<?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-5728295</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:46:34.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MindSpace</title><subtitle type='html'>Courage is what you dare to do in public:
Conscience is what you dare not to do in private!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-113612249663775126</id><published>2006-01-01T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:45:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><summary type='text'>I have moved to a new place. Visit me at Nilavan.Org
</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.blog.nilavan.org/' title='My New Home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/113612249663775126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=113612249663775126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/113612249663775126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/113612249663775126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-113531310011981536</id><published>2005-12-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:46:05.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Policy</title><summary type='text'>I hate people trying to overtake one another on the road. When someone tries it on me, well, I overtake them: as it happens everyday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/113531310011981536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=113531310011981536&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/113531310011981536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/113531310011981536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/12/driving-policy.html' title='Driving Policy'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-113141742080012347</id><published>2005-11-07T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:37:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><summary type='text'>Many good moments have come and passed since the last post of mine - the 12 Oct, my parent's 25th wedding anniversary, Diwali, my brother's homecoming and so on. They had brought some fun and joy amidst the dry pattern. And so has the recent rains in Chennai. I have spent the better part of the last two weeks at home - thanks to the rains and the awful roads that lead to my office. Now it is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/113141742080012347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=113141742080012347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/113141742080012347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/113141742080012347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/11/pointless.html' title='Pointless'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112834175812480448</id><published>2005-10-03T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T05:15:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi - Q</title><summary type='text'>
He: 'Lets start with some IQ. Who are the Trinity?'
Me: 'Siva, Vishnu and Brahma'
He gave me a pat and said: 'I asked about the Trinity in Carnatic music'..
Me: 'Thyagaraja Baghavathar and the rest two I do not know..'
He said: 'Thyagaraja Bagavathar was a Cine actor', and after another pat -'It is Thyagaraja Swamigal. Muthuswami Dheekshidhar and Shaama Shasthrigal are the other two.'
Me: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112834175812480448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112834175812480448&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112834175812480448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112834175812480448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/10/hi-q.html' title='Hi - Q'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112799755385312906</id><published>2005-09-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T05:39:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orison</title><summary type='text'>Nalladhohr veenai seidhe - adhai
nalam keda puzhudhiyil yerivadhundo?
Solladi Sivasakthi! - Yenai
sudarmigum arivudan padaithuvittaai,

To condemn a veena skillfully made - 
Is it wise - to the doom of negligence?
Speak out Goddess - you have created me 
with sparkling intelligence..

Vallamai thaaraayo, indha
maanilam payanura vaazhvadharkke?
Solladi Sivasakthi! - Nila
sumayena </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112799755385312906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112799755385312906&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112799755385312906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112799755385312906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/09/orison.html' title='An Orison'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112661670338437440</id><published>2005-09-13T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:05:03.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaadi</title><summary type='text'>
Atlast it's here! The talks about my marriage have started to surface 

at home. My parents feel that this is the apt age (I'll 

be turning 24 in exaclty a month's time!) for a boy to 

be married off. Their stand is a bit different from the 

'No marriage until you...' kind of thing that I hear 

around me. But somehow I felt very odd to face this 

particular situation, when they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112661670338437440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112661670338437440&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112661670338437440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112661670338437440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/09/shaadi.html' title='Shaadi'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112472505863641321</id><published>2005-08-22T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:23:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MindSpace</title><summary type='text'> This is the second attempt to get my blog a new look and I believe this is decent better than the last one. It looks like I just change templates to the blog rather than post something. I would not contend that this is totally untrue.
I wish I would post more regularly 
(Is this the hundred and seventh or hundred and eightth time 
I am saying this? I lost my count!) as I have gifted myself this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112472505863641321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112472505863641321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112472505863641321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112472505863641321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/08/mindspace.html' title='MindSpace'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112107198738745391</id><published>2005-07-11T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:54:18.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing his dreams..</title><summary type='text'>Performing people have certain hallmarks that make them distinct from the crowd. They hold their values high 
unwavering in spite of the hardships that life poses and make their way through to fulfill their ambition. It isn't very different with Vijay Kumar. Simple, daring, diligent, ambitious and very adaptive:  these 
words define Vj. His hard work in these two years amidst the loaded corporate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112107198738745391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112107198738745391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112107198738745391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112107198738745391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/chasing-his-dreams.html' title='Chasing his dreams..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112037483498444180</id><published>2005-07-03T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:13:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting my house</title><summary type='text'>4th Floor, Datchinamurthy Apartments has almost become a landmark in  
Chennai and most of the boys from PEC who started their career in Chennai would have made their first day to work from this place. To the knowledge of the owner of this 'such-a-big-house', we were five of us staying, but in reality the number was twelve at one point of time. 

