tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67748838913424434572024-03-19T04:28:22.363-07:00Potpourrimedley of scratches from a wandering soul...Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-60494159032468583752011-05-30T19:28:00.000-07:002011-05-30T20:05:56.517-07:00Seattle<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >It is been a fairly a adventurous journey so far. It seems strange and unreal that life has dragged me here to this corner of the planet. 10 yrs ago I would have never even dream t that I would here doing whatever I am doing(;)). Cutting the philosophical crap, I am currently in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle">Seattle</a>. I liked the city the day I landed. Lots of water bodies everywhere and yes, lots of bridges and sail boats :).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6J4wcAVE7RI7cxwDWNq6G4W-jxFyBwSCJf3otIBWOUXYhf7pErEYykVzov-KCgMACnuzT1eeqpGTH_TF2tfgZUR4PoJvJEaDX8fkvppwQnWAgJnyV6bhl9_zP_RnC86XQ0rgE6OlkmkI/s1600/Photo009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6J4wcAVE7RI7cxwDWNq6G4W-jxFyBwSCJf3otIBWOUXYhf7pErEYykVzov-KCgMACnuzT1eeqpGTH_TF2tfgZUR4PoJvJEaDX8fkvppwQnWAgJnyV6bhl9_zP_RnC86XQ0rgE6OlkmkI/s320/Photo009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612704747689068706" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Took this picture from the park at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gas_Works_Park">Gas Works</a> in Seattle. Took this from my cell phone camera. I could not zoom enough. The park is near to my apartment and it takes around 5 mins on the bus. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIF3O0kgdWAD3ILcdzV2-trbS7DzD-Vg-yIga5b33Bw551cu_aZ_27LhlTVo0MnrgHzg87I4rZam-qk-WNGz6AhNl8TiA5c0vL3dqLXkGjg1RB-nTfSi-qxgSEivg-vHle1wuF-87WZY/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIF3O0kgdWAD3ILcdzV2-trbS7DzD-Vg-yIga5b33Bw551cu_aZ_27LhlTVo0MnrgHzg87I4rZam-qk-WNGz6AhNl8TiA5c0vL3dqLXkGjg1RB-nTfSi-qxgSEivg-vHle1wuF-87WZY/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612709492212571554" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">This is another picture of the Gas Works park as seen from my apartment. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">A perfect place to laze around with a book on a sunny day. Planning many more visits to the park and I hope that the sun makes it appearance more frequently (it has been cloudy and overcast for most of the time and they say that it starts to get sunny towards the end of June). Thats all I have for now. Hope to update the blog more frequently(I admit that I have not been giving the required attention to the blog these months). God bless.</span></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-45409325927148318622011-05-13T21:21:00.000-07:002011-05-13T21:36:58.746-07:00Yoga!!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Found this banner near the university. The banner has been there for couple of weeks. I wonder what Shri B.K.S. Iyengar, Baba Ramdev would say seeing this :) .</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnySoLnAwtPBCnUP7Say2aVhiw4jQhD6yi5IaHv3AsGDMzZkREKulFInvfkfoqdmVDY77dTD5XE9-bBKlCre23wb9wh-VPdAQOkpry95yODYPpvk3yxzAiBKisJADJ9fIJr9_GQe8dgA/s1600/IMG_2980.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnySoLnAwtPBCnUP7Say2aVhiw4jQhD6yi5IaHv3AsGDMzZkREKulFInvfkfoqdmVDY77dTD5XE9-bBKlCre23wb9wh-VPdAQOkpry95yODYPpvk3yxzAiBKisJADJ9fIJr9_GQe8dgA/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606423633979869522" /></a>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-87677006079627795492011-01-13T14:18:00.000-08:002011-01-13T15:34:55.102-08:00Another journey<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The journey since my previous post has been simply incredible. Now I am sitting in an apartment in Ithaca, New York. Another journey is yet to unfold and I am excited, bit nervous as well. My heart is filled mixed feelings which I am unable to describe at this moment. Hoping for the best and seeking His blessings. Ending this post with this shot taken from my apartment.<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm8a8qkiXqX22BT37hEE-rPeRUvAXKdvyJaXGBvezSwmBQyXnxSUcNU56xgQyM6iljxn0HH2jW-ZDRXjtOgj3UM5Ybstr-nvGMhEbZfiMFeDiUhzQ_OTca11Pqi-CinC37PVTeWAimXk/s1600/IMG_2770.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm8a8qkiXqX22BT37hEE-rPeRUvAXKdvyJaXGBvezSwmBQyXnxSUcNU56xgQyM6iljxn0HH2jW-ZDRXjtOgj3UM5Ybstr-nvGMhEbZfiMFeDiUhzQ_OTca11Pqi-CinC37PVTeWAimXk/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561817484617229842" border="0" /></a>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-65635802488175257512010-06-15T08:02:00.000-07:002010-06-19T12:16:06.192-07:00Guests at home - Part III (conclusion)<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, I am back with the updates of bird family. Last weekend when I returned home I saw that the eggs had hatched and the chicks were out. The mummy bird was not around most of the time as it was busy searching for food to feed it's little ones. It used to visit it's chicks once in a while to feed them. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I peeped among bushes and managed to take a snap when the mummy was not around.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbm9mNbb3qKzEu_0-g4gTRyVJXslh-dO3JnczS_e6I8C6sfOaRZ65H3kqBgLFCKUlZU0_KIPXCcTYiJMIf4NALxAZmMYUoPGpyNQi3n1e3BcJk5z5RhLFsxXmwaNIjCDSjLHAMDGqOc_E/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbm9mNbb3qKzEu_0-g4gTRyVJXslh-dO3JnczS_e6I8C6sfOaRZ65H3kqBgLFCKUlZU0_KIPXCcTYiJMIf4NALxAZmMYUoPGpyNQi3n1e3BcJk5z5RhLFsxXmwaNIjCDSjLHAMDGqOc_E/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484536623839671426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The chicks were hairy and the feathers have yet grown. They were in their little cozy home all the time waiting for their mummy. Monday morning, I left to Bangalore to resume work and on Tuesday morning my dad found that the the chicks were not in their nest. He started hunting for them and found both of them on ground, exploring the surroundings. He put them in a cozy basket filled with dried grass.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PIL7EN3QpPjrHSnHSe78G6P5Xtr0CQDQAOcCYewRJqCT6kIoB2EavrTEg1vQ1FAoujG9hzPLQvgmaQni-GzxkbZ0YzjEQtJiEpzHURgnih5n77x7zqzcp9ESljJDlv7xyQH6J4h6WdM/s1600/IMG_2631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PIL7EN3QpPjrHSnHSe78G6P5Xtr0CQDQAOcCYewRJqCT6kIoB2EavrTEg1vQ1FAoujG9hzPLQvgmaQni-GzxkbZ0YzjEQtJiEpzHURgnih5n77x7zqzcp9ESljJDlv7xyQH6J4h6WdM/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484541586913382018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The chicks appear to have grown slightly. He kept the basket on the top of our car near the nest so that the mummy bird finds it. After some time the mummy came and on seeing the empty nest started hunting for it's chicks. It soon found them in the basket. By this time the ever inquisitive chicks were out of the basket and had started exploring the car's top. Seen below, the mummy and the chicks. The mummy must have let out a sign of relief after seeing it's young ones, phew!!