<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216</id><updated>2010-01-08T10:14:03.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At the Altar</title><subtitle type='html'>Where Thou Shalt Perish</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-5038085187266436111</id><published>2008-07-08T05:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:09:05.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey brotha's and sistahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have finally taken that step. A step which will take me further in life. A step I had been afraid to take. I am finally moving into my own place. I love this place (http://atthealtar.blogspot.com) where my life has changed dramatically. But life is all about change. How else would you explain MY moving to another place in life. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I have changed careers&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I have moved to my own blog address - &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aravindkumar.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.aravindkumar.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah that's what the world calls me, Aravind Kumar. I liked my pseudonym "The Pseudonym" yeah I was trying to make a name for myself. I will keep this an ad free site. But you people can still contribute to save my communicator.Because I just have to figure out a way to moblog. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See ya all @ http://www.aravindkumar.com&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love ya people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-5038085187266436111?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/5038085187266436111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=5038085187266436111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/5038085187266436111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/5038085187266436111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-brothas-and-sistahs.html' title='Hey brotha&apos;s and sistahs'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6446623671547496593</id><published>2008-06-28T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:32:48.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Cold Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I wonder when it rains,&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Does she feel suicidal&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Is it an accident&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Or Is it murder&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;No, I know what it is,&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;There is a Serial Killer&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Hidden Deep in the clouds&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Dropping them down&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&lt;B&gt;In Cold Rain&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6446623671547496593?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6446623671547496593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6446623671547496593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6446623671547496593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6446623671547496593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-cold-rain.html' title='In Cold Rain'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6726172655885786202</id><published>2008-06-16T15:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:11.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 8th Chennai Photowalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SFY_cj7KaxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/xj83J-gcQ5k/s1600-h/P1010559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SFY_cj7KaxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/xj83J-gcQ5k/s320/P1010559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212423378640202514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in this city for 29 Years now. But there are a lot of places I have never been to. Topping the list would be Panagal park and I finally got to visit the park (It was the starting point of the 8th Chennai Photowalk.) Suprisingly the park is clean. There were even a few people who had come there to spend their evening.. I landed inside Panagal Park really early(Keeping up with my craze for punctuality) and was introduced to a &lt;a href="http://sharanyamanivannan.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sharanya Manivannan&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/"&gt;Chandroo&lt;/a&gt;, I actually needed 10 minutes to figure out who she is. I think I should get myself admitted to some Old Age Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographers started gathering around the bust of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/2582921257/"&gt;King George V&lt;/a&gt; and the walk started out at about 1730 hrs. Lots of fun. We stopped at Madras Bhel Puri for a snack break at about 1900 hrs before continuing towards the Residency Towers which was our Destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dilipm/"&gt;Dilip&lt;/a&gt; has been working with the Aravanis( If you don't remember &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dilipm/2478488111/in/set-72157604963426985/"&gt;Priya Babu&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventh-chennai-photowalk_13.html"&gt;7th Chennai Photowalk&lt;/a&gt; click &lt;a href="http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventh-chennai-photowalk_13.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and the Aravanis need funding to setup an office. Dillip is passionate about his work and he gave a long talk about the History of the Aravanis and the problems they are facing (which will need a post by itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk ended at about 2000hrs. As usual &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"A Sunday Well Spent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addthis_pub             = 'YOUR-ACCOUNT-ID'; &lt;br /&gt;addthis_logo            = 'http://www.addthis.com/images/yourlogo.png';&lt;br /&gt;addthis_logo_background = 'EFEFFF';&lt;br /&gt;addthis_logo_color      = '666699';&lt;br /&gt;addthis_brand           = 'Your Site';&lt;br /&gt;addthis_options         = 'favorites, email, digg, delicious, myspace, facebook, google, live, more';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Yes We will be doing the walk again on June 22nd 2008, do join us. It is fun guaranteed and you might even find Long Lost Friends and Old Neighbours. (I met Aravind during the 6th Photowalk and yesterday I met Pradeep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my Flickr Photostream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6726172655885786202?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6726172655885786202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6726172655885786202&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6726172655885786202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6726172655885786202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/06/8th-chennai-photowalk.html' title='The 8th Chennai Photowalk'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SFY_cj7KaxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/xj83J-gcQ5k/s72-c/P1010559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-4404335542026993368</id><published>2008-06-12T18:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:40:15.642+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The MosQUITo Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who has not seen mosquitoes?Creatures which have existed ever since the beginning of life on earth. Whenever that was?And they have been buzzing and biting and sucking for a living.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The wars (of course they are wars, would you miss an opportunity to swat a mosquito or does the mosquito ever not want to suck your blood.) have been going on for ever. They don't work as a group though, just imagine what would happen if a bunch of warrior mosquitoes plan and attack strategic locations of the human anatomy to inflict maximum pain or the sports mosquitoes which would have human lifting competitions or the bloodoholic( constantly drinking blood ) mosquitoes which would get so bloody drunk that they would totter, fall and lie sprawled on the walls.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently I followed some mosquitoes around&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the Bzzzzzz Pubbbbbb&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Mosquito Girl(MG) (Extremely drunk) - Hey can I have one for the road?&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Mosquito Barman(MB) - What Road? There ain't no roads here.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;MG - Oh! Come on, jus get me one will ya...&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;MB - Will do if you pay your bloody debts. Just Buzz off...Till then&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;MG - arrrrgh!!! Alright!!! (Goes away in search of Bloody People)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As she is buzzing around she meets Mosquito Man. They fall in Love and the MG is asking the male to make love to her under the &lt;b&gt;"Copulate to Populate"&lt;/b&gt; scheme(Female Mosquitoes take multiple partners, Most male mosquitoes die after they lose their virginity.I can just imagine if humans had the same kind of life cycle. Funny...Funny...)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MG - I want girls, they can destroy this earth by attempting to kill all other living forms&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;MM - But I will die if I copulate with you.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;MG - Don't worry,your progeny shall populate this earth and we will eventually gain world control. You men have to sacrifice for the future of our race.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saying so MG pins down MM to the ground and hurriedly mates with him and then flies off to find food for the young ones in her. She needs blood...and she is going to get it off the next blood hoarding creature.