<?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-26214771</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:46:35.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life n me</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day life of a dude.. Boring Details.. Life as it is.. And it aint Beauitful Like Roberto Benigni's(was his??)...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-5310506139535637921</id><published>2009-04-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:07:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 3</title><content type='html'>April 29th is back... Its been 3 long years now, but the pain still rankles deep inside me, I wish this day didn't come.&lt;br /&gt; This day is surely dreadful and marks third anniversary of my dear friend's passing away...Things have changed so much, i wish he was around to see it, I am sure he must have been delighted if he saw me &amp;amp; Priyanka... I am sure we would've had so much fun talking to and about Aman &amp;amp; more often then not pulling his leg... I am sure he and kanchan must have made an awesome couple... not to be,This day took it all away from us.. and all we could do today is wish this day was just another passing Wednesday in the month of April rather then being a day of heartbreaks and sorrow... Hopefully my cherubic friend's soul rests in peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-5310506139535637921?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/5310506139535637921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=5310506139535637921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/5310506139535637921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/5310506139535637921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2009/04/year-3.html' title='Year 3'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-399679289158218551</id><published>2007-04-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:09:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberin Monoo... :(</title><content type='html'>Been an year... exactly one year..since my dear friend passed away.. hard to believe.. just a few week back i was at his old place in indore.. me n aman cried like kids.. probably too scared to discuss him we prolonged our visit to his place till the time came for us to leave country... my eyes still get full of tears when i remember diki showing monoo's picture to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our friend left us to make us cry everytime.. but their are so many memories associated wid him that he'll live in my heart forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missin my budyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-399679289158218551?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/399679289158218551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=399679289158218551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/399679289158218551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/399679289158218551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2007/04/rememberin-monoo.html' title='Rememberin Monoo... :('/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-115750586541472194</id><published>2006-09-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:24:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N i saw lage raho..</title><content type='html'>well ya some times its like writing a diary.. which i have never done.. so prolly that why i keep on missin the blog world.. every one else who started wid me has gone ages ahead.. n my  blog still fits to the width of  one page... man.. that sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha. i know it does.. but i m on a break.. so yeah its all good.. yeah i know its been a long break.. but what the heck... as long as i got my job i got no worries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah what made me stir n return to the good ol bloggin world.. which also brings me the memory of my days in good ol seattle.. n monoo.. was the movie lage raho munna bhai.. i have to say it was a good .. well exorbitantly good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and above all it made me smile ear to ear coz i know i have put up a fight for him with couple of people.. am sure aman,varun,samia, vasu.. n many more will vouch for it... but cmon man whatever it is.. he our baapu after all.. we ought to give him some respect and remember him jus beyond the controversies... after all he was second only to newton when time magzine ranked 100 most influential and iconic people of the century... n if not for science wasnt our baapu the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know leave apart any one else, even i may not be able to do the 'gandhigiri' which sanjay dutt does here.. but the high morals and the life of such an iconic idol deserves more then what he gets today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just writing this coz i know i am right and coz i know he is the most influential and respected person of indian history and my life as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yea.. the movie .. hope so will make a few more people stir.. n those who hate him ...(i know quite a few sadly...) i hope.. i wish.. i pray.... learn folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah its vande matram day here in des tomm... so vande matram... bande mein tha dum :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-115750586541472194?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/115750586541472194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=115750586541472194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/115750586541472194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/115750586541472194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/09/n-i-saw-lage-raho.html' title='N i saw lage raho..'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-115109239480827100</id><published>2006-06-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:59:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye jo des mera...</title><content type='html'>Been a while since i blogged.. infact didnt even open my own blog since last aman n i n discussd good ol days.. and good ol frndship.. n obviously dear monoo... perhaps dreadin to remember him.. tryin to avoid some thing which will never go away from my memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of people asked me whats happened to blogs and all.. and if i quit blogging.. well not really.. blogging is on.. but  unfortunately when i swtiched my interest from professional blogs (job one's) to personalised ones, the saddest incident of my life happened.. and ever since I wrote my heart out for Monoo, i have not really even given the blog a thought... coz it scares me readin all the prayers and good wishes from all folks.. i do appreciate te concern shown in the comments from people who didnt even knew him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also back to apna des.. and obviously des mein resting big time and hopping on to home food and gaining weight like anythin.. atleast a couple of months no more america and no more work.. and am a relieved man for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably vacatation co-inciding with the incident also jeoparadised the blog fever... writing jeoparadized or even speakin it any time always takes me back in life to my college days in indore when one fine night while studyin Amandeep quite innocently asked what the heck is jeoparaize.. me n monoo laughed our hearts out... n some how this jeoparadized got linked to water .. and the phrase that came out was " Aman jeoparadized pani lao"...... and it stayed like that forever.. whenever we would make fun of aman this would surely come up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stayed with me .. monoo.. aman.. all.. for long.. n recently i remember when this thing came up again, aman was so annoyed with me for leaking our little secrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno how many people would find it funny.. but for three of us it was one of those moments which was funny and we would recall later in our lives and laugh...&lt;br /&gt;donno if i will laugh at "jeopardize" or will miss our own monoo n....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off on that sad note..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-115109239480827100?