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSVkb9Uzuv-46zL9DD-dWGfJLD7xUMY4eiErjqJAM-tW5KYMoIXnNdM6TyN9tLw23SxKJndobZOWucoima_7PVHP5gSt1_27V_gxN74_89sk8eWs7_ATcOcWN1I7kPOb4SgkcPjju5bk/s1600/IMG_2639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSVkb9Uzuv-46zL9DD-dWGfJLD7xUMY4eiErjqJAM-tW5KYMoIXnNdM6TyN9tLw23SxKJndobZOWucoima_7PVHP5gSt1_27V_gxN74_89sk8eWs7_ATcOcWN1I7kPOb4SgkcPjju5bk/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484544811798497362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >After some time my dad transferred them onto ground near the shrub as he wanted to take the car out. That was the last he saw of the chicks. After some time when he returned, he did not see the them where. Not sure what happened to them. They could not fly as their feathers had not grown completely. It seems the mummy bird came couple of times later hunting for chicks. We all felt it's grief. I wish those chicks are out there somewhere, safe and I hope the mummy finds them. Thus, the Guests at home series concludes here.<br /><br />That is all for now. God bless the chicks and everyone!!!</span><br /></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-81090932791701353722010-06-10T09:20:00.000-07:002010-06-13T07:58:50.229-07:00Visit to Gundbala<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had been to my native village Hudgod during first week of June . During this vacation I paid a visit to Gundbala. People who hail from Uttara Kannada district are familiar with the pilgrim importance of the place. A small village located in midst of the Western Ghats Gundbala is synonymous with Yakshagana, a famous folk art of Karnataka. Lord Lakshmi Venkatesh and Aanjaneya(Hanuman) are the presiding deities of temple and every night there is a performance of Yakshagana for the Lord. The Yakshagana performance is carried out during non-rainy months, the performance starts during the month of December and ends by May last week before the monsoon begins. The interesting fact is that all the performances are for the Lord. The performances are part of harake(sacred vow) that is pledged by a devotee for a return of favour. Here are some snaps:</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtHJxW8YLzLlM8vum5qxnfObw2cJN6-kZI1KHI7lmmlBBYpEiVytt8-COoxhuj0z1ZrT6nKveQVE-9VVbAehyphenhyphenuoiu5TnileJEThcw3ZzVMuuVrBAGTCwLl4pZn9E6daiJpr8E1FofYzI/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtHJxW8YLzLlM8vum5qxnfObw2cJN6-kZI1KHI7lmmlBBYpEiVytt8-COoxhuj0z1ZrT6nKveQVE-9VVbAehyphenhyphenuoiu5TnileJEThcw3ZzVMuuVrBAGTCwLl4pZn9E6daiJpr8E1FofYzI/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481198646951511010" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The temple gate which faces the Yakshagana ground. The temple is located among the coconut and arecanut plantations</span>.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2bHyPNWtokmTrEPMq18SIwaTK03rs9EMlfNs0BgXDhceGcUcqIlZ-DdB0yHEgZZGSmjumCPsBd6D0ywxx2ZpoRRkPX8zxwBUQDNd86acyvoH8xYnq4uXie0zPT6Yz-5qz1mWSSvSnCo/s1600/Photo+0115.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2bHyPNWtokmTrEPMq18SIwaTK03rs9EMlfNs0BgXDhceGcUcqIlZ-DdB0yHEgZZGSmjumCPsBd6D0ywxx2ZpoRRkPX8zxwBUQDNd86acyvoH8xYnq4uXie0zPT6Yz-5qz1mWSSvSnCo/s320/Photo+0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481199643373320962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The entrance of the temple.</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTWBqCP4RALMmBBdYF6YNSW-6iy0oI8ue2d-XDtW8BCqv7NMqa2VrSm3NsT-5FMWlNQCO0csbGtcSE1n2yl4aiK7v62LgPB5kCH18DWdy_IloDHy5KD6oeoNFpv1RwHboAdl334ohlVI/s1600/GundbalaDiety.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTWBqCP4RALMmBBdYF6YNSW-6iy0oI8ue2d-XDtW8BCqv7NMqa2VrSm3NsT-5FMWlNQCO0csbGtcSE1n2yl4aiK7v62LgPB5kCH18DWdy_IloDHy5KD6oeoNFpv1RwHboAdl334ohlVI/s320/GundbalaDiety.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481191504444096242" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The deity of Gundbala.</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EdhfsR6TkZqTrBPQyUTVRu0KMMiuEGTzDkSF-OwxGVKmXyJJOKrdDX_yIVmA7SIjMa_aQlpYLEHTpaHsN39hNIrCa6vCdMVbQ62blnLEidhUhrEenweUd20I6vXY1tw7hDIx6mgqxSc/s1600/YakshaganaGround.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EdhfsR6TkZqTrBPQyUTVRu0KMMiuEGTzDkSF-OwxGVKmXyJJOKrdDX_yIVmA7SIjMa_aQlpYLEHTpaHsN39hNIrCa6vCdMVbQ62blnLEidhUhrEenweUd20I6vXY1tw7hDIx6mgqxSc/s320/YakshaganaGround.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482195682687277714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Yakshagana ground with the stage, during the day. The stage faces the deity.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEbLSzO4HF0jGbV1MADlpkk9zh5_AnFPTaaAS7hREA3GGXI7ymMx6mnS0JxwmqJCY9VQWz9vljCSwZM0prq8ERAJuKwLJ1NxL5sBLTllHtXRHqPKTKOqc4pCvGRgj2wnFUxg0Mfgsgbo/s1600/IMG_2381.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEbLSzO4HF0jGbV1MADlpkk9zh5_AnFPTaaAS7hREA3GGXI7ymMx6mnS0JxwmqJCY9VQWz9vljCSwZM0prq8ERAJuKwLJ1NxL5sBLTllHtXRHqPKTKOqc4pCvGRgj2wnFUxg0Mfgsgbo/s320/IMG_2381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481195654219482930" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Yakshagana ground during night. The play starts at night after the arati to the deity and continues till early morning(snap taken by my brother). </span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-0Z26QA5GJDoU3aJ-n1mXRgszIhaDIpRgTJpmzDa8hb-lVUW7mVxvQDhebFRa7zqixBMOqi6vtTvOIcsXaoaJrGibi0misQYNARyrDZZ0znxEc6P55lfIx8FJZ6fe4QGndGf86ieLSU/s1600/IMG_2390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-0Z26QA5GJDoU3aJ-n1mXRgszIhaDIpRgTJpmzDa8hb-lVUW7mVxvQDhebFRa7zqixBMOqi6vtTvOIcsXaoaJrGibi0misQYNARyrDZZ0znxEc6P55lfIx8FJZ6fe4QGndGf86ieLSU/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481196028818866418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">A Yakshagana artist performing in a play(snap taken by my brother).</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NfaLTa0Gxe5iiJKIsJHT4oBDqNmnUWIyUXuefRQTsBzgk0_kaSgfaO4ubfkS8TPDttI2U5uhzmOAeoWjYUWejhDTIi7q6i_Y14Wf3ntpuKybLNNTaTsorCkTxDqNleaSJ-46-QplhUo/s1600/IMG_2403.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NfaLTa0Gxe5iiJKIsJHT4oBDqNmnUWIyUXuefRQTsBzgk0_kaSgfaO4ubfkS8TPDttI2U5uhzmOAeoWjYUWejhDTIi7q6i_Y14Wf3ntpuKybLNNTaTsorCkTxDqNleaSJ-46-QplhUo/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481197031556060338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Another picture of the artist(snap taken by my brother).<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We visit Gundbala every year. This year I could not attend the Yakshagana plays at night but paid a visit to the temple during the day. My family had reached the place 2 days earlier to attend a thread ceremony and they attended the night pooja and the play. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-61948712729665983272010-05-30T10:19:00.000-07:002010-05-30T10:36:01.843-07:00Guests at home Part - II<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This is a followup to my previous post. The nest is intact and mummy bird is busy giving warmth to the eggs. Oh yes, there is another egg added to the bird family. I dared not to go near the nest and have been watching the developments from a distance. However I have not seen the daddy bird this weekend. Looks like it's job was to help the mummy bird build the nest and once the job was done, it has absconded. The mummy bird is in nest all day / night. I wonder how she is able to survive without food. That's all for this post. Wait for the next update. Until then take care and keep reading...