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is in their nature to drink blood for the survival of their eggs. And we go about murdering these creatures who probably don't even see how you are bringing death upon them because of their bad eye sight.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We with our so called infinite knowledge have tried several forms to control them and kill them. Chemical warfare seems to top the list.But mosquitoes don't seem to quit, even though QUIT is  their middle name. They simply develop resistance to the various human made chemicals. The latest(At least in India) is the mini badminton bats with small electrical charges passing through them. You have probably seen people frantically waving these bats in front of them like they are playing badminton. Now with all that equipment looks like mosquitoes still have the upper hand. Yeah...just like in the movies. They mutate. Soon they will be resistant to everything even to our badminton swatting.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The worst part about mosquitoes is that they attack you on home territory. Probably they were trained by Che Guevara in guerilla warfare, O&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;Sama &lt;i&gt;rubbish&lt;/i&gt; Bin &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Laden in terrorism and by Herr Fuhrer in the "The Aryan way of life."(Fast Attacks of terror by mosquitoes with infinite levels of over-confidence.) Generally human beings can bear these attacks with just a little itchy bitchy. But sometimes these non quitters decide to bombard us with their Weapons of Mass Destruction, or a Bio Terrorist Attack. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is these attacks which lead to death if left uncared for.Mosquitoes are the reason for most number of human deaths due to an animal/insect in the world. Well is that shocking? Then please follow this blog. This is a two part series to educate people about "&lt;b&gt;The Mosquito Menace.&lt;/b&gt;" Especially in one of the most unreachable rural corners of India. &lt;b&gt;JHARKHAND.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-4404335542026993368?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/4404335542026993368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=4404335542026993368&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4404335542026993368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4404335542026993368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/06/mosquito-menance.html' title='The MosQUITo Menace'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6466729687167057687</id><published>2008-06-09T00:59:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:11.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Went, Met and Had Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/2564293592/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SE0C2xWDAVI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2jfsXJ11Wa0/s320/indiblogger+group+modified+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209823483919532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! (that's the title of the Ultimate Aerosmith Hits Album)went for the &lt;a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/bloggermeet.php?id=9"&gt;Chennai Indibloggers Meet&lt;/a&gt; and Wow!!! It was fun. I took my Handycam along and have shot almost the entire blog meet. To access the Indibloggers Chennai Meet Page Click &lt;a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/bloggermeet.php?id=9"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;First a Roll call to identify people who I supposedly know or those blogs I had visited at some point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Roll call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://merarandommusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sowmya&lt;/a&gt; - She is a very shy lady from Mumbai, I have her doing the indiblogger jig on my handycam.Will post if she let's me post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Varun - Varun and Me were the first to arrive. We came in at 1500 hrs. And we guys even introduced ourselves to the Banquet Hall guy, Vipin.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sathyanarain.com/"&gt;Sathyanarain&lt;/a&gt; - This dude pestered me for dinner. And I had to cave in to his requests. (Shucks...I am such a nice guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/"&gt;Chandrachoodan&lt;/a&gt; - "thalai" of Chennai Photowalk fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wolfsong1611.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anju Sabu&lt;/a&gt; - I really wanted to meet her and give the balli muttais, but missed her. Too bad there were other toffees in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://withnowheretogo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/a&gt; - Friendly girl and now we know her real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kiruba.com/"&gt;Kiruba&lt;/a&gt; - I could not really catch him. I have always wanted to ask him about his cycling and take some tips from him.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ada-paavi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vatsan&lt;/a&gt; - This guy knows eateries in nooks and corners of Chennai.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shillika.wordpress.com/"&gt;Shilika&lt;/a&gt; - This girl was actually threatening Satyanarain for whatever reason. But I think she is a very sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thunderror.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rohit&lt;/a&gt; - Met this guy here for the first time. He actually ditched his Maruti Swift and bloggers headed by BG got it out of the ditch for him. Got that on Video too.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joelsuganth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joel Suganth&lt;/a&gt; - A painter and photographer has amazing talent.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vodkachai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aparajith Raman&lt;/a&gt; - He blogs at Vodka Chai. I assumed he was older than what he looks. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whimsicalmind.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sandhya Rajan&lt;/a&gt; - A very sweet girl. She represents Microsoft and gave us a presentation on Windows Live Writer.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sudamshu&lt;/a&gt; - Fellow Photowalker and a nice dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now Absentee's List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(No Hall Ticket for you people. Dont ask me for which hall??? I might be forced to say Naidu Hall - Naihaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People who I wanted to meet but did not turn up.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chutneycase.com/"&gt;Chutney&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://varshamohan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanilla Vats&lt;/a&gt; - These girls were missed by almost everyone.( Why did you girls give so much build up huh!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ketaki666.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ketaki Chandrashekhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance Over. Now Start Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Lemonade's introduction, and Introduction of the Indiblogger team (they are funny), &lt;a href="http://skepticity.renieravin.com/"&gt;Renie Ravin&lt;/a&gt; told us the story of how a bottle of Old Monk Rum changed their lives(Guys, what is bottled in Old Monk is not just Rum there is enlightenment in it.)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute of Fame: You get a minute more or less, timing partner was Mummy Times with their latest model of sand clock from Egypt. A lot of people came forward and introduced themselves and their blogs, while some did not. (Were you nervous guys?) That done it was time for a much needed break. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke off for snacks and Tea and interacted with a few bloggers. Saw this dude who was clicking his way to glory. Well, I got a picture of him while he was busy shooting my pic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SE0FqYi7okI/AAAAAAAAA84/xQ0CpNBFwig/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SE0FqYi7okI/AAAAAAAAA84/xQ0CpNBFwig/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209826569639141954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Break over, I gave a small presentation on mobile blogging. Well if any one did understand thanks people and to the rest thanks for attempting to listen to it. If any one wants to moblog get in touch with me I will be glad to assist you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came in the &lt;a href="http://www.rebelz.in/"&gt;Reblz&lt;/a&gt; a theatre group, they presented a play which had us in splits. Funny one guys. The &lt;a href="http://www.rebelz.in/blog/vinodh/rebel-talk/a-sunday-with-the-bountiful-bloggers.html"&gt;Reblz have a blog and here&lt;/a&gt; is their take on the Indiblogger Chennai Meet That done we had the play by the Indiblogger team. Over... Next. A presentation by Sandhya Rajan about &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/windowslivewriter.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Microsoft's Live Writer&lt;/a&gt;. While that was being done a lot of bloggers were collecting their T-Shirts and starting to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the few who were left cheered for the Indiblogger team led by Lemonade. Then the remaining few got a group photo. And we left... Happy that we had met so many bloggers. Super Fun. Cheers!!! Let the Good times Rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: Ofcourse there were too many people and I am in the process of finding them all and will then start serial killing. *Evil Laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo : Thanks to Sathyanarain. Click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/2564293592/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (FLICKR) to see the names of people in that photo. I don't know the name of two girls. Some one Help me here please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update : For some reason my brain does not work as well as it used to. How could I forget to mention &lt;a href="http://shoonya-shoonyata.