An incident to recount :

An interesting </summary><link rel='related' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/' title='Shifting my house'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112037483498444180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112037483498444180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112037483498444180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112037483498444180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/shifting-my-house.html' title='Shifting my house'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-112037454207154534</id><published>2005-07-03T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:09:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectation...</title><summary type='text'>I was waiting for my bus at vadapalani signal. A frail old lady comes to me and with choking voice and tear-swelled eyes says she hasn't eaten for two days. She wanted some money. I've heard people say that you must not encourage beggars or you cannot make a difference so why shell out coins for them and so on; but one cannot stand the eyes speaking of hunger. I take out some money and give her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112037454207154534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=112037454207154534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112037454207154534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/112037454207154534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/expectation.html' title='Expectation...'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-111943025759514881</id><published>2005-06-22T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:50:57.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back </title><summary type='text'>Giving excuses for my silence has become so regular that I stop reasoning for it.. When I look back at my life I see there has been so much of changes in me.. got some, lost many.. There are so many allowances I had made, so many compromises too and yet, what you want ultimately is always fuzzy.It is very hard to root out laziness from me that it has become the most prominant part of my character</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111943025759514881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=111943025759514881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/111943025759514881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/111943025759514881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/06/back.html' title='Back '/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-111504096255916260</id><published>2005-05-02T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T06:36:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facelift</title><summary type='text'>I had been wanting to personalise the template of this blog and this weekend was the time it happened. I have given my favourite hue to this place and hope you like it.

I have also removed the tag-board which was all the time unused and added a new user pic. And as for the post I believe I can post more often hereafter as my work load is slowly thinning down..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111504096255916260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=111504096255916260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/111504096255916260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/111504096255916260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/05/facelift.html' title='Facelift'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-111305803684125796</id><published>2005-04-09T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:48:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm..</title><summary type='text'>Silence is not a bliss; atleast, not to the Observer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111305803684125796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=111305803684125796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/111305803684125796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/111305803684125796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110976710096628860</id><published>2005-03-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T04:39:08.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Go..</title><summary type='text'>What would you do when your relationships sour? Would you let it go? Would you choose to forget what it meant when it started? Would you continue to close your eyes on the fact that it's still that way in spite of any dispute that may surface over thousand other things? Will such differences shake the credibility of the relationship itself? No, It doesn't..
Accepting reality is always </summary><link rel='related' href='http://haloscan.com/tb/sujatha/110965019023762351' title='Don&apos;t Let Go..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110976710096628860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110976710096628860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110976710096628860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110976710096628860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-let-go.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Go..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110821362509163054</id><published>2005-02-12T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T05:07:05.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing the Foundation</title><summary type='text'>At last I have managed to complete the Foundation Series by Asimov. It was about an year and a half since I started with the first of the series 'The Foundation' and have just finished the concluding 'Foundation and Earth' this weekend. At the end of it all I can say is: Asimov is GOD!   The series more or less contains 7 books and the preferable order would be thus:
 Prelude to Foundation
 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110821362509163054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110821362509163054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110821362509163054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110821362509163054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/finishing-foundation.html' title='Finishing the Foundation'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110732170302857439</id><published>2005-02-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:21:43.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance</title><summary type='text'>My roomie (anonymity preserved) observed a strange phenomenon with the BPL radio at home playing Radio Mirchi.. Just out of bath, he suddenly got a crazy idea to stick his neck out (literally) near to the speakers. As he did that, the sound suddenly amplified and when he pulled back, the audio came back to normal. Bringing his head near the radio somehow apmlified the audio.

 When he asked the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110732170302857439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110732170302857439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110732170302857439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110732170302857439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/resonance.html' title='Resonance'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110637814645726427</id><published>2005-01-22T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:15:46.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiatives..</title><summary type='text'>I thought I would post atleast once in a week to save my blog from the doom of lifelessness, and that I wasn't quite able to keep up. So much I had to share since my last post but most of them would be a stale tale if I choose to put across now. There are other few..

I am learning to swim.Yes, I've joined an aquatic class.  It was surprising even for me: rarely do I make some decision, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110637814645726427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110637814645726427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110637814645726427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110637814645726427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/initiatives.html' title='Initiatives..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110536591433993258</id><published>2005-01-10T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:07:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping hands for the Tsunami Victims..</title><summary type='text'>Vijay Anand, my collegemate and a dear friend had taken a noble initiative to reach out to the Tsunami victims around his hometown, Karaikal, which was a badly affected region of Pondicherry - Union Territory. We did our little bit to support his efforts to help the needy. Here's a portion of his mail that I recieved after he came back to Chennai:



As per the schedule, I started from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110536591433993258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110536591433993258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110536591433993258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110536591433993258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/helping-hands-for-tsunami-victims.html' title='Helping hands for the Tsunami Victims..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110535060663297500</id><published>2005-01-10T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T01:52:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Faith and Religion</title><summary type='text'>
I am not a person of strong faith  in either God or religion; Still I cannot but appreciate the impact of this Faith on our lives.

Talking of faith, it is one 'acquired' aspect of human mind that connects it to the larger entity. Without actually scrutinizing the Faith factor as true or false, if we can analyze its effect on binding people together, we would rather conclude that it better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110535060663297500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110535060663297500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110535060663297500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110535060663297500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/of-faith-and-religion.html' title='Of Faith and Religion'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110484685125697632</id><published>2005-01-04T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T05:56:26.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knife that stabbed me..</title><summary type='text'>After so much of deliberation, I 

decided to make this post. 'Someone' :-D stabbed me 

and I found the dagger made so artistic. I present 

the dagger for you:

ek tha pyaara sa bacha chu-chu,
jisko pasand aa gayi 'HACHHU'!!!
ab uska ho nahin sakta kachu,
chu chu....all this is too muchu...
I know that your heart sings......
'You and I, in this beautiful world..'!!!!