<br /><br />Ps: For previous post, click <a href="http://mortalzlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/guests-at-home-part-i.html">here</a>.<br /></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-56453433346260997242010-05-23T09:09:00.000-07:002010-05-23T10:58:00.993-07:00Guests at home - Part I<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This weekend I had guests at my home. Two birds came and built a nest on the hibiscus plant. The hibiscus plant is more than 3 years old and it has grown into a tall shrub. It is capable of providing the shade and shelter to small birds. The daddy bird is more courageous and it has got used to human presence quickly. Today it was hopping on the ground near by searching for dry leaves for the nest. It was not perturbed and went about its work even after seeing me nearby. On the other hand the mummy bird spends most of the time sitting in the nest providing warmth to its egg. It is bit timid and if it sees any person nearby, it flies a distance and sits on the wall and waits till the person goes away. Here are some pics:<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1bza3loxMya6eOaqrvfh94XcYvRx2xak4JIgXt4JMXxjCNSbSRPn2wZs66etXLZJbqQv3kKkD7JtvN6wJjmKgWxUou7_8nVlM-79wd29QrJ8XmqC67Jhu76BCX74UDzpOKvbDAWAr3c/s1600/IMG_2299.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1bza3loxMya6eOaqrvfh94XcYvRx2xak4JIgXt4JMXxjCNSbSRPn2wZs66etXLZJbqQv3kKkD7JtvN6wJjmKgWxUou7_8nVlM-79wd29QrJ8XmqC67Jhu76BCX74UDzpOKvbDAWAr3c/s320/IMG_2299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474520426975431906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The mummy bird sitting in the nest. Took this snap when it was not looking around. But as soon as she heard the camera click she flew away and sat on the nearby wall. See below:</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jFFbTv3TNgR4hUgxiPGGlh9fP-S545UdMM-EFt_5nARufovmbHw0IMmSn7pvsxzIR1X7JLk3Aaznfb0Rkw4H0MDviutbYyQBzVJ5ctYdkV4FB484KxITmdksdif3WF3gU5861r_GfF0/s1600/IMG_2300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jFFbTv3TNgR4hUgxiPGGlh9fP-S545UdMM-EFt_5nARufovmbHw0IMmSn7pvsxzIR1X7JLk3Aaznfb0Rkw4H0MDviutbYyQBzVJ5ctYdkV4FB484KxITmdksdif3WF3gU5861r_GfF0/s320/IMG_2300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474521264646527730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There she is. I went around the shrub and peeped in and saw the valuable possession of the bird family, see below:</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm825C7wiTjj3iphgRnFIHnUL0BaQAvXVF7Sj32rgVh-ErL0xRX8WU39Z-zqE_N7uF9EfHfHMNgv6WLmoBAvAQbIaY2FxHta_oGmmjDEL2_DA24Hy_8JGyPwdAZuloaf0eVWtu24BwT8/s1600/IMG_2304.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm825C7wiTjj3iphgRnFIHnUL0BaQAvXVF7Sj32rgVh-ErL0xRX8WU39Z-zqE_N7uF9EfHfHMNgv6WLmoBAvAQbIaY2FxHta_oGmmjDEL2_DA24Hy_8JGyPwdAZuloaf0eVWtu24BwT8/s320/IMG_2304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474522293519385522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just see the how beautiful they have made the nest using dry thin twigs. Nature's beauty indeed.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I will provide an update on further developments in the bird family soon. Keep reading :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Ps:</span> I don't what species these birds belong to and hence cannot name them. Do let me know if you identify them. Also, the egg is very small in size when compared to the normal hen's egg. I zoomed the shot here to get a better view and that's why it appears big.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Last line:</span> Have you come across any such bird families in your garden. If so then please share it here. I am waiting to hear :)</span><br /></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-33411142906675301392010-05-21T11:44:00.000-07:002010-05-21T12:01:30.745-07:00TED Link: Talk by VS Ramachandran<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I have been following the TED talks for a while now. Yesterday while digging the archives, I came across this wonderful talk by V S Ramachandran. Ramachandran is a neurologist and currently is the director of Center for Brain and Cognition at the University of California, San Diego. During the talk he describes the complicated functions of the brain using example of three disorders. His mesmerizing talk keeps you engaged through out. Have a look and I am sure you will enjoy it as well.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/VilayanurRamachandran_2007-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/VilayanurRamachandran-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=184&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=vilayanur_ramachandran_on_your_mind;year=2007;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=medicine_without_borders;event=TED2007;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/VilayanurRamachandran_2007-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/VilayanurRamachandran-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=184&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=vilayanur_ramachandran_on_your_mind;year=2007;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=medicine_without_borders;event=TED2007;" width="446" height="326"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ps: You can get more info about VS Ramachandran </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://cbc.ucsd.edu/ramabio.html">here</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /></div></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-71879839732152048072010-04-11T13:42:00.000-07:002010-04-11T14:05:41.387-07:00Sleeplessness<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It is 2:12 a.m. and I am unable to sleep. Well, I did try sleeping. I hit the bed at 11p.m. after devouring couple of chapters from a novel. And I think I slept (or was I dreaming or was my mind racing through various thoughts), just then I heard a loud thud and I woke up. I heard it near the window and thought there was a thief outside. Though my eyes were closed, I felt as if someone was staring at me. I didn't dare to open my eyes... what if I see a scary figure before me!!! However after few minutes of God chanting and repeated cycles of self assurances , I mustered up courage to open my eyes. The lights in my neighbor's house were on. Probably the sound originated from their house (as an evidence, I could here some more now...). Phew!!! Since then I am not able to resume my sleep. Just to make myself sleepy, I switched on my laptop and browsed for a while and re-read my mails. Staring at computer/laptop screen for a while tires your eyes and I am was trying to tire myself. That's how I ended up writing this post at this odd hour.<br />Ooops!! it is 2:28 a.m., the clock tells me that I have another 2 hours more before the alarm strikes. I have a long day at office tomorrow and the fact that I am not sleepy yet is scarring me. Anyways I will try acting as if I am asleep. Hope that helps and I will really fall asleep. Bye for now.<br /></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-24300926113066523222010-01-10T08:58:00.000-08:002010-01-11T09:15:31.256-08:00MindTree Carnival<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This post will not be verbose as the usual ones. :) Enjoy the visual descriptions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Venue:</span> Bangalore International Exhibition Center, Tumkur Road</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Date:</span> 02 Jan 2010</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Occasion:</span> MindTree 10th anniversary celebration</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The entrance to the venue...