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shoonyata&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He writes amazing Poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ash-sweetscribbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashwini&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A Software Engineer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6466729687167057687?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6466729687167057687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6466729687167057687&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6466729687167057687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6466729687167057687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-met-and-had-fun.html' title='Went, Met and Had Fun'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SE0C2xWDAVI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2jfsXJ11Wa0/s72-c/indiblogger+group+modified+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-7002765935635647704</id><published>2008-06-06T09:47:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:12.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Announcements... Read on Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiblogger.in/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SEjuLjVEThI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QR2USlCNPbY/s320/IndiBlogger_Home.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208674851283553810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/2008/06/04/the-eight-chennai-photowalk/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SEjxDyWScGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZB-BveERKEs/s320/chennaiphotowalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208678016411136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcements Announcements... This is what I have made out of this blog space. This has become like the poor walls of Chennai where different political party and cinema posters are posted.Posters which shout out to the poor denizens of this city to go watch movies or to attend a party meeting. Some posters which never escape your eye are the ones which advertise for Moolam(Piles) and this particular poster has a list of other male genital related diseases which can be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am really a blah blah writer who lacks focus and makes spelling and grammatical mistakes. (Hey Why am I going off tangents...) Habit I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The Indiblogger's meet is happening this Sunday.(Finally) the meet which has been proposed by &lt;a href="http://withnowheretogo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/a&gt;, sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/en/us/default.aspx"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/a&gt;, and organized by the &lt;a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/"&gt;Indiblogger&lt;/a&gt; Team is supposed to bring bloggers together so that they can interact exchange notes, have lots of fun and ofcourse make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was questioned a few days back by a septic...oops sceptic about the relevance of blogs and why do people need to blog. Is it not a waste of time and energy which&lt;br /&gt;could probably be used for more useful activities. Should not the younger generation be going out and interacting and meeting people instead of blogging. I just had this to tell him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Why do people need education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him -&lt;/span&gt; To gain knowledge, to make money later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Those, are very interesting answers if and only if&lt;br /&gt;you are talking to someone who is painfully stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; - What do you Mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Because of the simple fact that you need none of those to have a life. And it makes me sad that you would be so ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; - Explain please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - If you think knowledge is got through education then it is a big NO. Experience is Knowledge and life is a sum of your experiences Going through life everyday, falling down, jumping with joy, being sad, loving someone dearly, hating someone fiercely. All these will add up to a life. So that when you have to leave this world, you will be a fulfilled man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; - So how is education related to blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - It is related and you have to experience it. But you being an professor can't explain why people get educated.And it is your bread and butter and jam and cheese. Why do I have to explain about the relevance of blogs and why people need to blog. Some things simply can't be explained for example If I tell someone that doing a 180kmph in my car is an exhilarating experience, how would he/she know what I wanna convey unless he/she has had a similar experience. So If you don't understand something please don't question it's relevance and why the younger generation needs to do it. Try to Experience it. And you will simply be overwhelmed  Life is very simple and things like generation gap which causes you to ask irrelevant questions is because you are scared of change. You want your children to do the same things you did. Because you think life is some kind of formula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person was actually stunned and did not know what to say. I was stunned and all I could say was "Excuse me, could you put these posters up please." And all he did was nodded his head and gave me a big smile. I hope the posters did not end up in the trash can. Because it was the Indiblogger Posters announcing the meet. WIll update once I go there and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the 8th Chennai Photowalk has been announced by &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/"&gt;Selective Amnesia&lt;/a&gt;. It is an interesting route, it's happening in the evening starting 1700hrs and it is happening on two Sundays the 15th and the 22nd of June. So come loaded with your cameras and the one with the oldest digital camera will get a special gift from me. If you are interested in taking part please leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indiblogger.in logo has been grabbed from the &lt;a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/"&gt;Indiblogger&lt;/a&gt; Website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-7002765935635647704?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/7002765935635647704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=7002765935635647704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7002765935635647704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7002765935635647704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/06/chennai-indibloggers-meet-pre-meet.html' title='Announcements... Read on Please...'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SEjuLjVEThI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QR2USlCNPbY/s72-c/IndiBlogger_Home.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-7225971189935503049</id><published>2008-06-01T00:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:12.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FIRE AND FORGET - An Evening of Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SEfvTVl5YPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/OYbSj-tdfnc/s1600-h/P1010480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SEfvTVl5YPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/OYbSj-tdfnc/s320/P1010480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394609569915122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre Concert :&lt;/span&gt; Varun and I were one of the first guys at the hall.(I believe in punctuality.)The show started an hour late, we guys shot some pictures while the group was testing their equipment.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CONCERT :&lt;/span&gt; Lets jazz it all up. Yes I am sitting in the Ball Room at the Taj Coramandel listening to some awesome soul stirring jazz music by &lt;a href="http://www.julienlourau.com/"&gt;Julien Lourau&lt;/a&gt;. Am enjoying the evening.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julien is a musician who knows his audience. Really amazing music.And the snippets he tells us in between his music is truly captivating. The show is called "Fire and Forget" it's organised by Taj Coramandel in association with &lt;a href="http://www.af-madras.org/"&gt;Alliance Francaise of Madras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Concert :&lt;/span&gt; Fire and Forget is about how the British Fire missiles and then forget about them. Really awesome music for these war filled times. It is a known fact that the French are not really fond of the British. He even has a song which is titled "Messieurs les anglais, tirez les premiers" (Hey english men, you fire first) This is what Napoleon had to say while fighting the numerous wars with the British.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the End :&lt;/span&gt; He did what every true artist does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Left the audience wanting for more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.:&lt;/span&gt; The Band Members&lt;br /&gt;Julien Lourau - Saxaphone&lt;br /&gt;Eric Lohrer - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Sylvain Daniel - Double Bass&lt;br /&gt;Garcia Bruno - Drums&lt;br /&gt;Bojan Z - Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-7225971189935503049?