbai :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1387853504115779689?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1387853504115779689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1387853504115779689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1387853504115779689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1387853504115779689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-post-of-month.html' title='Last Post of the Month'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RoWjdc40ugI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGBbEouobkA/s72-c/2007022017362470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-1193635572806016699</id><published>2007-06-29T07:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:23:55.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two days Since then</title><content type='html'>It has been two days of my acedmic life where I spent them with laughter and gossips. My presence at the college seem to have no purpose behind and I was a mere watcher. Today I have got a pleasant shock about which I was informed already and this is the last day of this week @ coll.&lt;br /&gt;   I shall be travelling to Bombay this week. I have got an opportunity to succeed in life and I am not interested to spoil the spirit since I had not been successful at certain things due to my negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find out why I am not able to upload a pic into this blog. The pics are ready but to damn with blogger! It identifies an error, every time I find to upload a pic. Wish I upload one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to sign off.... I hope there is a silent reader tracking me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1193635572806016699?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1193635572806016699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1193635572806016699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1193635572806016699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1193635572806016699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-days-since-then.html' title='Two days Since then'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-1610270365022271383</id><published>2007-06-27T06:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-27T06:31:41.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another few hours to go to year 4</title><content type='html'>Time: 635 hrs IST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 hours and 10 minutes to enter year 4 of my undergraduate degree. I am somewhat not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall fill in the diary this evening. Hope to be alive on the blog site during the academic days. Lets see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1610270365022271383?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1610270365022271383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1610270365022271383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1610270365022271383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1610270365022271383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-few-hours-to-go-to-year-4.html' title='Another few hours to go to year 4'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-5641997356969859119</id><published>2007-06-25T07:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:16:55.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another day?</title><content type='html'>Here I come to the final year of my college life.  Wednesday is the start of a crucial phase in my life. Another year to spend with my classmates. I am aware of the fact that I would lose contact of these people after 1 SHORT year. This fact makes me feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;   What could be the reason? I met these guys all of a sudden in 04. We were good friends since then or may be the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;              But there is a truth that we need to digest. Every one have their life ahead and hence need to proceed. I keep repeating this at all possible places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my near and dear told me that usually it would not be possible to meet your college friends since you would be busy with your life. They may be right but this fact may be hard to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I shall see this happen next year and I wish that I keep on writing at this place.(God willing!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-5641997356969859119?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/5641997356969859119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=5641997356969859119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5641997356969859119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5641997356969859119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day.html' title='Another day?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-4935208025951063193</id><published>2007-06-24T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:25:52.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rains'/><title type='text'>Floods in CBE???</title><content type='html'>A great sunday to enjoy @ home with mom and Dad. Decided to take ma cam to shoot something usefully. Life is boring here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the shocking fact is that parts of Coimbatore is submerged due to heavy rain. We should thank the Almighty for blessing the city with heavy rains just to pass another year without water scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people in CBE are naive of the fact that Coimbatorians are consumers of the world's second tastiest water. Yet we waste them. Come on! lets save water......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4935208025951063193?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4935208025951063193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4935208025951063193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4935208025951063193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4935208025951063193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/floods-in-cbe.html' title='Floods in CBE???'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8205739230237336802</id><published>2007-06-23T08:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T17:20:21.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer T shirts Lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad post'/><title type='text'>Rains in CBE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;       This is the worst summer holidays I have ever spent. I keep watching movies as possible as I can. I need to get something rolling before time goes waste and I lose control. 5 more valuable days!&lt;br /&gt;    Rains in my city makes me feel happy. Yes! Its rainy season down in Coimbatore. I am very much interested to upload the pics. But ma laziness resists me!!! I have to install a software to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall find a better pic soon and upload them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8205739230237336802?