I do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110484685125697632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110484685125697632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110484685125697632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110484685125697632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/knife-that-stabbed-me.html' title='Knife that stabbed me..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110431285790072315</id><published>2004-12-29T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:34:17.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea Struck..</title><summary type='text'>

Even as I was savouring the fun of my Hyderabad trip, the Tsunami had taken its toll all along the shores of Indian ocean. Thousands were killed in South India, and many more still missing.

May the deceased souls rest in peace! And prayers due to those who lost their near and dear ones in this disaster.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110431285790072315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110431285790072315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110431285790072315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110431285790072315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/sea-struck.html' title='The Sea Struck..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110379892216914474</id><published>2004-12-23T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T03:47:29.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hyd..</title><summary type='text'>
Sam asked me:
"Does this show your commitment to work?"
"Is this the level of respect you have for your profession?"
"If this isn't wrong, then nothing is!"
All this for wearing a T-shirt and Jean to work today! I reminded him that we don't have any strict dress code. He snubbed back saying," Well, so what? This is not professionalism. Blah blah..blah..". I did not have anything to retort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110379892216914474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110379892216914474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110379892216914474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110379892216914474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-hyd.html' title='To Hyd..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110361316071425207</id><published>2004-12-21T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:47:18.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appy B'day!</title><summary type='text'>
Old gal was she of the bunch of friends,
Called the panda of the bamboo grove,
Tall and topped with  pop cut hair,
Jolly wolly pal with love and care,

Brainy kid who topped her school,
Followed the trend at college too - 
Sincere ever and keeps head cool!
Funny as she speaks the language of South,
No more its Tamil out of her mouth..

At stroke of 12, she's older by a year,
Me so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110361316071425207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110361316071425207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110361316071425207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110361316071425207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/appy-bday.html' title='Appy B&apos;day!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110294285685189817</id><published>2004-12-11T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T05:03:06.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Voice reaches Divinity</title><summary type='text'>



"To sing a bhajan is one thing, but to sing it by losing oneself in god is another. While singing, She comes closer to God and the same happens to those who listen to her" - Mahatma Gandhi.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110294285685189817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110294285685189817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110294285685189817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110294285685189817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/divine-voice-reaches-divinity.html' title='Divine Voice reaches Divinity'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110259654278571079</id><published>2004-12-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:00:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nil and Void </title><summary type='text'>
Well, I remembered my blog after a period of selective amnesia. 

Not exactly - but you know, people often become affected by a 

kind of not-doing-those-that-need-to-done syndrome and I was 

struck by one. Such stupid reasons apart, I really couldn't 

think of something worthy to post. Now, it is not that I scale 

my every post of its worthiness. Else, most of the crap that 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110259654278571079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110259654278571079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110259654278571079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110259654278571079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/nil-and-void.html' title='Nil and Void '/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110138311028356741</id><published>2004-11-25T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T03:45:10.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><summary type='text'>
"Fuse is a device which protects itself by blowing the equipment."
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110138311028356741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110138311028356741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110138311028356741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110138311028356741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-110129713598256206</id><published>2004-11-24T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T03:52:15.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my mind is blocked, I post Quizzies!!</title><summary type='text'>Air. You think before you act, you look before youleap. You are very direct, which sometimes canhurt others. You are always looking for thetruth behind things. Of all the elements,you're the wisest.
 What is your element? brought to you by Quizilla
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110129713598256206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=110129713598256206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110129713598256206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/110129713598256206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-my-mind-is-blocked-i-post.html' title='When my mind is blocked, I post Quizzies!!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109991841815767133</id><published>2004-11-08T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:00:48.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekender</title><summary type='text'>
Had been to T.Nagar with Magesh and Sekar for Diwali shopping. Got myself a kurta and 

a pair of jeans. When we came out of Chennai Silks, we ran into TV crew from SUN 

Network. A short comment from Kala about the current shopping trends was shot and was 

aired during the news telecast the same day evening. You could have seen Sridhar and 

me standing behind her and giggling! But, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109991841815767133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109991841815767133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109991841815767133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109991841815767133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekender.html' title='Weekender'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109956004173413298</id><published>2004-11-04T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:01:04.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><summary type='text'>
It confuses and at times it baffles me; Not only on a first 

person experience but where so ever. People have 

bucketful of advices and criticism for someone who tries to be 

(at least 'tries to be') good/better. Even Small mistakes such a 

person commits goes in for loud scrutiny of the people 

around, though he may be ready to admit and correct it. And 

these people are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109956004173413298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109956004173413298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109956004173413298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109956004173413298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109827094036588525</id><published>2004-10-20T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:01:36.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Particle</title><summary type='text'>Ever wondered what mass of a particle is, or rather how that mass is rendered to it? Key to this problem may lie with a hypothecated particle called the Higgs boson, also known as the God Particle. It is the fundamental particle associated with the Higgs field, similar to a photon to Electromagnetic field. Higgs field is supposed to permeate though whole of Universe.  As particles move through </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.exploratorium.edu/origins/cern/ideas/higgs.html' title='God Particle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109827094036588525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109827094036588525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109827094036588525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109827094036588525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/10/god-particle.html' title='God Particle'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109774366762284643</id><published>2004-10-13T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:01:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Wishes...</title><summary type='text'>..to the most important person I know, That's ME!!
Yesterday (12th OCT) was my 23rd birthday! And I have grown yet another year wiser and intelligent! He he! The phone call spree started just minutes before midnight the day before (smelt an oxymoron??) when I was dead sleep. Talking to all good old buddies really made my day. And had a surprise party thrown up at office by my colleagues. I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109774366762284643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109774366762284643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109774366762284643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109774366762284643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/10/belated-wishes.html' title='Belated Wishes...'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109704568175588719</id><published>2004-10-06T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:54:41.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year now!</title><summary type='text'>
Wish you many more happy returns of the day Senthil! Good thing to 
celebrate your b'day with your parents. But don't forget, you got to treat us 
well once you are back!