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsov3jLx9HPhx74MiHBWj-oRicMbf3DGLP2eknWQPxiufHv_aOaN4xy1PsoX7Csu0INQWrn-4nuvLrcZPiqZ2DETqVOGFFCoPqQ1__7jjhy0S5zNFJswB12KVJDrbPaZ8hSkTWex0sWI/s1600-h/IMG_1841_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsov3jLx9HPhx74MiHBWj-oRicMbf3DGLP2eknWQPxiufHv_aOaN4xy1PsoX7Csu0INQWrn-4nuvLrcZPiqZ2DETqVOGFFCoPqQ1__7jjhy0S5zNFJswB12KVJDrbPaZ8hSkTWex0sWI/s320/IMG_1841_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425159965719824418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Dollu kunita at the entrance</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCStaoqhkbDwqrqPtZaW1DDkz7nOIWKfvGygSmzVwQ7L8VMNOZ2aIllWQQIGwh6SnXovfk2nRi1Px1FX19zlVRL62rhOfTJTPlyPVk4RiigLQhsIMQK4lqFa-0E_otMgRXBoIO7x9kmM/s1600-h/IMG_1842_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCStaoqhkbDwqrqPtZaW1DDkz7nOIWKfvGygSmzVwQ7L8VMNOZ2aIllWQQIGwh6SnXovfk2nRi1Px1FX19zlVRL62rhOfTJTPlyPVk4RiigLQhsIMQK4lqFa-0E_otMgRXBoIO7x9kmM/s320/IMG_1842_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425160550843829586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lamp and the floral display</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRS0K5CZPEHOHIghSUCCnwKO6Ev2oOdVnGdpYzEUYthLYkTX4gFDbEfMje9gexCKnB71Y1LIzZxcDpyqKkvDO2Qt4zlOYfWte0c4AM8pwHty3-4NxeulvL_C9_9Hvoq2XpGcuSnrB0wk/s1600-h/IMG_1851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRS0K5CZPEHOHIghSUCCnwKO6Ev2oOdVnGdpYzEUYthLYkTX4gFDbEfMje9gexCKnB71Y1LIzZxcDpyqKkvDO2Qt4zlOYfWte0c4AM8pwHty3-4NxeulvL_C9_9Hvoq2XpGcuSnrB0wk/s320/IMG_1851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425160995953368434" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The carnival being inaugurated by Ashok Soota...</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFC4S3LB2pseaNgG-mT0EkXeaBsLk_UC77Pqo71FDmal3xKIN1Y_DZWyD2A7a70hr2oN5M5oLNlracwVIXXupVFFAD1dA4s6UiAgjkR0NhgsjK23R7v8MQxOly50MXyuh09bb70GfPek/s1600-h/IMG_1865.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFC4S3LB2pseaNgG-mT0EkXeaBsLk_UC77Pqo71FDmal3xKIN1Y_DZWyD2A7a70hr2oN5M5oLNlracwVIXXupVFFAD1dA4s6UiAgjkR0NhgsjK23R7v8MQxOly50MXyuh09bb70GfPek/s320/IMG_1865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425161273088710738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hands with Mehendi, applied by an artist at the carnival</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXOw5Afm09nOYTBqAbRDctCGAX7ZZIdcKXYS30jIrtmZEy-8A6lGaUERjo2tOipZtYCwfKvQFVO8XERRXdz6UGGUPwfka8Urmz-FcbhqxpYVPgvNJH2r9gF-aLQhJN9qaKW3FxDyjslQ/s1600-h/IMG_1870.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXOw5Afm09nOYTBqAbRDctCGAX7ZZIdcKXYS30jIrtmZEy-8A6lGaUERjo2tOipZtYCwfKvQFVO8XERRXdz6UGGUPwfka8Urmz-FcbhqxpYVPgvNJH2r9gF-aLQhJN9qaKW3FxDyjslQ/s320/IMG_1870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425161544414213826" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Swaratma band performing on the</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">stage</span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLU94Ds6nIEAx6maVZkRIc_3rA1HbE6JguyAekOK9ECiWvU8dN-NP5NFVQfazf6QxHCNKLohQQGDURLWbBXERrpDlHDpAxmWs8eRKmB1Vu8nN9sQ79cOiZyfIxaegiPoBm8bxmADWX8s/s1600-h/IMG_1878.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLU94Ds6nIEAx6maVZkRIc_3rA1HbE6JguyAekOK9ECiWvU8dN-NP5NFVQfazf6QxHCNKLohQQGDURLWbBXERrpDlHDpAxmWs8eRKmB1Vu8nN9sQ79cOiZyfIxaegiPoBm8bxmADWX8s/s320/IMG_1878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425163733295420002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Drunjam: an attempt to create a world record in progress... People gathered were given percussion instruments and they had to play it according to a rhythm.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course there were others to guide. There were around 7000-8000 people gathered in the hall.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTbkNbCLV9In_56MYRdpW6AHTdVldWNr8xWHxqWH2MYuEa5kVS_i8iat31puTB960kgBl2aM_wEwVMEgG24P4flm3uoBFHSDnyX9Lrv0f4fHVau9HC0zkb9wmemvTKnQ8hR1L5ZQTZx8/s1600-h/IMG_1889.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTbkNbCLV9In_56MYRdpW6AHTdVldWNr8xWHxqWH2MYuEa5kVS_i8iat31puTB960kgBl2aM_wEwVMEgG24P4flm3uoBFHSDnyX9Lrv0f4fHVau9HC0zkb9wmemvTKnQ8hR1L5ZQTZx8/s320/IMG_1889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425164430493557154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drunjam: set of instruments that were used by me and Anu during the event.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfW6J0QUdpEg-j85xImDiENaBzvrE0XhcXdiOzZyDYJ-BMMpSkioZLHlwZveszb-Cp7UXZJxBx8V4SMi4HUUTvmYYSjLmvdgszFBSNjk1Hb8VyVHTtZHlbsh67QPOoJpxULQ_aVgQGUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1895.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfW6J0QUdpEg-j85xImDiENaBzvrE0XhcXdiOzZyDYJ-BMMpSkioZLHlwZveszb-Cp7UXZJxBx8V4SMi4HUUTvmYYSjLmvdgszFBSNjk1Hb8VyVHTtZHlbsh67QPOoJpxULQ_aVgQGUQ/s320/IMG_1895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165579202496162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />The stage from a distance.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwJPDr1xxuHeEAads8uqqNUq3u8zyBw67qSyerl2bawTEyi1Wi8p1FENxY2Qm6yIERZpZ4PrLwAQiHJd4Z0r8kezfkPQogyE8e2ADoQf2a42v-a9_eYFpzU70FSKHWhv_u5ZI5X75wHE/s1600-h/IMG_1909.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwJPDr1xxuHeEAads8uqqNUq3u8zyBw67qSyerl2bawTEyi1Wi8p1FENxY2Qm6yIERZpZ4PrLwAQiHJd4Z0r8kezfkPQogyE8e2ADoQf2a42v-a9_eYFpzU70FSKHWhv_u5ZI5X75wHE/s320/IMG_1909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165838694442530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another show by Edmundo, the illusionist</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuXcMSnlkWZN4x_XZe2UktTKfPmAkDWPXYGcsbu_PMi1F1OpQHSEsnSasEjjTQcV_kz2n2GxCMXLisYBJHY5hMx7FjlSGubCswWCph-jxlLpxEUE867WQWoZvZ3CHLIPgGDEClccvd5A/s1600-h/IMG_1912.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuXcMSnlkWZN4x_XZe2UktTKfPmAkDWPXYGcsbu_PMi1F1OpQHSEsnSasEjjTQcV_kz2n2GxCMXLisYBJHY5hMx7FjlSGubCswWCph-jxlLpxEUE867WQWoZvZ3CHLIPgGDEClccvd5A/s320/IMG_1912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425166166990960898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fireworks: the last event, lasted for about 20 mins </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwl8yQbbcgPBjB-bG5lKPCnC-PrETJMKkSEhLv1zV0j7KFv90Ikvayc2GPU26qiAXCqVKBgLD4Ao9fMYwio9gA-4MZFt6moQ0QG5zSiEWjgnXdvBSKZjAVMl8Ca6K3YtT9mxKeC8pqQg/s1600-h/IMG_1932.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwl8yQbbcgPBjB-bG5lKPCnC-PrETJMKkSEhLv1zV0j7KFv90Ikvayc2GPU26qiAXCqVKBgLD4Ao9fMYwio9gA-4MZFt6moQ0QG5zSiEWjgnXdvBSKZjAVMl8Ca6K3YtT9mxKeC8pqQg/s320/IMG_1932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425166578487533682" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last but not the least, my caricature drawn by an artist<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8gcWLxAKDQsKkARe8rmavXLJFBqUx6tTPl-teZw3Nhj0EjIDJCO7o_9ffUx5SFmkMiBKqU6kQraXavqLEK-_9FykACoi1zY_i6QRN8eBVdvOYtiQnm86fEXHn7-VMALtDHIUiF8MMZg/s1600-h/My_caricature.