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8205739230237336802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8205739230237336802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8205739230237336802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8205739230237336802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/rains-in-cbe.html' title='Rains in CBE!!!!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2478402243400674079</id><published>2007-06-21T02:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:14:52.875+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A long time since then</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I visited my page... My one and only page. You know why? These days I started hating my computer. My pretty little computer is just giving me enough trouble that I don't invite myself to sit in front of it. It just gets stuck wherever it wishes.&lt;br /&gt;            Thanks to blogger.com which has provided me with an auto draft saving option. Wherever I get stuck, I am able to re start my self writing the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have been wondering, where had I been for 10 days. The answer is simple! I was in college helping my friends get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost over except for a few hitches. I have started being lazy once again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2478402243400674079?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2478402243400674079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2478402243400674079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2478402243400674079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2478402243400674079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-since-then.html' title='A long time since then'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2471794954126852575</id><published>2007-06-13T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:07:33.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ah! No blogs for a long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I appeared over public diaries. You know what happened? I got my dual placement in the past 4 days. I am pretty shocked over my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are boring these days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2471794954126852575?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2471794954126852575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2471794954126852575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2471794954126852575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2471794954126852575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-no-blogs-for-long-time.html' title='Ah! No blogs for a long time'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-4215235409598076160</id><published>2007-06-09T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:05:07.627+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Placement'/><title type='text'>End of Day 10 Cleared the aptitude test!!!</title><content type='html'>At last, the test went well. Though I did not prepare myself. My classmates helped me make it through the test. I prepared a lot in the pre placement talk hall as well as in the damn old canteen of my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the verbal side was a bit bla bla bla. I made it through the quantitative section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! the critical reasoning section was too complex for me since I never solved them so far. May be I should improve my mental ability soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo is the crucial phase! The interview. Am not prepared yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a good nap before I leap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya! Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is becoming a personal diary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I should drag public issues soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4215235409598076160?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4215235409598076160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4215235409598076160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4215235409598076160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4215235409598076160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-day-10-cleared-aptitude-test.html' title='End of Day 10 Cleared the aptitude test!!!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2855088964145300104</id><published>2007-06-09T06:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:06:14.474+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Today is DAy 10. Day 1 of my placements.... The Almight has to bestow his blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not well prepared today as I did two months ago. So my policy today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Prove My best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunoo What am gonna do. Just play my natural game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it. Better luck next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall keep updated if at all I have a good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2855088964145300104?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2855088964145300104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2855088964145300104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2855088964145300104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2855088964145300104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2060150460818242317</id><published>2007-06-08T06:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:42:35.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>After 9 hours of sleep, am a bit worried. My prep collapsed after 3 long hours in the evening. I think I don't deserve it this time. I am vexed up with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better Late than Never" is the policy adopted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, I am interested to write about the Pirates &amp;amp; How I screwed my computer!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2060150460818242317?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2060150460818242317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2060150460818242317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2060150460818242317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2060150460818242317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-1406413332788037054</id><published>2007-06-07T12:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:34:02.089+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>Should Anna University screw itself?