 Today completes one year of corporate life.. Took up my job on 6 Oct 2003, and
life has been very different from then. Away from home for the first time, 
staying with friends, responsibilities, work pressure, failures</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109704568175588719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109704568175588719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109704568175588719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109704568175588719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-year-now.html' title='One year now!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109688238163283396</id><published>2004-10-04T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T03:42:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World is Small</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I had a surprise encounter with one of my school days senior - Balu. An inspiring personality even during those days at school, he had recently quit his job at a reputed MNC and has taken up something he was interested in - He has joined Chinmaya Yuva Kendra, a movement with the mission of spreading knowledge and values among youth, through spiritual, cultural and educational </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109688238163283396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109688238163283396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109688238163283396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109688238163283396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/10/world-is-small.html' title='World is Small'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109636531631386168</id><published>2004-09-28T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T02:56:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't they change?</title><summary type='text'>
I adjust and at times, I adjust a lot. Today I did it again. The reason? It's just for the other person's comfort derived out of his laziness. If you ask me if I was the one who had to give up, I'd say no! But by doing so, I had decided against doing what I had earlier decided to do. Had I carried on it that way, it would have caused so much bitterness, at least to me.

 Frankly, I consider </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109636531631386168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109636531631386168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109636531631386168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109636531631386168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/wont-they-change.html' title='Won&apos;t they change?'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109593264478742103</id><published>2004-09-23T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T02:45:54.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* * * * * Dinner!</title><summary type='text'>
 - Had been to Park Shereton along with my Project Team for dinner 

yesterday. And as usual, I was on that low- appetite syndrome!

 - Completed Paulo Coelho's 'The Alchemist' sometime back, and am now reading 'The Animal Farm' by George Orwell.  

 - Had a bad dream yesterday and I pray nothing of it comes true. 

 - Here's a nice forward from PravsWorld:

Life should not be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109593264478742103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109593264478742103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109593264478742103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109593264478742103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/dinner.html' title='* * * * * Dinner!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109576148325849400</id><published>2004-09-21T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T03:15:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Trouble</title><summary type='text'>On Friday, I was in office till 10:30 in the night. That day was too dull, except for the mail from Aakash about his new webpage. And I got a pointer to my blog too - from the Servers of Stanford! Thanks for that Aakash! (Look around people: I have also updated my links list.) Went Home on Saturday morning, nourished myself with good food and fruits,and returned to Chennai early on Sunday. Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109576148325849400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109576148325849400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109576148325849400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109576148325849400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/weekend-trouble.html' title='Weekend Trouble'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109470596320993978</id><published>2004-09-08T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:02:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siva rocks!!</title><summary type='text'>
Hat's off to Siva, recipient of the first "Nitish V. Thakor Excellence in M.Tech project Award" bestowed by the Department of Biomedical Engineering, IIT Bombay!

I believe it is a recognition well deserved. I have spent the best of years with him and often been awed by his passion and enthusiasm towards reaching his goals. A good cartoonist, aggressive player of Age of Empires, ardent lover </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109470596320993978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109470596320993978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109470596320993978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109470596320993978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/siva-rocks.html' title='Siva rocks!!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109463716087508229</id><published>2004-09-08T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:25:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock!</title><summary type='text'>To all those people who sighed relief on my disappearance from this space - Beware! I very much here alive and shall make unheard screams now and then!
 Call it busy or just slothfulness on my part, It has really been long since I posted something! In fact I have so much to put here:

Sam's treat at Pizza Hut: Right place to go when you are considering to shred your wallet's weight without you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109463716087508229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109463716087508229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109463716087508229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109463716087508229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109385785693279913</id><published>2004-08-30T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T02:24:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Gmail account?</title><summary type='text'>Well, just got another six Gmail invites.. If you need it, drop your email id in my comments section and I'll send you one!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109385785693279913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109385785693279913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109385785693279913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109385785693279913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/wanna-gmail-account.html' title='Wanna Gmail account?'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109360896623957524</id><published>2004-08-27T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T05:16:06.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-liberation</title><summary type='text'>The Little Devil gets older by a year.. Happy B'day Sam! The man who always sides Justice and displays extreme practicality at times, wished his B'day celebration to be 'different' and we had given him so!! 

And Suja has started her own blog! You are going to give me a nice company Suj, happy blogging!

Me just waiting to go home, growing very restless on Friday evenings nowadays!! Hell, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109360896623957524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109360896623957524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109360896623957524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109360896623957524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/ce-liberation.html' title='Ce-liberation'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109298430352354993</id><published>2004-08-19T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:15:38.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Sleep!</title><summary type='text'>Went to I, Robot with Sam on Monday.. We actually planned to go to
the near-by Dhaba, I don't remember how we ended up with the movie.
Incidentally I was the first person in the queue at the Current Booking
counter at Devi theatre, Mount Road: So sparse was the crowd at that time.
Movie started at 10:00 after the usual clippings that are aired before the
film.. 