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8gcWLxAKDQsKkARe8rmavXLJFBqUx6tTPl-teZw3Nhj0EjIDJCO7o_9ffUx5SFmkMiBKqU6kQraXavqLEK-_9FykACoi1zY_i6QRN8eBVdvOYtiQnm86fEXHn7-VMALtDHIUiF8MMZg/s320/My_caricature.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425441884954549714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That's all for now. Till the next post, God bless.</span><br /></span></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-53437457981916789122009-12-30T00:56:00.000-08:002009-12-30T00:58:10.247-08:00A typical matrimonial conversation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 15px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Reporting a matrimonial conversation between two Konkani Maayi's during my annual trip to native:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 1</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: That girl's horoscope matched it seems. But there is one small problem. She is elder to the boy by 2-3 months.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Aiyoo... That doesnt matter these days. I have seen girls marrying guys 2-3 yrs younger to them. Times have changed..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 1</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Hmmm... let them decide then. (Turning towards me) Hey are there any good amchi girl in your firm?(She asked as if I had the list of all the people at my work place.) My xxx's son is a MBA and works in blore. He is preferring a software girl who is working in blore.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(I give them a million dollar smile.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Me</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: There might be some. But I hardly know them.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 1</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Let me know if you come across any.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Me</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: (Smile again) Sure. I will call you if I get to know any such girl.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(Continuing with the conversation...)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 1</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Hey did you come across any profiles for XYZ. Poor thing they are not finding a suitable match for her. She says that she is OK with any handicapped guy but he should be educated. She is a MA in Sociology you see so she expects her future husband to be at least a graduate and employed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: No... I am not finding any suitable profiles for her. The last one(guy's profile) was crippled but wasn’t educated. He was rejected.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(Turning towards me)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: XYZ is a innocent girl. She had done MA in Sociology. But she has a small problem. Her one/two nerves to the brain are slightly twisted so she takes slightly more time to respond to things. This apart, she is able to carry out all her daily routines independently without any one'e help. She even did her post graduation in a big city like YYY. She says that even if the guy is a handicap she is OK with it. But he has to be a graduate and employed...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Does your firm employ handicap people?(I knew what was coming...) Do you know any handicap person eligible for marriage? (I was right :). I dont know any handicap person at my work place.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Me</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: They do employ. There are very few. But I don’t know them.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Let me know if you come across any such profile.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Me</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Sure. I will let you know.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: It would have been better if she had loved any guy and married... (BINGO... this was unexpected)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 1</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Yeah, I agree with you. At least it will relive us of the tension. They are trying to get her married and nothing (guys) is coming by. I don’t understand why don’t such people fall in love. The normal ones fall for people from other caste when we don’t want them to do so. This girl can at least start looking around.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: She is not that type of girl ma (‘that type’?, I didn’t understand what type… but didn’t feel safe to ask). Hmmm… Anyways let us pray that all goes well with her.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(Turning towards me) Hey are they looking for you at your place? (Finally, I am their target L . I give them a BIG smile.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Me</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: Yeah, they are.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 2</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: What type of guy do you prefer? (Aaaaahhhhhhh… Please spare me...)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(Another million dollar smile from me.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Maayi 1</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">: May be you need a guy who is a software engineer settled in blore. Isn’t it?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(I didn’t answer. I gave a BIG smile. Just then something caught their attention and the conversation digressed to some other topic. I was spared at last… Phew!!!)</span></p></span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-51439329583429021872009-12-30T00:51:00.000-08:002009-12-30T00:55:06.715-08:00Demise of C Ashwath and Vishuvardhan<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Kannada actor Vishnuvardhan died early this morning. This was another shocking incident which followed singer's C Ashwath's death yesterday :( . Let them rest in peace...</span></span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-71854247738825991252009-12-06T09:17:00.000-08:002009-12-06T09:57:44.981-08:00Venting out<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For past 2-3 days, I have been experiencing frustration and anger. Frustrated because I could not do anything but wait. And anger because I did not expect something like this from a person, whom I had trusted. All I could do was to request repeatedly. I anticipated some positive response from the person at the other side. The person kept giving me assurances. At times I felt like I am hearing to a politician making false promises. But I had no other choice but to oblige. When you cannot meet your commitments, it is better to keep things open instead of pretending. How could you play with some one's future.<br /><br />Ps: This is not a love story :).<br /></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-75195470157994858242009-11-15T09:32:00.001-08:002009-11-15T09:35:24.259-08:00My new photo blog<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I have started a new photo blog. Click </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photocapturez.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">here</span></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> to visit.