</title><content type='html'>I am a fan of orkut and I keep checking my account regularly. It is the greatest place on earth where I am able to establish contact with my old school friends. I have a bad habit too. I keep peeking into profiles of the people. I went through a particular one... Where the guy has written in his profile name " Anna University can screw itself"&lt;br /&gt;This chap has just finished his class 12 ( Was able to recognise from his scraps!). What does he know about anna univ? After all he is a kid. He has joined a deemed university for a B.E. degree which isn't recognised by anyone in the world( I meant the other way. The university isn't famous). So is anna univ famous? Of course, Yes! People know the existence of such a univ. Should I go talk to this guy, he will go on tell his tales about his stupid univ. He wouldn't accept the fact. He may argue about the system followed in my univ... Yes ! I do agree. Because of the large stature of anna univ, it is not able to manage itself. As if his univ is doing the best. They run the insti with more than 10000 students at 3 places........ My univ has split up into 3 for managerial convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point at this blog?&lt;br /&gt;Should not point at others when we aren't perfect. So am I. My apologies since I got angry over it. I wanted to express my anguish about this thing somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has aimed for getting into the IITs and ended up in a deemed univ! Good Shot...&lt;br /&gt;Should not target at others! Aren't we students after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-1406413332788037054?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/1406413332788037054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=1406413332788037054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1406413332788037054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/1406413332788037054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/should-anna-university-screw-itself.html' title='Should Anna University screw itself?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-3443317478243071966</id><published>2007-06-07T08:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:31:15.624+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>AH! Here comed just another day in my life. I never hit the books. IS this my capacity? Why am I behaving too weird? What could be done? My dreams are bring eaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone rightly said " An idle mind is the devils workshop"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-3443317478243071966?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3443317478243071966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=3443317478243071966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3443317478243071966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/3443317478243071966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-4617511459627144049</id><published>2007-06-06T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:16:58.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Week One complete</title><content type='html'>Hi friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;               A week has passed by since the exams got over! I haven't achieved something useful yet! Alas, am waiting for the placements to get over! You know what happened at last? I solved 30 questions from a stupid book and just slept off. To improve my reading habit, I started reading a book called &lt;em&gt;Emma&lt;/em&gt;  by &lt;em&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;. My friend had already warned me about the book. Inspite of it, I took the book just to realise my mistake! Ah its a boring lot. Yet am going to finish it since my language has worsened these days. Moreover I have started making several mistakes since I left my reading habit. My brother used to warn me in the high school. Yet I ignored him and now I feel a lot and may be I would have been better if I had a good reading habit. Had you gone through my previous posts, you would have noticed at least 1 mistake. Never mind! Sai doesn't give up. He is going to improve himself in due course.&lt;br /&gt;                       Let us forget about the past. It is already noon on Day 7! Nobody is gonna question me why didn't I  give in a morning attendance! Yet it is my duty to do so! You know what happened? The internet wasn't getting connected. I tried several times. Nope nope nope! I had to leave for the mock tests. Today I got up at 3:30 a.m. Slept once again, got up at 5 a.m. Slept once again and I got up at 7. As usual the lion went on its own hunt before leaving to coll. Finally, it was to lazy to cook once again in the noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling up the telephone department to complain about the broadband connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tring Tring Tring!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Hello Complaints section!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Madam! Is this the number for broadband complaints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Since morning, some numbers aren't functioning properly. We do not know the reason. If you do not get connected by tomorrow morning, please call tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you Madam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut the phone even before I concluded. This is the way the telephone exchange in my locality works. But I am aware of this problem since it has occurred twice before. Once, the medium of the entire exchange was down. I don't know what is a medium? Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, Our telephone lines weren't properly connected. It took 3 days for the telephone exchange people to attend my compaint. I was fired by my brother by the time the connection was restored. I lost my peace by the time the thing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The driver has called up for learning time. I need to go to practice driving!!!! I don't know why this damn thing isn't being grasped by me in a short span! Ok never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got only two more days to get ready for the action! Yes a big company is visiting my coll on 9th! It is called TCS! I hope any engineering student may know it. I hope to make something  big at this company. If not, there are several to come. You know what? One company called Wipro is offering to place the toppers in their company without an aptitude test. Ah! What a policy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the warrior has to get prepared for another battle.. All my friends are arming themselves. I should too. Lets see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Gotta go.. C ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4617511459627144049?