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/7225971189935503049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=7225971189935503049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7225971189935503049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7225971189935503049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/06/fire-and-forget-evening-of-jazz.html' title='FIRE AND FORGET - An Evening of Jazz'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SEfvTVl5YPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/OYbSj-tdfnc/s72-c/P1010480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-7006395710485921327</id><published>2008-05-26T20:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:12.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Sunday Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SD5H-pHE0HI/AAAAAAAAA7U/KZwm6TaSw-E/s1600-h/2532600601_f7218ca4f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SD5H-pHE0HI/AAAAAAAAA7U/KZwm6TaSw-E/s320/2532600601_f7218ca4f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205677360799862898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking by itself is something I sincerely hate, but given good company or a camera or good music I can walk for hours together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing great to do on Sunday morning (I woke up at 0500hrs) I decided to take a walk, a walk which would cover Napier's Bridge, Chepauk Palace, Madras University, Parthasarathy Temple, Presidency College, Kannagi Statue, The War Memorial, Fort St. George and finally St. Mary's Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I overdid the walk. But what's life without some whims and fancies. I now have about 200 photos from the walk. Which I enjoyed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Wondering if I should buy a bicycle and then call these sessions "Photocycling." Or if I should get my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zenit_%28camera%29"&gt;Zenit E SLR&lt;/a&gt; fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall I am a man of limited means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-7006395710485921327?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/7006395710485921327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=7006395710485921327&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7006395710485921327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7006395710485921327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-sunday-walk.html' title='The BIG Sunday Walk'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SD5H-pHE0HI/AAAAAAAAA7U/KZwm6TaSw-E/s72-c/2532600601_f7218ca4f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6635093204744528753</id><published>2008-05-21T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:13.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Customer (S)Care" The Funny "Nano Short" Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For some reason I have been made to believe that I can write in English. Well that's blasphemy by itself. Now I also believe that I can Write and Act in a French Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 Weeks back my A2 Level Teacher Mme Gisele at &lt;a href="http://www.af-madras.org/"&gt;Alliance Francaise de Madras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told that we as a class have to do something for the Fete de l'ete (The Summer Festival) at the AFM. So the class decided to do a play and I for reasons beyond my control and understanding wrote a rough play in English. (It was so rough that I actually scraped my elbow while writing it. Read &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kumarbac/TheFunnyPlay/photo#5202781462391757522"&gt;Page 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kumarbac/TheFunnyPlay/photo#5202781501046463202"&gt;Page 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kumarbac/TheFunnyPlay/photo#5202781531111234290"&gt;Page 3&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kumarbac/TheFunnyPlay/photo#5202781556881038082"&gt;Page 4&lt;/a&gt; of the play - English Version ) Anyways... We managed to translate that to French with the help of Mme Gisele of course and went on to decide who would play which part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SDOy4a3ZGqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zRA_gLQm1jg/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202698676897127074" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SDOy4a3ZGqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zRA_gLQm1jg/s320/P1010086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what we decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer 1 Siddarth&lt;br /&gt;Customer 2 Catherine&lt;br /&gt;The Security Guard The Pseudonym,(Yeah that's me people)&lt;br /&gt;The Manager InbaShekhar&lt;br /&gt;The Service Representative Gomati Shankar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tonnes of fun practising for the play. Though after 3 days of getting our lines, the intonation and placement right we figured out that the play just lasted for 2mins and 15 seconds. So while I asked people to slow their dialogue delivery Siddarth came up with "French is a Fast Language" though I was bursting to tell "Well but we ain't French, are we?" I did not because Siddarth is the kid of the class and damn near brilliant.(He did get on my nerves once though by going yippity yippity yap.) So we added some lines and worked some more till we were quite satisfied with the end result. We were going to take centre stage for exactly 3 minutes on The D - Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to introduce two very important characters who helped us during the play. Latha was going to be the Narrator and Divya was going to prepare the Boards and Signs that we needed.( Though there was no news from Divya and no Sign from Heaven that she was going to turn up 30 minutes after the actual play with the boards, So Siddarth and Inbashekhar were given the responsibility of making the Boards and the Signs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SDOzXK3ZGrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hWXb5fmIqHs/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202699205178104498" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SDOzXK3ZGrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hWXb5fmIqHs/s320/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we enacted the play at around 1815 hrs on Friday the 16th at the Alliance Francaise Open Air Theater, to the background score of Chennai Traffic on College Road and with failed microphones. It lasted somewhere in the vicinity of 3 minutes. And we got some of Catherine's friends to hold the Title board for us. Thanks Kiddos. As usual I forgot to get their names...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Well I should say we were indeed lucky. We breezed in and out of centre stage, our audience was primarily kids, and I don't think anyone understood us. We were all happy that we were not treated to rotten eggs and tomatoes. Though no one clapped for us either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing during our so called practice sessions we ate and drank a lot of stuff from Yusuf's "La Cantine" at the Alliance Francaise. His Cakes are simply amazing. Check them out if you are a foodie. Try Saturdays. Other days you can hardly reach beyond the canteen doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLmyyXg_NCY"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; to watch a voiceless us chatting away to glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6635093204744528753?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6635093204744528753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6635093204744528753&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6635093204744528753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6635093204744528753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/customer-scare-funny-nano-short-play.html' title='&quot;Customer (S)Care&quot; The Funny &quot;Nano Short&quot; Play'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SDOy4a3ZGqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zRA_gLQm1jg/s72-c/P1010086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-4331823051326577995</id><published>2008-05-20T21:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:38:34.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Disappear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have not visited blogs, &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;I have not written here&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Why you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;None I will say&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flickr took some Time,&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;My Work, Neglected&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Looked at me sore&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Ready to yell it's lore.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But still, I could not stop thinking&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Of my Blog waiting,&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;To get me On The Altar&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;And to Sacrifice me some more.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have too many works in progress, Suffered some bad health, Wrote and enacted a super short play, Been busy... a Busy Bee at Work. **sigh!!!** My Life...&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-4331823051326577995?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/4331823051326577995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=4331823051326577995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4331823051326577995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4331823051326577995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-disappear.html' title='I Disappear...'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-750513947125044104</id><published>2008-05-13T19:37:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:13.