</span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-28003667667432031782009-10-03T07:13:00.000-07:002009-10-03T07:54:07.014-07:00Day before full moon day<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The moon looked lovely today. Tomorrow being the pournami (full moon day), the moon today was brighter than usual. The sun had set and the sky was getting dark. I caught the sight of the moon while returning from Khana Khazana (had been there to meet Ash and Sady). As soon as I reached home, I grabed my camera and clicked some snaps. Here are they:<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The moon looks bright in the sky whose color seemed to be in a correct tone complimenting the moon's brightness.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefIZPKhrYat-eFFgCUFiQMUb2Z-6lHqcDZntxQNRlib3JEvZGHq08m9bnfNvj3qIjYWY-JaQ7iPxxzT4fEGNEK7ZixAKUVFHjMpGqeJVgtxzOV7K2feHMOSokjIpZn1Ki8lsqDMjgfBY/s1600-h/IMG_1238_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefIZPKhrYat-eFFgCUFiQMUb2Z-6lHqcDZntxQNRlib3JEvZGHq08m9bnfNvj3qIjYWY-JaQ7iPxxzT4fEGNEK7ZixAKUVFHjMpGqeJVgtxzOV7K2feHMOSokjIpZn1Ki8lsqDMjgfBY/s320/IMG_1238_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388380609904067090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here the moon is playing hide and seek with the clouds. Note the color of the sky getting darker.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEE85EHjVk2FZlp2DPLVdLs3-RNq8EXiBswnHQWG25scqZQgC1hvybP3xzqyrOE3Lwi8uG_bFpn3v4WOCOEDuIcaZWA1PvengED52XYrFeA6AxNs6F4xw9E-NSJ_hhvTbryslCJpaMSBU/s1600-h/IMG_1241_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEE85EHjVk2FZlp2DPLVdLs3-RNq8EXiBswnHQWG25scqZQgC1hvybP3xzqyrOE3Lwi8uG_bFpn3v4WOCOEDuIcaZWA1PvengED52XYrFeA6AxNs6F4xw9E-NSJ_hhvTbryslCJpaMSBU/s320/IMG_1241_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388382560201155378" border="0" /></a><br />The sky got darker and the moon hid itself behind the thick clouds. I wanted to take a snap of the moon with the dark sky in the back ground, but the moon didn't show any sign of coming out of its hideout and I ended my photo session with this last snap.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2Dnx6_9iLnFK1vjrUwoDh3pJc4zz_8AMs9m_WMz4YEZh4JdEJ4P1wo9g_QiMlNFD9G4WwLhAbgHqXoLf2YbsxkZphChSHi52EZUi8rr8-tCS1TiJEba19XTPzJUVjYSNefvOzSLqTyA/s1600-h/IMG_1247_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2Dnx6_9iLnFK1vjrUwoDh3pJc4zz_8AMs9m_WMz4YEZh4JdEJ4P1wo9g_QiMlNFD9G4WwLhAbgHqXoLf2YbsxkZphChSHi52EZUi8rr8-tCS1TiJEba19XTPzJUVjYSNefvOzSLqTyA/s320/IMG_1247_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388384257508584386" border="0" /></a><br />Thats all of now. Please do not forget to comment :)<br /><br />Ps: The snaps were taken with Canon SX 110 IS<br /></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-34214434175374090822009-07-19T07:54:00.000-07:002009-07-19T08:27:55.459-07:00What would you call this??<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Some months ago, my roomie (and friend) Rupa happened to give me a Korean movie. The plot of the movie was good. However there was a small issue. The movie was segregatted into parts and there was only the second part of the movie available with her (she had misplaced the movie copy somewhere and in the process happened to delete the first part :D). Hearing the storyline I couldn't resist and watched the movie. The movie was good and I started hunting for the movie online and CD / DVD shops. I badly wanted to watch the first part you see. Well, I couldn't gain much success as I didnt know the name of the movie. In course of time I got busy with life and forgot his episode. Two months ago Rupa left PG. Last week the vacancy was filled by another girl. Two days ago when we were chatting, I came to know that she owned a small movie collection. While browsing the collection, she referred a movie to me. I played it and guess what??? It was the same Korean movie which I was searching desperately. And this time the whole movie was there for me to see. Well, the name of the movie turned out to be, 'My little bride'. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I dont know whether it is Paulo Coelho's mantra from The Alchemist or The Law of Attraction from The Secret which fulfilled my small wish :). Do you think it was co-incidence? </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What would you call this? Do let me know... </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thats all for now. Loggin off to have my dinner. If you happened to stop by, do comment.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">God bless!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Links: </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Little_Bride">My little bride</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Secret_%282006_film%29">The Secret</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Alchemist_%28novel%29">The Alchemist</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Ps: The movie is good. Do you watch it if you get the copy.</span><br /><br /></div></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-19126023693100885132009-07-14T09:05:00.000-07:002009-07-14T09:31:10.952-07:00Bing vs Google<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I was trying the new search engine released by Microsoft. I searched for my blog name in both the search engines and here are the results.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Search name: mortalzlife.blogspot.com</span></span><br /><br /><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Google: 355 (the results seemed relevant)<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Bing: 1</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(Refer images below)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhypheneev5n9aLIZdF6B-cAYFDUdxgCfRyRoTlF8hlzaptTv5FjKyRv0I7I2v5TTAVIRfedhhyO-1Gt-B7ZDDY2sFZIwvy09YFp-xjdH6EOZLqNdsp0fq-_srZdvOnevVg555NqarLvIlKAQ/s1600-h/google.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhypheneev5n9aLIZdF6B-cAYFDUdxgCfRyRoTlF8hlzaptTv5FjKyRv0I7I2v5TTAVIRfedhhyO-1Gt-B7ZDDY2sFZIwvy09YFp-xjdH6EOZLqNdsp0fq-_srZdvOnevVg555NqarLvIlKAQ/s320/google.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358351293976403138" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1TIcoB4TWBj3w93cJqqbBbMTS3DOUjtvzTNgwY3iizqqjljmvC_yDcgp6iJoZ1-zRW0ZzWo45LTSWumTwd3PAaiJNDQzozh6nsk8j2BhzVOO-PTNTXCyXEstrD6y0AuTvMLmOSg24qo/s1600-h/bing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1TIcoB4TWBj3w93cJqqbBbMTS3DOUjtvzTNgwY3iizqqjljmvC_yDcgp6iJoZ1-zRW0ZzWo45LTSWumTwd3PAaiJNDQzozh6nsk8j2BhzVOO-PTNTXCyXEstrD6y0AuTvMLmOSg24qo/s320/bing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358352129927419170" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It took me some time to digest results shown by Bing . More ever it said '1-1 of 2'. With such glaring mistakes I wonder how they have released this as BETA. One thing is for sure, Bing has a long way to go to establish itself as a matured search engine.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">That's all of now. God bless !!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ps: Google is about to release Chrome OS. I am keeping my fingers crossed.