Coming to the movie itself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109298430352354993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109298430352354993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109298430352354993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109298430352354993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-from-sleep.html' title='Back from Sleep!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109263360481871476</id><published>2004-08-15T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:20:04.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day!</title><summary type='text'>To a Distant Schoolmate,
Now a Supportive Collegue,
A Great Friend 
And above all,
 A Wonderful Person!

Dear Kala, 
     Wish you memorable Birthday!

Join me in wishing her....
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109263360481871476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109263360481871476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109263360481871476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109263360481871476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-bday.html' title='Happy B&apos;day!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109221688530681866</id><published>2004-08-11T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:34:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmmm....</title><summary type='text'>Now I come to understand that I am not that BAD as I thought I was. So far
so good!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109221688530681866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109221688530681866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109221688530681866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109221688530681866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/mmmmmmm.html' title='Mmmmmmm....'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109220411116435687</id><published>2004-08-10T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:01:51.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><summary type='text'>The Air conditioner in my cabin is turned on full  blast and that makes
me sick. How else would you feel, with a  bad spell of cold, your nose
blocked, eyes moist and digital  extremities completely numb? Pity me! 
	I had completed The Godfather yesterday, and the  novel
has infused a new perspective about the underworld. I  even dreamt of myself
being a Don, moving with my Consiglieri and couple</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109220411116435687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109220411116435687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109220411116435687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109220411116435687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109204026363476710</id><published>2004-08-09T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:31:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Word for it!</title><summary type='text'>I promised him that I would take it up. He's not having any stake in the
benefits I get, but he bids me to comply. It's not going to be easy but I'll
have to keep up my words. 

Had been to Tirupathi this weekend along with my family.
Bunked office on Friday too. So it was three days in total. I shall try to
put up a brief account of my trip. Not now, but sometime later.

And people, do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109204026363476710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109204026363476710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109204026363476710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109204026363476710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-word-for-it.html' title='My Word for it!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-10915221041840365</id><published>2004-08-03T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:35:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Divine</title><summary type='text'>Dheem Tha Deem Tha Dhirana dara
Dheem Tha Deem Tha Dhiranaaaa dara
Rain drops in dance,
a Strange kind of romance
I don't know whether to cry out aloud
But am feeling fine
Watch the rhythm of the rainfall in dance

Was listening to Indian Rain from Colonial Cousins today morning and
the song just mesmerized me..  Have heard it sometime before, but listened
to it just today! (Did you get that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/10915221041840365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=10915221041840365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/10915221041840365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/10915221041840365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-divine.html' title='Music Divine'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109117972589381082</id><published>2004-07-30T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T02:37:05.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang</title><summary type='text'>
It was time for my Quarterly performance evaluation and yesterday I had
been to the other office, where my PM sits. The whole thing took about  an
hour, and in the end the remarks were - I must say -  very satisfactory!

 I was back home a bit early and was already as hungry as a starving  lion.
I haven't eaten in the morning, and the two Naans and Paneer Manchurian that
I gobbled up for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109117972589381082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109117972589381082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109117972589381082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109117972589381082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/big-bang.html' title='Big Bang'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109098989352418283</id><published>2004-07-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:44:53.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is
but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was
yesterday."
     -Alexander Pope
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109098989352418283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109098989352418283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109098989352418283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109098989352418283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/man-should-never-be-ashamed-to-own-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109092595430592773</id><published>2004-07-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T03:59:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel</title><summary type='text'>Ishaq, Sibish, Aneesh, Sabarish and his cattles, KV - Aliganj, Lucknow
Express, Train, Escort Sir, Escort madam, Escort madam's son, Power-nami,
Liquid Nitrogen, Madukar Nitrate, Exhibition, Rangoli, Crush, Love, Rejects,
Superconductivity, Bathrooms, Imambada, Old man's tea shop, Jam bottle,
Bool-boolaiya, British  Gardens, Terrace talks, Mosquito repellant,
Acid-base indicators, Missiles, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109092595430592773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109092595430592773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109092595430592773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109092595430592773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-travel.html' title='Time Travel'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109056732214326648</id><published>2004-07-23T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:22:02.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages on my mobile.. II</title><summary type='text'>I wanted 2 kill the SWEETEST, SMARTEST
&amp; the most beautiful person on the earth,
but then I thought.........
SUICIDE is a crime.

I am getting marrried next week.
There will be small party
and only a few people will be invited.
Dont brings any gifts.
just brings SOMEONE to marry me.

smile in pleasure
smile in pain
smile when trouble pours like rain
smile when someone hurts you
SMILE because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109056732214326648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109056732214326648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109056732214326648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109056732214326648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/messages-on-my-mobile-ii.html' title='Messages on my mobile.. II'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-109041409748768067</id><published>2004-07-21T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T05:48:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages on my mobile..</title><summary type='text'>
Friendship is a relation,
with no activation charges,
Free incoming, free outgoing,
Free roaming facility &amp; 100% talk time.
Where ever you go, the network follows!!

Friends in heart are worst tenants-
They capture your heart,
They pay no rent,
They don't vacate easily,
When they go, they leave the place broken..