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4617511459627144049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4617511459627144049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4617511459627144049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4617511459627144049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-one-complete.html' title='Week One complete'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-2290323033439273771</id><published>2007-06-05T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:27:38.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>End of Day6</title><content type='html'>Ah! At last this blog describes how jobless I am... Let me give a gist of activities of this great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion : *Solved some aptitude papers at college&lt;br /&gt;*Cooked its food back home&lt;br /&gt;*Learnt driving for 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;*Slept for sometime&lt;br /&gt;*Talked with friends&lt;br /&gt;*Kept bragging over SMS&lt;br /&gt;*Decided to take a resolution for preparing for placements&lt;br /&gt;*Went to an old book shop and brought two good books!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Took a fresh bath ( Believe the lion! Its the second time on the same day!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Lion is feeling hungry... Shall go on a hunt on itself( Cook for itself too :)....)&lt;br /&gt;*Lion would start preparing in due course of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion has decided to add the following in future for Public Diaries:&lt;br /&gt;* A good Pic!&lt;br /&gt;*All pics related to the previous posts&lt;br /&gt;*A blog on Helmet laws&lt;br /&gt;and many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The author does not want to arise a suspense amongst its readers by announcing the future plans. Its a mere shortlist to remind himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-2290323033439273771?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/2290323033439273771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=2290323033439273771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2290323033439273771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/2290323033439273771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-day6.html' title='End of Day6'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7654570931704956879</id><published>2007-06-05T07:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:24:57.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am rushing to college for the mock aptitude tests! Kill them!!! Wow! Day 5 went well partially. I hope to touch the books and kick off today. Got positive replies from people, yesterday! Bye. Have a nice day. I think this blog seems to be a perfect diary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at 1:25 pm:&lt;br /&gt;   Today I played a better game! I solved three question papers at college. Am I improving? A good news: Today, am gonna cook ma food? LEts pray its output be a good one. I needa study something for the placements too :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7654570931704956879?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7654570931704956879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7654570931704956879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7654570931704956879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7654570931704956879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-9201749273351126717</id><published>2007-06-04T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:37:05.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally Designed ma tee</title><content type='html'>I should slap my face first! My friend had a long nap last evening and he failed to see my messages. So sad about it! I should not have been so harsh to shout at my friend over a blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;strong&gt;My sincere apologies Kishore! It would never happen again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a short tempered person. But why all this hype? &lt;strong&gt;Because, I finally painted ma tee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hip Hip! Hurray!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a bit shaky and shaggy, I am quite happy with it. It is getting dried up. I shall iron it and give it a fluffy look as soon as possible. May be it comes better after I iron the surface. I shall be capturing it soon and post it in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today went with a * useless aptitude tests at college.&lt;br /&gt;                                                *booking railway tickets for a confidential trip ( Not confidential for a long time though!)&lt;br /&gt;                                                * &lt;strong&gt;Designing my tee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This confidential trip made me have a row with my dad. Wish my side becomes +ve. Its getting too confidential to discuss about it here[:)] Am I conservative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! My dear fans &amp;amp; friends! Meet ya in the next blog! I am expecting a good comment for my blogs soon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-9201749273351126717?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/9201749273351126717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=9201749273351126717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/9201749273351126717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/9201749273351126717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-designed-ma-tee.html' title='Finally Designed ma tee'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-5220459437364303311</id><published>2007-06-04T06:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:26:47.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>I did something useful last night! You know what? I bought the OHP sheets to cut the stencil design. I cut my hands twice before I made the stencil. At last, the stencil had to be thrown as a waste. One guy told me that you can better draw directly over the tee. i did. It turned out to be the most ugliest tee I have ever seen. I shall show you the pic as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that day 5 has something in its stock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-5220459437364303311?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/5220459437364303311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=5220459437364303311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5220459437364303311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/5220459437364303311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-6127828909407640860</id><published>2007-06-03T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:24:03.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Totally jobless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RmK5SaNlF7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eJ8fh9iOVZ4/s1600-h/Typical+Ghat+Road..ll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071819856297662386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RmK5SaNlF7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eJ8fh9iOVZ4/s200/Typical+Ghat+Road..ll.