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mylapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santhome Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai Photowalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kapaleeswarar Temple'/><title type='text'>The Seventh Chennai Photowalk The Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for the Seventh Chennai Photowalk on Sunday. It was loads of fun because&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SCmnSK3ZFLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7CjtaJHoTAk/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SCmnSK3ZFLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7CjtaJHoTAk/s320/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199871175372117170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. We started early. 0600 hrs on Sunday was quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;2. There were people around us and it feels nice when there is so much activity.The kind of people I saw was so varied.(Like the Maami wearing Saree and shoes and taking her routine morning walk)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;3. This time my cousins Ajay and Aishwarya joined me.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Took some nice pictures.( &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/sets/72157604995045721/"&gt;Click Here &lt;/a&gt;for The Photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I really like the thatha(&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2318/2481827597_616e82cb3a.jpg"&gt;oldman with intense stare, lighting a cigarette&lt;/a&gt;),the one where &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2482652472_a0098f3016.jpg"&gt;Santhome Basilica has a Halo&lt;/a&gt; .(Oh!!!it is just the Sun), and the &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2482651464_b38e525ded.jpg"&gt;Photo of MTC's 12B Bus Service&lt;/a&gt;.(I almost got runover taking that photo) and of course &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2209/2482648428_0f8f9cb873.jpg"&gt;the homeless old lady&lt;/a&gt;, really touched a nerve.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the most interesting part was that we were joined by two really wonderful people. PriyaBabu and her friend. They are actually Aravanis (Transexuals). It is such a tough life for them. But they live it with a smile. And we had a wonderful conversation. Was so engrossed in the conversation I forgot to capture them with the oldest digital camera in the photowalk.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If anyone wants to help them in any form do leave a comment and I will pass on their contact information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dilipm/sets/72157604963426985/"&gt;Dilip&lt;/a&gt; has some really good Pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am Still figuring out Flickr Options!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another Sunday well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Picture Courtesy &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kunaldaswani/"&gt;Kunal Daswani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://bitterscotch.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bitter Scotch&lt;/a&gt; for pointing out "The lack of courtesy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-750513947125044104?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/750513947125044104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=750513947125044104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/750513947125044104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/750513947125044104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventh-chennai-photowalk_13.html' title='The Seventh Chennai Photowalk The Photos'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SCmnSK3ZFLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7CjtaJHoTAk/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-4523437545980776305</id><published>2008-05-04T11:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:10:21.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai Photowalk'/><title type='text'>The Seventh Chennai Photowalk</title><content type='html'>The next Chennai Photowalk is happening on May 11th 2008 and the news is it starts at 0600hrs. The Route is from Mylapore's &lt;a href="http://www.mylaikapaleeswarar.com/English/Index.htm"&gt;Kapaleshwarar Temple&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.santhomebasilica.com/"&gt;The Basilica of National Shrine of St. Thomas&lt;/a&gt;(Santhome Church!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original Invitation from the guy with &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/"&gt;Selective Amnesia&lt;/a&gt; can be accessed &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/2008/05/03/the-seventh-chennai-photowalk/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk is tonnes of fun. So wanna join, just be there. No joining fees, no club membership needed, no cameras needed(though if you bring a digital camera thats older than my &lt;a href="http://www.olympus.co.uk/consumer/29_C-310_ZOOM.htm"&gt;Olympus&lt;/a&gt; I will buy you breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.saravanabhavan.com/"&gt;Saravana Bhavan&lt;/a&gt;) just turn up at 0600Hrs on Sunday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Previous Photowalk Photos Click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/sets/72157604510009742/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conditions Apply for the Oldest Digital Camera Contest. Just Leave a Comment if you'd like to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-4523437545980776305?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/4523437545980776305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=4523437545980776305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4523437545980776305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4523437545980776305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventh-chennai-photowalk.html' title='The Seventh Chennai Photowalk'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6067697539489227466</id><published>2008-04-29T10:07:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:14.659+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrificed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At The Altar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MNC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Nokia - Conning People The Nokia 1108 Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyone can buy a white elephant,&lt;br /&gt;But keeping it white takes a lot of effort!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So said some clever guy. So while you wonder why I am saying things like &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.co.in/%20-"&gt;Nokia&lt;/a&gt;, Conning and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_elephant"&gt;White Elephant&lt;/a&gt; I realized I am crow shitting you people. I am just saying a bunch of crap, let me get to the point...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBazXzYfJqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/41gxZrXaQEM/s1600-h/Nokia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBazXzYfJqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/41gxZrXaQEM/s320/Nokia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194536441729722018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my Very &lt;a href="http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-moblog.html"&gt;FIRST POST&lt;/a&gt;, you will realise that I blog from the comfort of my Mobile Phone. Anywhere kind of blogging.(I've become senile, so I have to write things down immediately, lest... forgot what I had to say,am definitely senile) The phone is a &lt;a href="http://europe.nokia.com/A4142030"&gt;NOKIA 9300 Co&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://europe.nokia.com/A4142030"&gt;mmunicator&lt;/a&gt;. Fans of the Communicator Series will realise this is a true blue business phone. And my life revolves around this dude.  Anyways... even though he is a trusty phone, because of my non existent handling skills, he is all cracked up physically. Mentally he is as fit as a cat with who can smell the difference between &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parmesan_cheese"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camembert_%28cheese%29"&gt;Camembert&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ricotta"&gt;Ricotta&lt;/a&gt; cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I decided to find how much I would have to shell out to fix him up. Meanwhile my Grandfather's &lt;a href="http://www.nokia-asia.com/A4416700"&gt;Nokia 1108&lt;/a&gt; had run into troubled waters.(No....Not Water Logging, Just Not Powering On) So had to fix his phone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBa0UTYfJrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5dyzOXa5vyM/s1600-h/Nokia+Care+Logo.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBa0UTYfJrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5dyzOXa5vyM/s320/Nokia+Care+Logo.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194537481111807666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;Place : Nokia Care, Mount Road Opp Anand Theatre&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time : Noon, April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to try Tanglish. i.e. Tamizh written in English. An English Translation is available in brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk in to the store I am stopped by a security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; - Enna vennum saar???(what do you want saar???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Neenga dhan vennum.(I want you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; - Saar vilayadadheenga.(Saar don't play with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Hayyo... hayyo... Mobile repair shopla edhukaga varuvanga???(Why do people come to a Nokia mobile service centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; - Mobile repair pannava??? (To fix a Nokia Mobile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Ayyo, En Kaelveeku, maru kaelviya? Enna Kodumai Saar Idhu. (You are questioning my question???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; - Enna Phone model?(Which Phone Model?