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109041409748768067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=109041409748768067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109041409748768067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/109041409748768067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/messages-on-my-mobile.html' title='Messages on my mobile..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108998018689287989</id><published>2004-07-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T05:16:26.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple isn't bare..</title><summary type='text'>
We came into acquaintance six years before. It was during the trip to
Lucknow for participating in a science exhibition.  And that acquaintance
grew into a good friendship during those ten days we spent there. There were
postal contact between us for until a year or so, then it died down. Two
years later, I got a call from him. He was shifting his house from  Chennai
and had dialed to ensure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108998018689287989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108998018689287989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108998018689287989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108998018689287989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/simple-isnt-bare.html' title='Simple isn&apos;t bare..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108989066454210125</id><published>2004-07-15T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T04:24:24.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought!</title><summary type='text'>
It was a soul-searching discussion with Saikiran, during the wee hours of
darkness, couple of days ago. With the noble purpose of enlightening the
society,  I'm presenting a few points from that thought sharing process of
ours.. I do not claim that these are original. Must have heard or read about
them somewhere, sometime from  someone!

Do you know about the good sculpturer and the bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108989066454210125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108989066454210125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108989066454210125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108989066454210125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108901651653062715</id><published>2004-07-05T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T01:35:16.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change inevitable</title><summary type='text'>There has been a change. Not only with matters as trivial as this blog
template, but there has  also been much of rethink over issues of greater
import. I have made a bold decision after much of  reluctance and it's all
for good. Thanks to him, for showing a clearer picture. So much of his
effort  has gone into enabling this shift. With a great deal of  work ahead,
I need your support along the  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108901651653062715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108901651653062715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108901651653062715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108901651653062715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/change-inevitable.html' title='Change inevitable'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108874889193556396</id><published>2004-07-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:14:51.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed with Bliss</title><summary type='text'>The mist is clearing and I see the Sun! The world seems wonderful with
lovely people around.. People! yes, can you imagine a life without someone
beside you? Someone to look upon, someone to guide, someone to laugh with,
someone to share your sorrows and secrets, someone to reveal your dreams and
damn your despises.. 
Well, I don't dare to.

You feel so elated when you get a token of appreciation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108874889193556396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108874889193556396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108874889193556396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108874889193556396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/07/blessed-with-bliss.html' title='Blessed with Bliss'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108848733524446556</id><published>2004-06-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T00:21:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clue that was given..</title><summary type='text'>I don't remember things well, but I rather think it was Aristotle or one
of those other intellects who said: ' Life gives you clues: Rest depends
upon how well you use them'. Well, the point I am driving at is
that, the man is correct. Absolutely!

It was like this.. I reside 4 kms away to the East from my office. I usually
take a road that runs south  for a few furlongs before it meets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108848733524446556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108848733524446556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108848733524446556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108848733524446556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/clue-that-was-given.html' title='A Clue that was given..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108805372513249474</id><published>2004-06-23T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T04:08:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quizzies..</title><summary type='text'>You are one the Chosen. one of the few
privilegedmortals that gods can work through.
 What level of divine power
do you have? brought to you by Quizilla

You can be a wind master. You can create streamsof air that move as
you wish. Whether for goodor for ill.
What are your special abilities? brought to you by Quizilla

These feed my ego well! ha ha!

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108805372513249474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108805372513249474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108805372513249474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108805372513249474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/some-quizzies.html' title='Some Quizzies..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108787998431253364</id><published>2004-06-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:53:04.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story in the make!</title><summary type='text'>
What's her name? That question, and that alone, was from my part and every  other sentence in the story of alleged romance spun around me is the  contribution of others.. The tale was expanded and developed, new scenes and  sequences added and it stands a bit short of a romantic episode.. All this sans reality and truth. Isn't there a thin line between liking somebody and going behind that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108787998431253364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108787998431253364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108787998431253364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108787998431253364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/story-in-make.html' title='Story in the make!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108736709787506777</id><published>2004-06-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T23:24:57.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mathematical EXPRESSION!</title><summary type='text'>Is there a measure to judge how good a joke is? Well, Read this
article from The Hindu. This talks about the mathematical formula for
perfect jokes, grading them from worst to best on a zero to 200 scale.
Here's an excerpt:
	x = (f*l + n*o ) / p
A comedic value is determined by multiplying the funniness of the punch line
(f) by the length of the build-up (l). This is added to the amount someone
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108736709787506777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108736709787506777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108736709787506777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108736709787506777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/mathematical-expression.html' title='mathematical EXPRESSION!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108728227869116989</id><published>2004-06-14T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:12:37.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking of Dreams </title><summary type='text'>I have finished LOTR at last. The pace was slowed down so much that at one point of time I had to re-read a few pages to get the flow! I closed the book on Sunday, and guess what, watched The Return of the King the very same day! Only then I realized how much was omitted, skewed and eroded when the story was carried on to the screen. Anyway, that didn't dissuade me from watching the movie with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108728227869116989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108728227869116989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108728227869116989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108728227869116989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/talking-of-dreams.html' title='Talking of Dreams '/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108694061314934753</id><published>2004-06-11T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:31:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is your mirror..</title><summary type='text'>
The good you find in others, is in you too.
The faults you find in others, are your faults as well.
After all, to recognize something you must know it.

The possibilities you see in others,      
    are possible for you as well.
The beauty you see around you, is your beauty.
The world around you is a reflection,
          a mirror showing you the person you are.