</span></span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-25394428700146298202009-06-19T12:07:00.000-07:002009-06-19T12:24:11.907-07:00Hum Paanch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-iE2d8USSoOt2Yh9IBJ1wB0coPgS4tbGLPhbDuH5WEEhcjMZs0-wg8FIH9b7K-pK6P0iotEEuE-L69-31O7QwpZcdzlEnlwbm-eSzl5GnLbAA7GLad8wTWf0AWvffDJwhzCQVGP1VjE/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-iE2d8USSoOt2Yh9IBJ1wB0coPgS4tbGLPhbDuH5WEEhcjMZs0-wg8FIH9b7K-pK6P0iotEEuE-L69-31O7QwpZcdzlEnlwbm-eSzl5GnLbAA7GLad8wTWf0AWvffDJwhzCQVGP1VjE/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349121132320298354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This entry is dedicated to my group (Shru, Prags, Ash, Sady and me). We met on May 30 at Shru's place in Mysore after a long gap of an eventful year This post is dedicated to all of us.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kudos to us, we surely rock. Waiting eagerly for the next meet.</span></span> </div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-23648341307726205292009-05-24T10:31:00.000-07:002009-05-24T10:50:40.071-07:00Kukkarahalli Lake<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I spent today’s evening with Rupa at the Kukkarahalli lake, here in Mysore. To those of you who don’t know, Kukkarahalli lake is one of the most beautiful lake in Mysore. Kuvempu, the great poet of Karnataka was known to come here for a walk. The lake comes under the jurisdiction of University of Mysore. Rupa stays nearby to the lake and enjoys the privilege to visit it more often than me. Here are some snaps of the lake.</span></span><br /></div><br /><img src="file:///C:/temp/snaps/modified/Kukkarahalli%20lake/Photo%200378.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/temp/snaps/modified/Kukkarahalli%20lake/Photo%200378.jpg" alt="" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGA3Qw_2kEuE9klIrvqczc2d_8BAS1BPjwzAjYWpLk-aqkEk1bm8dbAo3Mh3_PUq5KPriBmaH_VR-iO1GQ9yQ0EPtHOVxw13vMSWGTzyuPHpV1GEPBCTATcCQ4rQ_YDhWxlp1hFaPrIg/s1600-h/Photo+0375.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGA3Qw_2kEuE9klIrvqczc2d_8BAS1BPjwzAjYWpLk-aqkEk1bm8dbAo3Mh3_PUq5KPriBmaH_VR-iO1GQ9yQ0EPtHOVxw13vMSWGTzyuPHpV1GEPBCTATcCQ4rQ_YDhWxlp1hFaPrIg/s320/Photo+0375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339444897959382578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUA6PHlBP_Q4XUb0-ueJ2u55jr7LyIez255qaNy43DwTWixTPDr2vdwOkfV_i8owM1N2lcWC8pfi5zs-7R_0o7NVM60PiRXHh-P7sG0hukoAF-6VospJaHFKbJv2S5NcPAXNd7s7Vs3o4/s1600-h/Photo+0378.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUA6PHlBP_Q4XUb0-ueJ2u55jr7LyIez255qaNy43DwTWixTPDr2vdwOkfV_i8owM1N2lcWC8pfi5zs-7R_0o7NVM60PiRXHh-P7sG0hukoAF-6VospJaHFKbJv2S5NcPAXNd7s7Vs3o4/s320/Photo+0378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339445354838860834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRYNGOzkm-R8DsRFHPO-ShWSNm6IJfqIl1ZS_6Q3Uj7iHnyv7PPNs9CWe2iVgdEF61oCQYs61OCUitBPbNSPk-hTVcMGDXLF8lT5tBWfSGYh0FFWg-7-tDW0eUAgbgJmmSEa748i4oiU/s1600-h/Photo+0379.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRYNGOzkm-R8DsRFHPO-ShWSNm6IJfqIl1ZS_6Q3Uj7iHnyv7PPNs9CWe2iVgdEF61oCQYs61OCUitBPbNSPk-hTVcMGDXLF8lT5tBWfSGYh0FFWg-7-tDW0eUAgbgJmmSEa748i4oiU/s320/Photo+0379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339445767127873090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We walked along the perimeter of the lake gossiping and enjoying the cool breeze. You can always find few health conscious people on jog along the lake. There were few others who sat and enjoyed the serene surrounding. Sometime ago a crocodile used to inhibit the lake and people who went fishing used to be cautious, don’t know if it is still there and I didn’t spot it today. At one point in time, Mysore used to be famous for lakes. Thanks to the urbanization today there are only few of them left and Kukkarahalli lake is one of the beautiful among the existing ones. This lake happens to be the perfect place to spend your lazy evenings. If you happen to visit to Mysore make sure to spend a evening here. That’s all for now.<br /></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-83648436955295176742009-05-24T10:20:00.000-07:002009-05-24T10:28:29.829-07:00Pepper Rice<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Last week my parents had been to native to attend a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grihapravesham</span>. Hence on arriving at home on Saturday, the onus to cook for the day had been on me. The breakfast was taken care in a nearby restaurant. Mom had saved few curries in fridge, so the noon’s meal was taken care of as well. For dinner, we were running short of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sambar</span>, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">didn</span>’t want to prepare anything fresh as we were only two people and what ever prepared would somehow remain the next day. There was huge amount of rice from the noon’s meal. I decided to try a simple recipe suggested by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Vidhya</span>, my friend. It turned out to be tasty. Here it is:<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Ingredients:</span><br /></span></div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">1 tsp Cumin seeds (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jeera</span>)</span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">1 tsp Black pepper</span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">2 tsp Ghee or butter</span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Finely chopped carrot, capsicum and beans (if desired)</span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Salt to taste</span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Cooked rice</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4itsyEwZdptViKhgUVVlLblVjpLmVkGwgxcr1Z95xxZSap2pI1bXBYAOtbdFmzf6Z2Ob32cObX_kVqbLE5YMx3Fi1RUSppFEUVA_WzvYK0jeCyYNj4JNU1tH-a2ccL4I_RsaNuTsIz0/s1600-h/Photo+0374.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4itsyEwZdptViKhgUVVlLblVjpLmVkGwgxcr1Z95xxZSap2pI1bXBYAOtbdFmzf6Z2Ob32cObX_kVqbLE5YMx3Fi1RUSppFEUVA_WzvYK0jeCyYNj4JNU1tH-a2ccL4I_RsaNuTsIz0/s320/Photo+0374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339442646856173314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The amount of pepper, cumin seeds and ghee will vary depending on the rice. Heat the cumin seeds and black pepper in a pan. Powder them and keep aside. In the pan heat sufficient ghee or butter add the chopped carrot, capsicum and beans. Fry them till the rawness subsidizes. Add the cumin and pepper powder and stir the vegetables for a while. Add salt to taste. Lastly, add the cooked rice. Stir the rice till it blends properly with the contents in the pan. Add ghee, pepper or salt if need be.<br /><br />Serve hot.<br /><br />Try it and let me know. If you like the recipe thank <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Vidhya</span> not me.<br /><br />That’s all for this entry another one coming in few more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mins</span> till then God bless.</span><br /></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-65248246476688333082009-05-03T10:06:00.000-07:002009-05-03T10:16:12.435-07:00Linux on USB drive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OtNBN8hMnoQUecHV2H8i1jp4gSzh5YiR0oFD3EkAZBqNuvXfWNax_Z5WrE5Fyrd5w-ZslVQE_QSSiULs2akPUD6eAdhCcpVyV_EaYyCgoGouWg1tbycJ25-Acrd73DsxIXUsC5V3KJI/s1600-h/screen.