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - (Showing him my grandfathers phone)Nokia 1108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; - Saari saar idha laan inga repair pannamaatum. (Saari saar, we don't repair this model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Oh anna, neenga meesai mayilsamy and also repair rangasamya...???(So dude, you are Moustache Mayilsamy and Repair Rangasamy???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; - Illa naan security gawd mattum dhan... Indhanga unga number cheetu...Appadi poyi ukarunga (No I am just a security Guard...Here is your numbered ticket...Please sit there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I grabbed the numbered ticket and got a seat. And I started chanting "Mera Number kab aayega???" and presto I was called within 5 minutes... Kind of surprised with the efficiency of the system they had in this place. But...Then...&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now another guard at another door examined the ticket given by the first guard. I think they have tried something something like a cinema hall. Someone issues a ticket. Then one guy checks it and let's you in and helps you settle in a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG2&lt;/span&gt; - Saar Counter Number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; Wokay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I am sitting in counter number 4 which apparently looks like a place where I would probably sell drugs to hardcore druggies.  And I am sitting face to face with a service representative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Yes saar how can I help you? (after that question she was talking to her neighbour and fixing some night lamp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - hmmmm Indha phone ON aga matingidhu...( This phone is not powering ON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;She just continues doing her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBawYTYfJpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g6uJTLCD7ms/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBawYTYfJpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g6uJTLCD7ms/s320/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194533151784773266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Yes saar How can I help you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - (Thinking) Should I take her trip starting now, Naah probably she is distracted... Don't lose your temper dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Oh Phone ON aga matingidhu.(Phone is not powering On)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Oh Indha modela saar. (Oh... this Model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(And snatches the phone from my hand with a smirk on her face. Ofcourse it is the poor Nokia 1108.)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she asks her neighbour. Do we repair this model. For which she gets a "Yes but it will be treated as out of warranty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Saar repair panna Rs 600 aagum and 15days minimum aagum... (It will cost you 600 Rs and 15 days to fix it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Ok... But what exactly is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR &lt;/span&gt;- Saar neenga dhan phone On aagilaenu soneenga.(Oh you told me it is not powering on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me -&lt;/span&gt; Yeah I know what I said. But nee eppadi ma conclusionuku vandha...???(But how did you come to the conclusion...???) about Rs 600 and 15 days minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Illa saar...(No saar...) this is the normal procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - (Thinking) This female is just bull shitting me.She has no clue about what to do. Her trip starts now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;- Wokay let me help you. Will you check the battery please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Oh OK saar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;Now she turns to her neighbour again and asks for a test battery, which she fixes in the phone and switches it on and Voila!!! The phone does turn on. WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Is it still gonna take 15 days? Aama indha phoneukku speciala Nokia la battery pannuveengala??? Would you kindly emboss my name on that battery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR &lt;/span&gt;- No saar just change the battery. OK saar... (With a gigglish voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Adhu evalavu aagum???(How much will that cost???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR&lt;/span&gt; - Rs 600 saar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Oh is it like take anything for 600 Rs...Strange. OK but is this battery good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR &lt;/span&gt;- No sir, it has gone bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;- Idhu Phone repair Centrea, illa Josiyum centrea...(Is this a phone repair centre or do you guys crystal gaze?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SR &lt;/span&gt;- Enna solreenga saar...?(What are you saying saar...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Oh you are making a lot of predictions... (At this point I should have walked away from that place...But....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be Contd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fonearena.com/nokia-1108_40.html" target="_top"&gt;www.fonearena.com/&lt;wbr&gt;nokia-1108_40.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6067697539489227466?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6067697539489227466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6067697539489227466&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6067697539489227466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6067697539489227466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/nokia-conning-people.html' title='Nokia - Conning People The Nokia 1108 Story'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SBazXzYfJqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/41gxZrXaQEM/s72-c/Nokia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-8758027799126816372</id><published>2008-04-25T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:52:58.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is It really Bye Bye Hoardings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Hoardings have been part of the Chennai Skyline With some really good advertisements on them. Some of these hoardings have created hell for some people.(Like Me) Everyday on my way home and to office I encounter this ad for Moksha, whose tagline is "For Beautiful People..."&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So the clever fellow that I am, decided to visit Moksha because it was like a guarantee that I was gonna meet beautiful people. But I guess people who shop there THINK they are beautiful, afterall beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Since my arms did not wanna behold any of them I decided they ain't beautiful. Moreover I am kind of half blind so I give a rats ass about beautiful women. &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;When a group of people decided that Ms. Rai Bachan and Ms.Sen should represent India at the Ms. World and Ms. Universe (What's the difference????) contests, I was wondering if I could sponsor the flower seller lady who delivered flowers everyday and the Maami's daughter living next door. After all we live in a country where everyman's ideal women should be a looker like Ms.Rai but with brains of a hen. But it is a fact that Most Indian women are dark and that's what is beautiful about them.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Why do men want Slim, Fair, Beautiful, Convent educated girls and why do women ask for NRI/Foreign settled, Handsome,Tall men. Most... Hmmmmmm yeah, this post was supposed to be about hoardings. I really got carried away. Lack of focus I should say. &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So a lot of these hoardings have been removed and now I live in a new city. A city I've never seen sans hoardings.I was shocked to know that people were dying because of these hoardings being bought down. People who have little, tend to be wanting for money and this has led to their end of days while scavenging for steel/iron from these "bought down to their knees" hoardings. So now what happens to the people who fixed these hoardings. They will be looking for alternate ways to earn their money. Cleaning the buildings which were hidden behind these hoardings could be part of the solution. Apparently these hidden buildings seem to have forgotten to paint their walls. Music Academy and Church Park School can actually be seen from outside their walls now.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Wonder when we will have clean walls, free from posters about political parties and their thanni parties. Wonder when marriages will stop putting up larger than life images of the couple. Now, why are we advertising marriages? Well it is probably an open invitation for people to partake in the marriage feast.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Someone started this entire advertising on hoardings and it has been religiously followed by the monkeys.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Wonder what life would be like if we had monkeys in Chennai? Would they miss the hoardings???&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-8758027799126816372?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/8758027799126816372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=8758027799126816372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/8758027799126816372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/8758027799126816372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-really-bye-bye-hoardings.html' title='Is It really Bye Bye Hoardings?'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-7314519868657370544</id><published>2008-04-23T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:30:17.