To change the world,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108694061314934753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108694061314934753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108694061314934753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108694061314934753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/world-is-your-mirror.html' title='The World is your mirror..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108687026147094491</id><published>2004-06-10T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:24:21.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need a Title?</title><summary type='text'>Wake up or sleep a minute more? Break my fast or skip it? Go straight or
take left? Leave now or stay longer? Act now or postpone? Continue or change
course? Take it or reject? Stop here or run more? Say it out or just shut
up? Is that right or its' worse? Will I have to answer them all over and
over again or it's going to end somewhere?

Why the place around me, so vibrant few days before, has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108687026147094491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108687026147094491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108687026147094491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108687026147094491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/do-i-need-title.html' title='Do I need a Title?'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108668807071277245</id><published>2004-06-08T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:05:03.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clarification</title><summary type='text'>Writing is a communication that's always addressed to someone to convey thoughts and ideas to them, then or in the future. Well, to WHOM are my posts addressed to? I very much wonder if all the trivial things screened on this page are worth a minute's glance from a visitor? I wanted to ascertain the Nameless Him, for whose concerns and interest that my post are orchestrated.. I thought over it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108668807071277245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108668807071277245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108668807071277245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108668807071277245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/clarification_08.html' title='A Clarification'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108660909032111103</id><published>2004-06-07T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T04:51:30.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had just 24 Hrs a day!</title><summary type='text'>It rained on Friday evening, so I thought my bike ride would have to be
ditched off. Luckily, it was a fine cloudless morning the next day and
everything went on as per plan. It was an extraordinary weekend as I
predicted.. Met many people after long and a few were out of the blue. Some
from my school and some from the college, it has been very long since I've
seen them.

On Saturday, after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108660909032111103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108660909032111103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108660909032111103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108660909032111103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/had-just-24-hrs-day.html' title='Had just 24 Hrs a day!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108635078823043772</id><published>2004-06-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T05:06:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now its Weekend !</title><summary type='text'>
Arvind is quitting his job as he's all set to go for his MBA in MDI,
Gurgaon.. Today is his last day with the company, so he'd came to my office
to finish off the formalities. Though he was sure of leaving this job from
the day he joined the company, he did not compromise with the effort he put
into his work. He had really strived hard to push his way through and now
he's in a place that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108635078823043772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108635078823043772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108635078823043772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108635078823043772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/now-its-weekend.html' title='Now its Weekend !'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108616618985872300</id><published>2004-06-02T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T01:49:49.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into a $ billion company..</title><summary type='text'>11:00pm, Yesterday :When I saw my mobile ringing , displaying 'Abode Calling..', I expected the good news and so was it. By bro has made it to Tata Consultancy Services Ltd. TCS is the first software company visiting the campus this season. Incidentally, I too was placed in the first company that came for recruitment. Me so happy and so are my parents!!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108616618985872300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108616618985872300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108616618985872300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108616618985872300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/into-billion-company.html' title='Into a $ billion company..'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108607194057667926</id><published>2004-05-31T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:29:20.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blog!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had a fine weekend with many happenings.. Had been to Vijaywada on Saturday to attend Dutt sister's marriage. The actual venue was at Eluru, an hour's drive from Vijaywada. It was Tarr and me from here and Bhargava and Madhu joined us later in Eluru. The marriage went on well and we caught up some nice pals to hang around. Goes without saying, still, the food was great! Typical Andhra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108607194057667926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108607194057667926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108607194057667926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108607194057667926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/06/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to blog!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108565239317822080</id><published>2004-05-27T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T03:53:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of now,</title><summary type='text'>
Procrastination rules my life! So many tasks I have accumulated over this week, from washing my clothes to opening a bank account.. It'll be difficult to manage anymore with so many essential chores in pending!
 
My parents are coming to Chennai this weekend. Hence I am cleaning up my room to give it convincing, if not impressive looks! 
 
