<?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-14089944</id><updated>2011-11-04T05:13:43.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To booz or not to choose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-4050251203584511305</id><published>2010-08-14T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T06:21:51.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telugu T.V. News Reader... Shanti Swarup: TRICOLOUR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shantiswarupnews.blogspot.com/2010/08/tricolour.html?spref=bl"&gt;Telugu T.V. News Reader... Shanti Swarup: TRICOLOUR....&lt;/a&gt;: "WHITE......  WHITE...SEWTHA... SPEAKES OF PEACE..IN sanscrit it is known  as  SAMA...   సమ... it is to bear the balance of  mind  wit..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14089944-4050251203584511305?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://shantiswarupnews.blogspot.com/2010/08/tricolour.html?spref=bl' title='Telugu T.V. News Reader... 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Shanti Swarup: TRICOLOUR....'/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</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-14089944.post-113987323112851967</id><published>2006-02-13T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:27:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February 10th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day i was born. The day i was put on this dreadful planet. The day which is celebrated every year. A celebration for what?..taht im getting closer to the finish line or celebrating the things achieved so far... well i dont think its the later. so it should be the former..ya makes sense.......... you celebrate your birthday feeling happy that you be free an year earlier...and the celebration is grand.. rather was grand so far... always had friends adn loved ones on this day of doom.&lt;br /&gt;A birthday celebrated by 12 people drunk on pure divine scotch...eating blesssed biryani..and then end up puking it.. people celebrated my birthday that day counting the stars..and verifying the count... crying their hearts out for their loved ones... sleeping..banging head on the floor..shouting at silent people to be silent... and laughing their guts out...it was an amazing birthday. The next one was celebrated in a five star hotel witha huge cake..champaigne..and most of my friends....it was a grand celebration of the life left. The next one was nice and sweet, friends arranging a cake in the dark..loved ones giving gifts...was nice... and i guess that was it..&lt;br /&gt;24.. i have turned 24..in canada.. a place where im alone... only wishes i got was on phone.. a birthday celebrated all alone with beer.. celebrating the year gained in life to achieve the goal of freedom... well this year i felt closer to that independance than ever. contemplated the things i did so far..achievements... well that ended soon.. then started the things i regret the most...hmmmm that went for a while..then things i am supposed to do... hmmm that did it.. dippression set in...looked around..no one to find.. i was born again.. but this time into emptiness...and so i celebrated...my misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14089944-113987323112851967?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/113987323112851967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=113987323112851967&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/113987323112851967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/113987323112851967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-10th-2006-day-i-was-born_13.html' title=''/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-113889136474872467</id><published>2006-02-02T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:42:44.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unknown has tagged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my part of the deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: Female&lt;br /&gt;1. Should cook well&lt;br /&gt;2. Should look good(im an ass man)&lt;br /&gt;3. Should be docile( i mean softspoken)&lt;br /&gt;4. Should like my cooking&lt;br /&gt;5. Should have the patience to bear with me and patience in general.&lt;br /&gt;6. Should be active, any sport would be a welcome quality&lt;br /&gt;7. Should know telugu or atleast make an effort to learn it..(ill learn her language..deal)&lt;br /&gt;8. Should be social , should like my frens and family and viceversa.( i shall do the same for her side as well).&lt;br /&gt;9. *only for mandak guys* Should be female version of shankar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all hypothetical. The facts are very gruelsome in nature. Any resemblence or unresemblence to any person living or dead or about to kill is regretted and unintentional. These are all acts of fiction and hoping someday be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14089944-113889136474872467?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/113889136474872467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=113889136474872467&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/113889136474872467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/113889136474872467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/2006/02/unknown-has-tagged-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-113873912606049056</id><published>2006-01-31T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:29:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONFESSIONS OF A CONFUSED MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Every successful relationship starts with lies and deciet. This is where most of the relationships end, so its a better way to start off here."- Nicolas Cage, Lord of war. 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, living with a canadian, eating like a canadian, talkin with mostly canadians, lifes pretty different. saw this movie, lord of war with my canadian roomie, movie was great, but these lines were amazing. There were quite a few but i guess this stuck to me. Makes sense doesnt it? Im not saying one should follow it, but it is nevertheless interesting. I guess now that im so freakin lonely and low in life, small things like these are starting to amuse me more.&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart is, then i guess i have more than one home. Never knew ill miss home so much. By home i mean cincinnati, i never felt like im foriegn there, always with desis, living talking, hanging out, eating everything was desi. I am understanding its importance now. Im not saying life sucks here but its different and it takes time to get used to the difference. Well i started off with something and talkin about somethin else, thats me all confused!&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be on a downhill now, don remember when it was on the raise but it was steady. I feel like im loosing something, i changing, metamorphosis. ( se the incoherence in my thoughts.. side affects of the metamorphosis)..