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had you gone through my previous posts, You would have known how jobless I am. Today was just another day to count in. I had a few friends messaging me regarding the placement prep( The damn thing starts by June 9) and a few calling up over orkut. All my plans collapsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, I have a call sheet fixed up tonight. Dunno what happens to that. As usual my friend cut the throat. Never turned up to design the tee! Mom and dad left. Yipee! The bird has got its wings to fly! Now am gonna get some OHP sheets to design ma tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna make things fruitful at the later end of the day. Four days of relaxation would suffice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's thought: &lt;/strong&gt;Never believe a lazy friend.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-6127828909407640860?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/6127828909407640860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=6127828909407640860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6127828909407640860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/6127828909407640860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/totally-jobless.html' title='Totally jobless!'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8aSzJQC3k00/RmK5SaNlF7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eJ8fh9iOVZ4/s72-c/Typical+Ghat+Road..ll.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448026128472823058.post-4276192331088192710</id><published>2007-06-03T08:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-03T08:19:45.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer T shirts Lazy'/><title type='text'>Summer Hols day 4! First sunday</title><content type='html'>Ah! According to me, yesterday was an utter waste. Today, mom and dad are leaving on a 3 week pilgrimage. From today onwards, I have too cook myself, wash myself and whatever thing has to be done by ME. This is Home Alone 6th edition calling...&lt;br /&gt;You know what? My people turn mad everytime, they come back from their long trip. Usually my parents leave me behind for a period of ten days. This time, its getting worse. Dunno What to do! I have got my placements on June 9 10 11.... OMG! I don't know to knot a tie.&lt;br /&gt;Shrug it off! Its life calling.... Today's plans:&lt;br /&gt;* Pack up mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;* Study for some time&lt;br /&gt;* Think about the project&lt;br /&gt;* Design the Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish it would be a successful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-4276192331088192710?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/4276192331088192710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=4276192331088192710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4276192331088192710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/4276192331088192710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-hols-day-4-first-sunday.html' title='Summer Hols day 4! First sunday'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-8375501322774772395</id><published>2007-06-02T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:51:37.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer T shirts Lazy'/><title type='text'>Summer Holidays Day 3</title><content type='html'>Today I am celebrating the day 3 of my summer holidays. It went waste. I have got a long way to go. Found myself jobless during the study holidays and I won two summer projects. Unfortunately, I am a bit lazier these days. Never started with it yet.&lt;br /&gt;I have an ambition to take the GRE.. Kick it. Opened the first list by 1000hrs! Closed it by 1020hrs.... Ha HA! Struggling here. I chose to be different these hols. Decided to design my tees. So I shelled out 220 bucks to buy the brushes and colors. I actually planned to draw the design today. I spent two hours at the Government exhibition. It went waste. I and my friend have taken an oath to select the designs tonight so that we start the painting tomo. Lets see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I welcome any constructive suggestion towards T shirt design..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-8375501322774772395?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8375501322774772395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=8375501322774772395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8375501322774772395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/8375501322774772395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-holidays-day-3.html' title='Summer Holidays Day 3'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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-5448026128472823058.post-7046647503147056103</id><published>2007-06-02T08:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:42:04.584+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird posts'/><title type='text'>Whats in a name?</title><content type='html'>Hello there! I had been dumb for quite a longtime! Not very long though! Well, this is my first blog on this greatest place over the web. I hope I make it a habit to come here daily as you people do...&lt;br /&gt;What should I be writing here? I have seen several blogs under anonymous mode and have even commented about them. Only a very few are brought under limelight. I saw a diversity in them. Some write about their daily incidents... Some keep complaining. Some just post something and some help people!&lt;br /&gt;What about me? I have no idea. I haven't decided yet. Shall keep this place well informed about my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I used to write some blogs over Yahoo 360.&lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/yamanoorsai"&gt;http://360.yahoo.com/yamanoorsai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do write down your views about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have a bad grammar knowledge.. Please don't mind the change in tenses in the intermediate. If you do, I don't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448026128472823058-7046647503147056103?l=yamanoorsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/feeds/7046647503147056103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5448026128472823058&amp;postID=7046647503147056103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7046647503147056103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448026128472823058/posts/default/7046647503147056103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamanoorsai.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-in-name.html' title='Whats in a name?'/><author><name>Yamanoor Sairam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01248941474746862248</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></feed>