My appetite is waning away nowadays..Wish to hog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108565239317822080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108565239317822080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108565239317822080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108565239317822080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/as-of-now.html' title='As of now,'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108538920501237164</id><published>2004-05-24T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T02:06:07.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's Bad Sunday!</title><summary type='text'> Can you guess how bad an evening can turn out to be for someone as good as  me? Well read ahead.. I slept late till 3:30 in the evening. I had  to take the bus to Chennai at 4:30pm and the packing still remained   uninitiated. Still wavering in half-slumber, stuffed up things into my bag, and  left for the bus terminus at 4:10 PM. Senthil and Ganesh were waiting at the  stop and Kala also joined</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108538920501237164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108538920501237164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108538920501237164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108538920501237164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/now-its-bad-sunday_24.html' title='Now it&apos;s Bad Sunday!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108537539960146303</id><published>2004-05-23T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T04:55:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation Uninvited</title><summary type='text'>I was seeing off Vj at the gate when an old gentleman and his wife came in. He asked me if 'dad' was at home. I said yes and took them inside. Dad was watching TV in the hall and he took over when they came in, while I went in to wake up mom. They had come to invite us for their son's marriage. As per tradition, the invitation was presented in a silver thaali along with beetle leaves, flowers and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108537539960146303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108537539960146303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108537539960146303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108537539960146303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/invitation-uninvited.html' title='Invitation Uninvited'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108512038071955531</id><published>2004-05-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:01:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumination</title><summary type='text'>    What makes Man to settle down for something less than what he is capable of? What stops him from delivering his best? What is it that makes him accept a lower standard of life, a meaner code of morality? How is it that he is aware of his power and at the same time act indolent? What justice does he meets out to himself by doing so? How many Men sincerely strive for their Happiness? Happiness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108512038071955531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108512038071955531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108512038071955531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108512038071955531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/rumination.html' title='Rumination'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108504979188194846</id><published>2004-05-20T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T04:56:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Well</title><summary type='text'>Am wearing a sleepy face from the morning. Voice has not yet been restored as I didn't faithfully take any of the treatments advised to me. Took a couple of tablets yesterday and the hangover still persists! Sitting in my cabin, glaring at the desktop minutes together and forgetting what work I have been doing before... That's how the day moves today! Resorted to some music to keep me awake but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108504979188194846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108504979188194846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108504979188194846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108504979188194846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/sleep-well.html' title='Sleep Well'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108487015753054636</id><published>2004-05-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:00:17.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day to You!</title><summary type='text'>Known by the many aliases - Vram, Vinji, Ramji, Bhimboy and a couple of other nicknames quite indelicate to put down, Vinayakaram is the man of 'action' among the Famous Five (We ourselves proclaim so- Tarr, Siva, Vj, Vram and Myself). The title was bestowed by a lecturer himself (remember Vinayak, Advanced Communication lab, by Mr.Swaminathan in the presence of Mr.LN) though in a completely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108487015753054636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108487015753054636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108487015753054636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108487015753054636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-bday-to-you.html' title='Happy B&apos;day to You!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108479278425631445</id><published>2004-05-17T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T04:52:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Sunday</title><summary type='text'>It was long awaited for and at last, our (Suja, Diana, Arvind, Vijay and Myself) get-together finally materialized. Yesterday turned out to be much more fun filled and rejoicing than what I had expected it to be. The week before was marked by a fierce struggle to choose a movie of everyone's choice. We guys opted for a Tamil movie and the girls sided for a Hindi film. Arvind took up the task of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108479278425631445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108479278425631445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108479278425631445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108479278425631445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/good-sunday.html' title='Good Sunday'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108452566545262573</id><published>2004-05-14T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T04:49:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Resolution and Memory</title><summary type='text'>An year long resolve for morning walks and exercises is slowly showing up. After many start-and-abandon trials, and finally a week of 'Later da' and 'let's start tomorrow' s, Sam and I set out today. Started with a walk, a few dumbbell curls and finished with skipping.   But being the sort of  lazybone that I am, I really wonder if this will be kept on for a few more days, let alone months. He he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108452566545262573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108452566545262573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108452566545262573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108452566545262573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/of-resolution-and-memory.html' title='Of Resolution and Memory'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108436934944186372</id><published>2004-05-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:04:25.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><summary type='text'>Well its a journey n not a destination..
Pritam's blog carries this sentence on its header.. Apart from Gringoz, couple of forwards and this entry in Coffee Talk had the mention of that thought today. This seems to be a small coincidence! But still, it is one truth which many forget through the course of lifetime and realize it when all is over. It is like sacrificing your sleep for the search </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108436934944186372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108436934944186372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108436934944186372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108436934944186372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108426648168554937</id><published>2004-05-11T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:00:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendered Speechless!</title><summary type='text'>The chain of events that happened couple of days ago..
 - Chose to drive despite cloudy weather 
 - Came to office fully drenched 
 - Tried to blot off using tissue papers 
 - Still wet, sat in my cabin shivering 
 - Started to sneeze from very next hour 
 - Cold, headache and drowsiness: everything followed then.

To add to all that, it's my voice....  I have been talking in scores of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108426648168554937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108426648168554937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108426648168554937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108426648168554937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/rendered-speechless.html' title='Rendered Speechless!'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108392212329340103</id><published>2004-05-07T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:35:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late to office</title><summary type='text'>I was desperate to start off another novel, after my much prolonged read of  Atlas Shrugged. I have been pleading Sam, my roomie, for his copy of Lord Of The Rings for sometime now, but in vain. Yesterday, as I turned up to the library to get my mind off the blockade after a nice lunch, I found a copy lying on the table I was heading to, just waiting for me to be picked up. Back at home,  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108392212329340103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108392212329340103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108392212329340103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108392212329340103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/late-to-office.html' title='Late to office'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108382093352736411</id><published>2004-05-05T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T04:54:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Track</title><summary type='text'>I feel I am living in a rut. It’s stagnation and I don't seem to mind it! I am letting the waves drag me to the depth and I will wait till I cannot breath before I fight this back. Really, I don't mind it..
On the course, I ignore those things that lay on my path which I held, then, as precious; My favorite song fails to wake me up from my slumber; Dullness of failure seem to be more soothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108382093352736411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108382093352736411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/off-track.html' title='Off the Track'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728295.post-108358747573363639</id><published>2004-05-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:10:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should I....</title><summary type='text'>Life is a great experience. 
Every moment of it accounts for, as it constantly adds up values and memories which accompany us in the long journey. This blog is a kind of travelogue that tracks events and people I come across, the like-s and dislike-s, the pleasure-s and pain-s, the good-s and bad-s, and everything else that adds shades and contours to the canvas of my life. It's just to remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108358747573363639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728295&amp;postID=108358747573363639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108358747573363639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728295/posts/default/108358747573363639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-should-i.html' title='Why should I....'/><author><name>Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644217513593292373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/nilavan/Nilavan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