&lt;br /&gt;Basically am at work.. just put the samples for pretreatment..have to wait for an hour.. so killing time by wasting cyber ink and your time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;well to briefly summarize wat im going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;lonliness&lt;br /&gt;dejected&lt;br /&gt;dippressed&lt;br /&gt;Home sick&lt;br /&gt;hungry&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14089944-113873912606049056?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/113873912606049056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=113873912606049056&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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WERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.....hectic.. busy and strenious, that were my past few weeks.. two midterms on the same day... that was like a roller coaster ride for me. .. and a term paper due tommorrow and another midterm day after... these should keep me busy for a while.. the classes daily and the job.. my god.. life has become so god damn painful.. no time to cook at home.. so all that goes into my stomach is junk.. eveything is so chaotic...all mumbo jumbo... but midsti of all this crap i am making time to go and play some squash(or raquet ball as it is called here)... its the best game to release your frustrations.. just picture the ball to be all your worries and hit it.. man the sense of satisfacion is amazing.. and its a good excersise as well.. and i need some very badly.... this god damn weather.. you don sweat a bit and u get dehydrated and drink more and more liquid... and no sweat so more visits to the bogs... getting very frustrated here... damn i hate this place.. and damn i hate this god dman subject.. feels like a mistake to have opted for my masters.. damn the fuckin obligations and restrictions in life.. i hate it here .. home is the place to be and materials is not for me....should have realised that earlier... it is not too far beyond when im going to regret my decision and pay for it big time... well... alls well that ends well.. so hopefully i end well..&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/14089944-113137605196233047?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/113137605196233047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=113137605196233047&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/113137605196233047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/113137605196233047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/2005/11/weeks-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-112930701717691664</id><published>2005-10-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T20:49:42.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is phunnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Most of u must have seen this already.. but it never ceases to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING LICENSE APPLIKASON PHOROM--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------NOTE: Please do not soot the person at the applikason kounter.&lt;br /&gt;He will give you the licen.&lt;br /&gt;For phurthar instructions, see bottom applikason.&lt;br /&gt;1. Last name:(_) Yadav (_) Sinha (_) Pandey (_) Misra (_) Dot no(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First Name:(_) Ramprasad (_) Lakhan (_) Sivprasad (_) Jamnaprasad (_) Dot no(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Age:(_) Less than Phipty (_) Greater than Phipty (_) Dot no(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex : ________M _______P(F) _______not sure _______not applicable(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chappal Size : _______Lepht _______Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Occupason :(_) Politison (_) Doodhwala (_) Pehelwan (_) House wife! (!!___) Un-employed(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Number of children libing in the household: _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Number that are yours: _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mather name : _______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Phather name : _________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;(If not no, leabhe blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ejjucason : 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dental rekard:(_) Ellow (_) Berownish-ellow (_) Berown (_) Belack (_) No teeth (_) Other - _________ Gibhe egjhakt color(Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your thumb imparesson :________________________ ( Iph you are copying from another applikason pharom, pleejhe do not copy thumb impression also. Pleejhe provide your own thumb impression. )PELEEJHE DO NOT USE PHINGERS OF YOUR LEGS.Use thumb on your lepht hand only. If you dont have lepht hand, ujhe your thumb on right hand. If you do not have the right hand use thumb on lepht hand. NOTE : IF YOU DONT HAVE BOTH HANDS, YOU CANNOT DRIVE.WE ARE VARY ISTRICT ABOUT THIS.&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/14089944-112930701717691664?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/112930701717691664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=112930701717691664&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112930701717691664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112930701717691664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-phunnie.html' title='This is phunnie'/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-112869666496582918</id><published>2005-10-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T20:46:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4218/1264/1600/IMG_01182.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4218/1264/200/IMG_01181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Enlightment at the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you feel stupid... when u feel you are at the bottom of the world..and all you need is a lil hope.. lil light.. at the right time that tells you that you are not that bad.. There are times when u feel cold and freezing and all you need is a lil warmth.. a lil heat..at the right places... this is what i felt... at the right time...' &lt;strong&gt;enlightment..... at the right place'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting cold here...freezing.. i can see smoke out of my mouth.. even when not smoking.. thts fun.... but thats not all its the most painful thing on this planet.. its cold and u are under a warm blanket and hugging onto your pillow as if it was your neighbours wife... u are dreaming all warm and nice dreams and the god damn alarm rings.. rings right into your sleep.. and u open your eyes to reality.. you feel like neo in matrix.. the reality sucks... and then how muchn ever you yearnto get back into the warm humble abode of yours.. you have to get up to go to classes or some hazy thing which is of least importance then. You get out of your bed and go to the mens room and you can feel the old for the first time.. at the right place. You will realize the power of mother nature when you take down your pants to start the day... the wind is chilling... the pan is freezing... and the first part to know the chill is not too happy about it.... wat a way to start your day.. Then comes the tough part... after experiencin the