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I write poems?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I was leafing through my &lt;B&gt;Book of Ideas&lt;/B&gt;(Yes, such a book Exists in my Private Library) and to my surprise I found these lines written on one of the pages. The handwriting is mine, though I don't remember when this happened... But still...&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 1&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;There are no Heavens&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;There are no Hells&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;No Judgement Days&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Let Yourself Be.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 2&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I Love her&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Hate her too&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;She drives me&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Vibes with me&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;She ain't mine&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;But we still go on&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;And On&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;And On&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 3&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;You know nothing&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;You own nothing&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;You emerged from nothingness&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So You Come&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So you Go.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 4&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I dreamt of Riches&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I dreamt of Bitches&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I wasn't living a Life&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I was living a dream.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 5&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I and My&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Send them through the Sky&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Know What You are...&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Don't desire to kill your Desires.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 6&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So much Silence&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;It just gets to me&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;No Rumbles, No Noises&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Just Silence&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;And it's simply too much.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Poem 7&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I asked my mind to&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Quieten Down please&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;It simply would'nt&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Too much on the outside.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;But...&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;That's not what I want&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I wanna quieten down&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;From Within.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Well I don't know if I am allowed to call this poetry. It just looks like lines I just put together.I am trying hard to recollect how this happened.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Looks like I have 3 personalities in one body. Freaky... One is the Nameless Blogger. Second is the Poet and the third is the Money Maker. The Blogger and the Money Maker are friends but no one knows about the poet,Just the poems... &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-7314519868657370544?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/7314519868657370544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=7314519868657370544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7314519868657370544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/7314519868657370544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-write-poems.html' title='I write poems?'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-3893776286027300910</id><published>2008-04-16T17:55:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:50:04.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In The Summer Time</title><content type='html'>This is my first TAG... And I found it Very Hard and Tough.But I persisted and Have made my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged a long time back BY &lt;a href="http://www.rofl.co.in/"&gt;ROFL&lt;/a&gt; .This is the message he left as a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;roflin onne tag panniyachu .. I hope that's how you say it..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you've been tagged at &lt;a href="http://www.rofl.co.in/"&gt;www.rofl.co.in&lt;/a&gt;.. yeppadi? :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a brave attempt at Tamil Written in English. A skill I've failed at miserably. My Cousin Sister inds it funny and she says I should make an effort to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ROFLIN I have done it. Not A TAG VIRGIN Any More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taillines Today&lt;/span&gt; : So Mr. Nameless What was it like losing your Tag Virginity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nameless&lt;/span&gt; : Oh Just as I said Before "This is my first TAG... And I found it Very Hard and                                 Tough.But I persisted and Have made my way through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taillines Today&lt;/span&gt; : Do You Have Anything else to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nameless&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah you freakos. Stop making Sensations out of Nothing. It ain't a skill. It is A Kill...&lt;br /&gt;                  And I would like to TAG  &lt;a href="http://rosemilkinabottle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gayatri&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://jammindudleybouy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gangsta Markiv&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ketaki666.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/a&gt; and I will fight for World Peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules are Simple&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iPod (or other source of music) on shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Start Music... Dan danaka daka daka daka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “If someone says ‘Is this okay?’, you say?”&lt;br /&gt;Time - Hootie and the Blowfish " - Whatever they will make out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “What would best describe your personality?”&lt;br /&gt;Not The One - Collective Soul - Yeah I am not the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “What do you like in a guy/girl?”&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman Theme - Aerosmith - Hmmmmmm Not a Spidey Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “How do you feel today?”&lt;br /&gt;That Don't Impress me Much - Shania Twain - Yeah Nothing impresses me these days I am becoming a Slave Driver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “What is your life’s purpose?”&lt;br /&gt;Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams - Well I love listening to the song Was born 10 years later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “What is your motto?”&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Never Dies - Theme Music - Why would it Die...Afterall Time and Tide wait for No One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “What do your friends think of you?”&lt;br /&gt;Aum Namah Shivayah - Alms for Shanthi - IS that what they think of me.I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “What do you think of your parents?”&lt;br /&gt;Jaded - Aerosmith - No Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “What do you think about very often?”&lt;br /&gt;I'm With You - Avril Lavigne. - And Who is You. Shucks... Looks there should have been a you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “What is 2+2?”&lt;br /&gt;LIES - Diana King - That's right whatever the answer it is a LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. “What do you think of your best friend?”&lt;br /&gt;In The End - Linkin Park - They Will be there right there at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. “What do you think of the person you like?”&lt;br /&gt;We Will Rock You - Queen Yeah I really wanted to Rock Her... Till I realised... What did I realise????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. “What is your life story?”&lt;br /&gt;Funeral in Carpathia - Cradle of Filth - Am I gonna Die.Though Till now it has been more of a Funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal - Alien Ant Farm - Imagine my business Card Reads The Pseudonym - Smooth Criminal kewl with a Capital K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. “What do you think when you see the person you like?”&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I do it for you. Who is this that I like? I generally Hate Everyone... Just Kidding.... Totally Dedicated to Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. “What do your parents think of you?”&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' Jiggy With it.  That I am Jiggy,Squigly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. “What will you dance to at your wedding?”&lt;br /&gt;Runaway - The Corrs Will not be Dancing, Will be Busy Running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. “What will they play at your funeral?”&lt;br /&gt;Burning Bridges - Collective Soul Should it Not be More Like Burning The Nameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. “What is your hobby/interest?”&lt;br /&gt;St. Anger - Metallica Hmmmmm Interesting Hobby...Especially when you make a Saint out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. “What is your biggest secret?”