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OtNBN8hMnoQUecHV2H8i1jp4gSzh5YiR0oFD3EkAZBqNuvXfWNax_Z5WrE5Fyrd5w-ZslVQE_QSSiULs2akPUD6eAdhCcpVyV_EaYyCgoGouWg1tbycJ25-Acrd73DsxIXUsC5V3KJI/s320/screen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331646714664988914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Recently installed Linux Mandriva on USB hard drive. I didn’t want to compromise my system hard drive for a Linux partition.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two things that needs to be kept in mind before installing Linux on USB hard drive: </span> </span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Make sure your have selected the first boot option as USB drive in BIOS settings. This change is required when you are done with the installation procedure. Most of the systems these days provide this option. Well, atleast my Dell Inspiron does :).</span> </span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. You might want to partition your hard drive and may install Linux on one of the drives. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Please make sure that you install the Boot loader in the first partition irrespective of Linux installation. You will be provided with an option during the installation procedure.</span><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. For detailed installation procedure for Linux please refer Google. You will find many links.</span></span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A snapshot of KDE with transparent console (sorry, Konsol as they call it) is attached here. It is convenient have Linux on a USB drive, trust me. Try and let me know how it goes. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, that's all for now. Take care and God bless!!</span></span><br /></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-47133162824830475562008-12-12T08:02:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:09:21.962-08:00Night out - contd<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >The wait turned to be longer. Ended up going home at 8:30 a.m., next day. By the time we left few of my team mates were entering to start the day's work. They looked at us as if we were aliens :)<br />The next night i.e., yesterday night, had to wait again and ended up coming home at 5:00 a.m. (today morning). Hope that this saga of night outs end here...<br /></span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-20917108202106080972008-12-10T13:08:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:15:36.620-08:00Night out<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >It is 2:40 a.m. IST and I am still in office... Hoping to leave ASAP.<br /></span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-20542387622033151832008-11-01T10:39:00.000-07:002008-11-01T11:08:20.926-07:00Food for soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GjMXT4lUPaQ8a6JcYBxdhdRjI_WhT_OcKPe82oCKnD2XKMaN_jA-U5XpckNcKMwjOfwzw4owGdMAvA5uYosE6qCTtCOBp1WW2Zn4Uv0hXgiSUI4zCUg_2oCk8P3HhIvFFJuWpJZRanY/s1600-h/books1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GjMXT4lUPaQ8a6JcYBxdhdRjI_WhT_OcKPe82oCKnD2XKMaN_jA-U5XpckNcKMwjOfwzw4owGdMAvA5uYosE6qCTtCOBp1WW2Zn4Uv0hXgiSUI4zCUg_2oCk8P3HhIvFFJuWpJZRanY/s320/books1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751192965835618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Recently one of my friend handed over the transcript of Professor Randy Pausch’s last lecture in <a href="http://www.cmu.edu/index.shtml">CMU(Carnegie Mellon University)</a>. This has been doing lot of rounds lately and I thought of reading it. I read the last lecture titled, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams</span>. Randy Pausch was American professor of human computer interaction and design in <a href="http://www.cmu.edu/index.shtml">CMU.</a> He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and he gave the lecture after coming to know that his case was terminal. This lecture was given on September 18 2007.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Randy speaks takes everyone through various phases in his life, describing passionately the difficulties he faced and the moments where he triumphed.<br /><br />Some of the gems from the book:</span></span> <ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The brick walls are there for a reason. They are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. They are there to stop the other people.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Never lose the child like wonder.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Loyalty is a two way street.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Never give up.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">You get people to help you by telling the truth.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Get a feedback loop and listen to it. When people give feedback cherish it and use it. </span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Show gratitude.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Don’t complain. Just work harder.</span></span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Be good at some thing. It makes you valuable.</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I found the one below, most valuable…</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The life is not about achieving dreams but leading it the right way. If you lead the life the right way, your karmas will take care of itself and your dreams will come true</span>.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">How true… This reminds me of Bhagavatgeetha where Lord Krishna says, “<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Just do your karma. Don’t worry about the results. Let the rewarding of the results rest with me.</span>”</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Randy died on July 25 2008. There is also a book by the title <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The Last Lecture.</span> If you come across the book, do read it. I recommend this as a must read for everyone who are passionate about life and want to fulfill their dreams.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">That’s all for now. Please leave a comment before navigating away from the entry.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Some related links:<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://download.srv.cs.cmu.edu/%7Epausch/Randy/pauschlastlecturetranscript.pdf">The transcript</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >, <a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://download.srv.cs.cmu.edu/%7Epausch/news/index.html">Randy Pausch</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">, </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.cmu.edu/index.shtml">CMU</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Ps: By the way, this is the first entry I am writing from my new laptop. Hope to write much more in future. God Bless!!<br /><br />(Source of the image: Internet)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774883891342443457.post-62335965785506703572008-10-26T10:50:00.000-07:002008-10-26T10:52:52.849-07:00Incident - 2<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hmm... Don't want to mention it. </span></span>Poornima Prabhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038384006896619011noreply@blogger.com9