chill on the most important part of your body.. you obviously tend to keep the rest of the body warm.. so wera as many clothes as possible.. a tee.. a shirt.. a jacket.. somethin to cover ur head.. socks .. shoes.. pants and after a long thought undis(long thought is cuz ur confused if u need one as they are already frozen and u hardly feel them). Then you get out and start smokin without any ciggarette.. Only after a few minutes you realize that you are weighing much more that what you used to.. and then the pain sets in.. you have to carry you own weight and the excess burden of these clothes..the pain is aggrevated by the pain on your palms.. you don feel your fingers.. not that u need them much but still u don feel.. then u start to think wat else am i not feelin and bam!.. u realize.. u don feel anythin.. not your nose.. not your fingers or anything which has a contour protruding out of the body. Your nose is the worst... it starts to drip.. and you would not even realize it unti it falls on your shoes.. beautiful weather... absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;All you need at times like this is a peg of rum or a few min of warmth..warmth of any kind.. from a hug...( it deos not matter who you hug.. ) or from a hot cup of coffee or soup(these are for girls).. or good warm(hot) thoughts.. or warmth from a light...The warmth has to be at the right place to give the maximum pleasure.That is what i am experiencing.. enlightment.. at the right place at the right time....&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/14089944-112869666496582918?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/112869666496582918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=112869666496582918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112869666496582918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112869666496582918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/2005/10/enlightment-at-right-place-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-112819692599748608</id><published>2005-10-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:59:43.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then there was america.. and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Am in the wrecked up place called america now... I feel so deaf here.. people dont talk loud.. peolpe don fight on the streets.. cars dont use the horn... theres no sound at all... silence.. its chilling. people say 'hi.. how u doin ' to strangers.. theri own way of sayin..'hey.. im no enemy.. .. i mean no harm.. and hope u do the same..please'.. tthis is a place where beer is cheaper than water.. where not eating meat is taboo, where meat means beef...where dogs and cats are loved more than children..where the TV shows nothin but your city, where the television has ads sayin' you have problems with your daughter.. call 1800-sue your daughter'..., this is a place wher people watch episodes of some lunatic trying to solve some family problems.. people watch other peole cry on tv...this is a place where the word PDA means nothing.This place is wierd.. very wierd..i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;i live in a place full of guys from tamil nadu.. i live in madras... not in IIT.. in madras. All day i hear.. blah blah blah.. mair..blah blah.. haa aaa.. they dance to the tunes i never heard.. they watch movies i don understand..they get high on two pegs.. i really don understand.alcohol.. it brings out the you in you. It gets u talkin to anyone about anything..&lt;br /&gt;i love alcohol.. i love to see what alcohol does to others.. it makes you cry like a baby(anil).. makes you bang you r head to the floor(jana).. makes you count the number of stars(vp and pittu).. makes you sing and do a dance for your friends(kee).. makes you show your weenie to gals(sherry)..makes you shout "silence" to already quite people(pich).. malkes you think beer has flavors(dinni)..makes your pocked lighter by 2 grand(megs).&lt;br /&gt;here i have seen alcohol at its worst...wonder how so little of the tonic can make people loose their heads(watever left of it)..here people go to dance floors to dance with some stranger.. stranger with good assets and of the opposite sex.this discrimination will slowly reduce as the alcohol sets in..people go to strip clubs.. next best thing to getting laid.. courtesy- jockey-next best thing to naked.&lt;br /&gt;this place is wierd.. very wierd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14089944-112819692599748608?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/112819692599748608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=112819692599748608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112819692599748608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112819692599748608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-then-there-was-america.html' title=''/><author><name>senthil kumaramangalam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348278359164736304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089944.post-112024512746168526</id><published>2005-07-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:59:03.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Virgin Blogger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;wat ur gonna read now has nothin to do with the title.. the title makes as much sense as the rest of the rest of the blog is going to...(and kindly ignore the "...'s" adn the spelling mistakes here and there)...its always the road not taken that seems easier and the road taken seems to be never ending.. the uncertainities, the tiresome and painful times, the efforts which give no results, the sacrifices which back fire on your face.. and everytime u keep sayin "its just a part of the game" an move forward only to face another set back surprisingly similar to the one u just crossed... inspite of doin nothin wrong everything goes wrong... as Murphys law wud state it better.my mom keeps sayin..that u will learn more from ur mistakes.. ya i learnt a lot.. that not only i learn from my mistake even the mistakes learn.. adn keep comin up with a new agenda of sproutin up...even with all the precautions&lt;br /&gt;.. damn the evolution!!!&lt;br /&gt;All the problems arise when u have to choose.. is all about choice.. choice u think u have made or the choice has already been chosen for u... either ways.. this is wehre the armageddon begins.the cross roads... the one road u choose adn teh numerous others u leave behind...best way ou of this is not to choose at all... or if have chosen well u better be drunk when u walkin it cuz u don wanna know wat hit u!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tried to ge the title involved somehow !!!!&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/14089944-112024512746168526?l=meghamsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghamsh.blogspot.com/feeds/112024512746168526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14089944&amp;postID=112024512746168526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14089944/posts/default/112024512746168526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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