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/115109239480827100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=115109239480827100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/115109239480827100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/115109239480827100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/06/ye-jo-des-mera.html' title='Ye jo des mera...'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-114634690946171051</id><published>2006-04-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:41:49.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todi Dosti... Unanswered Prayers..</title><content type='html'>its a sad n disgustin day...the sun is shiningn after ages i have seen a weekend when its not raining..but my heart is pouring... life has moved me from seattle to new york.. and monoo...who would believe.. is no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with trembling hands i write this.. earlier this day when i saw kanchan's call i was scared.. i knew there could only be two things.. a good news or a bad one..  half scared and half expecting the good news i answered the phone only to listen to kanchan cry n i knew my worst nightmare.. the thought thats been haunting me for last 15-17 days had come true.. my frnd.. kanchan's fiancee.. the most jovial person i would ever see has left all of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to stay in our memories forever.. it has been almost 2 years i saw him..n will never again.. my heart cries for my best buddy.. its a grave loss to so many ppl.. and how i hate being so far from monoo.. i wish i could see him before he left me.. kanchan.. aman.. every one.. and went to eternal sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many prayers.. so many requests to the unclement almighty have went unanswered.. does a 25 yr old has to go when fuckin 60+ thrive and flourish... damm god.. damm everythin, i wish this was a nightmare and when i get up i would see monoo n kanchan together and all of us pulling aman's legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, aman n monoo.. never would there be such frndship.. never would be there those times... never would have i that trust in god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May monoo's soul rest in peace, n his family and kanchan have the strength to overcome these tough times.. donno if i have that strength, i feel as if a part of my body.. my life system has left me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all loved u monoo... especially vijay and aman..bina batatye chala gaya .. chor dia yaar tune hame..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-114634690946171051?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/114634690946171051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=114634690946171051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114634690946171051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114634690946171051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/04/todi-dosti-unanswered-prayers.html' title='Todi Dosti... Unanswered Prayers..'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-114528932751403999</id><published>2006-04-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:53:55.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Monoo</title><content type='html'>When Aman called yesterday night, i didnt expect it to have such a colossol effect on me.. i still cant get over it and writing this blog today i can recall so many memories associated with my good, old buddy monoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monoo has had an horrible accidnt last week and is in coma for past few days, doctors wont comment on his situtation &amp; recovery but things are pretty bad. his eye sight may  be permannently damaged and he has serious injuries on head..  Docs for the time being have asked to wait for 2-3 days and see if he recovers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I donno how many people have been in touch with monoo from my college days in indore.. infact i was hardly in touch with him.. news that he is getting married to kanchan didnt come from him, but from kanchan..  thnking about him and kanchan, both my class mates in college my heart sinks for kanchan &amp;amp; Monoo's family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when i tried to speak to her she not only cried herself but made me cry too.. i said all the common stuff one can think of like 'you have to be strong', sab theek hoga.. etc etc... but seeing her cry i couldnt hold my tears .. and i didnt want to.. not today atleast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ironical it happened just a day after i had a big time argument with my roomie about god's very exsistence and the taboos of indian scoiety in believing miracles and gods of all kinds... but in no way i wanted to contend that he didnt exsist.. coz today he is the only hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking doctors would remain tight lipped, as is probably their job..  so the ray of hope is far beyond a local hospital in delhi.. some where above where he resides.. i am sure he would not maddle with life of kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damm sure monoo will recover and fight back.. after all i have to attend his wedding in spetember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so far and this is really annoying as i cant be even close to him this very moment when kanchan and his family needs some solace, neither me nor aman are any where remotely close.. Even Aman is distressed like me.. we dont usually find friends like we found in each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Aman n Monoo.... What friendship.. Beyond words... May this live forever... Any one who reads this please pray for my dear friend and his fiancee who is so stressed out at this moment.. and ya i'll pray too... i do at times when i need god.. i am no atheist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Dear Monoo... Please recover soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-114528932751403999?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/114528932751403999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=114528932751403999' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114528932751403999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114528932751403999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/04/praying-for-monoo.html' title='Praying for Monoo'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-114525274782335302</id><published>2006-04-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:47:19.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguing with the Expert...</title><content type='html'>well if i didnt know what SCRUM was until day before yesterday then its not that scrum process isnt used by any one, as a matter of fact its hot and getting hotter by the day.. or by the hour shall i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they would popularly say in india " Any one who gets blind in Spring would see everything Green only"... so yeah i see every thing as much i know of them.. Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways for people who have'nt heard what scrum is, better go to www.controlchaos.com and figure it out. it is an Agile process, now if you dont know what Agile is, never mind.. nothing else in this particular blog is going to make any sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alright Agile is hot.. SCRUM seems to be getting hot..  but if SCRUM is in does that push out some previous methods? i would like to believe no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am talking about waterfall method.. while i studied the waterfall method, the drawbacks were pretty much evident.. in fact the person who created the technology doesnt have too many nice words to say about the same. so yeah but still i never thought that it is a blunder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse  me, did you just say blunder...? yeah you heard kit alright, BLUNDER.. that to COLOSSAl..&lt;br /&gt;Read : http://jeffsutherland.com/scrum/2004/10/waterfall-method-colossal-blunder.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i didnt appreciate it, coz no one who taught me the model or the people who use it had ever been so generous with their criticism.. So suddenly when you come to something like this, you will be shocked just like i was.. so why the heck even the best of schools still teach it? no one knows.. but the gentleman whose blog i did decide to question is certainly a man with much greater experience &amp;amp; Knowldege.. and me being a really not so technical person.. (didnt you read the BA blogs am so very obsessed with) did concede in my second comment on the same blog that i might not be the right person to question his credentials but was just trying to make a point and i still believe a very much valid point that when Waterfall model is used with lesser rigidity it can yield results.. and can be made to work according to one's convenience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope so am not being a smartpant when i feel this blogging and commenting on people's blogs, especially the knowldegeble one's would only enrich my exposure and skills in the IT field..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-114525274782335302?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/114525274782335302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=114525274782335302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114525274782335302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114525274782335302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/04/arguing-with-expert.html' title='Arguing with the Expert...'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-114526291749456549</id><published>2006-04-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:14:38.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is some Funny stuff about north indian and south indian gals... its really hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE A North Indian GIRL as WIFE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the time of marriage, a north Indian girl has more boyfriends than her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before marriage, she looks almost like a bollywood heroine and after marriage you have to go around her twice to completely hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. By the time she professes her undevoted love to you, you are bankrupt because of the number of times you had to take her out to movie&lt;br /&gt;theatresand restaurants. And you wait longingly for her dowry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The only dishes she can think of to cook is paneer butter masala,aloo sabji, aloo gobi sabji, aloo matar, aloo paneer, that after eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those paneer and aloos you are either in the bed with chronic cholestrol or chronic gas disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The only growth that you see later in your career is the rise in yourmonthly phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are blinded by her love that you think that she is a blonde. Only later do you come to know that it is because of the mehandhi that she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applies to cover her gray hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you come home from office she is very busy watching "Kyonki saasbhi kabi bahu thi" that you either end up eating outside or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookingyourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are a very "ESpecial" person to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She always thought that Madras is a state and covers the whole ofsouth india until she met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When she says she is going to "work out" she means she is going to"! walk out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She has greater number of relatives than the number of people you have in your home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The only two sentences in English that she knows are "Thank you" and "How are you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She thinks Govinda can dance better than Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE A South Indian GIRL as WIFE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Her mother looks down at you because you didn't study in IIT orMadras / Anna University .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Her father starts or ends every conversation with " ... I say..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She shudders if you use four letter words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She has long hair, neatly oiled and braided (The Dubai based Oil WellCompany will negotiate with her on a 25 year contract to extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coconutoil from her hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She uses the word 'Super' as her only superlative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her name is another name for a Goddess or a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He! r first name is longer than your first name, middle name and surname combined (unless you are from Andhra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When she mixes milk/curd and rice you are never sure whether it is for the Dog or for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For weddings, she sports a mini jasmine garden on her head and wearssilk saris in the Madras heat without lookin! g too uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;whileyou are melting in your singlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She thinks Mohan Lal is the sexiest man alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Her favourite cricketer is Krishnamachari Srikkanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Her favourite food is dosa though she has tried North Indian snacks like Chats (pronounced like the slang for 'conversation')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She bursts into songs with her cousins in every movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. She bores you by telling you which raaga each song you hear is based on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You have to give her jewellery, though she has already got plenty of it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Her thali (Mangal Sutra) weighs more than the championship belts worn by WWF wrestlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. She is more educated than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Her father thinks she is much smarter than you..&lt;br /&gt;North and south... The Great schism..How i feel so isolated (In this Criticism Business) coming from central india... Yeah atleast no one is making fun of my would be...  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-114526291749456549?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/114526291749456549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=114526291749456549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114526291749456549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114526291749456549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/04/funny-one.html' title='A Funny One...'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26214771.post-114517066781145856</id><published>2006-03-25T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:28:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day...</title><content type='html'>hmm trying to be philoshophical.. right.. well life goes on.. doesnt it.. even if i write this blog or i may not.. so the day was gloomy as usual... rains.. rains n more rains.. thats what this city is all about..  so have to cope with it prolly.. i should be used to it by now but unfortunately it still aint sinking.. well the sad part is usually the weekdays remain bright n sunny but weekends it usually pours and wipes any plans of sightseeing or chilling or even a match of cricket...(well that aint hurting me any how my roomies seemed to be disappointed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just another weekend.. and then back to square one as the weekday comes and brings along  the customery complexities of life and you keep  moving on coz there is light at the end of the road.. yeah another weekend is just 4 days away.. so the road is'nt that log as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26214771-114517066781145856?l=lifenme-vj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/feeds/114517066781145856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26214771&amp;postID=114517066781145856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114517066781145856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26214771/posts/default/114517066781145856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifenme-vj.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day...'/><author><name>vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079196575856979985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6025/775/1600/smal3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