&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Slept in Sodom - Cradle of Filth Hmmmmm...... No Comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. “What do you think of your friends?”&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Sunrise - The Eagles Hah!!!! Yeah most of them can drink round the clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. “What should you post this as?”&lt;br /&gt;In The Summer Time - Shaggy - How apt for this Freakin' Hot Weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://del.icio.us/feeds/js/networkbadge/kumarbac?name;icon" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-3893776286027300910?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/3893776286027300910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=3893776286027300910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/3893776286027300910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/3893776286027300910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-first-tag.html' title='In The Summer Time'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-9093547069010242281</id><published>2008-04-15T02:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:19:20.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes and Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;My Birthday is around the corner and there is a significance about the date. Yes thats right. Well that was the day the worlds greatest evil genius was born.... If, you know who it is then Claps... And a pat on the back. If not, you need to really brush up your General Knowledge... &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I have a secret wish that no one knows of, atleast until now...I want to be a dictator. ( Till date I don't even dictate to a secretary, I do my own correspondence ) "So what can you do for this country?" you ask.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Here is a list of things that would happen...&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;UL&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;Police will be made to run and the corrupt ones shot all the way to hell. Courtesy Indian Army which will be under my command.  &lt;LI&gt;Bus Drivers, Auto Drivers, Motorcyclists, Cyclists, Pedestrians breaking traffic rules and not respecting the fellow citizen will be dipped head first in hot wax and the hair waxed off their head.  &lt;LI&gt;Only educated people will be allowed to enter politics and they will have to work their way to the top. They will start from being a clerk at my office.  &lt;LI&gt;Terrorists will be given a packet of Original Thirunelveli Halwa and be asked to join the army as jawans, those who resist would be dipped head first in hot wax.   &lt;LI&gt;Corrupt Officials would get a Citizens Arrest ( If there are citizen journalists then why not citizens arrest? )  &lt;LI&gt;Farmers would really have their debts paid off but they will have to shift their way of farming and use the earthworm to plough the soil. Ox will not plough the fields they will help in drawing water from wells.  &lt;LI&gt;Some villages still beat women, strip them naked and do all kinds of shit, such villages will be razed to the ground. if people can't stand up for their fellow citizen they are not fit to live.  &lt;LI&gt;Wife Beaters, Child Molesters,Rapists, Drug Dealers Kidnappers, Dada, Underworld, Overworld, Picha Pakiris, Zam Bazzar Jakku's, Saidapettai Kokku's would be pardonned and given a chance to join the police those who resist will be given a molten steel bath...  &lt;LI&gt;People who want to leave this country and become NRI's and eventually give birth to PBCD(Phoren Born Confused Desi) can gladly do so. But please leave with some dignity. Don't be forced to stand on platforms and beg for a Visa from some colorless ass.  &lt;LI&gt;Prostitution will be made legal.And yes Service Tax will be applicable.  &lt;LI&gt;Police will be on high alert, incase Jack the Ripper Strikes again.  &lt;LI&gt;The judicial system will be fast tracked and if a case goes for appeal to a higher court of law then the judge who gave the judgement in the lower court will be given imposition and placed under the watchful eye of BIG Brother.  &lt;LI&gt;Some news channels giving live news like Ms Karaana Kapoom is brushing her hair, cleaning her dog, drinking juice, eating food etc will be banned and their thumbs removed for good.  &lt;LI&gt;People who urinate on roads will be castrated, as the thought of without the hanging there can be no banging is unthinkable.  &lt;/UL&gt;  &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Any attempts to assasinate me will be received well. But remember that at any given point I will have 5 people impersonating me. Ofcourse if you fail I will give you three more lives and make a game out of you. &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Some facts about me.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;1. I claim to be a vegetarian.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;2. I used to have a Labrador named Hobbes and I used to play Calvin with him.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;3. I don't understand the idea of marriage.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;4. Drawing,Sketching, Painting,Photography,Swimming used to be my favourite activities.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;5.I don't follow Cricket, Infact I don't follow any game.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;6.I play Tennis and love the game to bits&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;7.I have ideas which can probably be funded only by the richest man in the world.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;8.I don't pay alms to child beggars.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;9.I don't pity anyone.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;10. I have great friends, some as crazy as me.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;11. I never wanted to leave this country.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;12. I love anything blue.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;13. I don't like cats.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;14. I am a chocolate addict&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;14.5. I am turning double that number this year&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;15 I forget to wish people on their birthdays and anniversaries.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I do welcome gifts in any form. Just leave a comment and I will collect it from you personally. Don't forget it is April 20th.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;"Self Publicity is Best Publicity"&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-9093547069010242281?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/9093547069010242281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=9093547069010242281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/9093547069010242281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/9093547069010242281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-wishes-and-dreams.html' title='Birthday Wishes and Dreams'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6140685818901086926</id><published>2008-04-13T15:36:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:14.922+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRTS Station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIDEL Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sixth Chennai Photowalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai Photowalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The 6th Chennai Photowalk  - The Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SAHiUjrADQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eoR_dwg8mlI/s1600-h/P1013380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SAHiUjrADQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eoR_dwg8mlI/s320/P1013380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188677088508382466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16514215@N08/2409185479/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16514215@N08/2409185479/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow!!! I just got back from the Sixth Chennai Photowalk(The Photos I clicked are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/sets/72157604510009742/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;). It was amazing not just because of the photos you take or the people you meet. It is an awesome experience because of the amount of fun you have and you do it at your own pace. (Did you know that Adam Sandler has sung a song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNjKDXfo1eE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"At a Medium Pace"&lt;/a&gt;? Only for the open Minded though). Everything was so cool the walk, the hassle by the cops, the people I met and of course the photo taking part itself. The weather was the only uncool factor actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways the chennai photowalk has gained a lot of momentum and It feels good to just have fun in the sun. It reminded me of summer holidays during school when I would aimlessly roam the streets of Chennai in the hot sun. In fact I even met up with one of my old neighbours from Egmore, Aravind. Small World as he put it. There were &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/"&gt;Chandrachoodan&lt;/a&gt;, Jai, &lt;a href="http://aadisht.net/"&gt;Aadisht&lt;/a&gt;, Vikram, Varun, Anand, Gayathri and lots and lots of people. By the time we were through with the walking and talking and photo taking we were so freakingly tired we had to take the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_Rapid_Transit_System_%28Chennai%29"&gt;MRTS&lt;/a&gt; (Mass Rapid Transport System) from Thiruvanmiyur to Kasturba Nagar. ( I was relieved to see my rickety old car still in place and not molested by any crooks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people decided to head back home. But there were 6 famished people and we decided to eat at Anokhi's on Chamiers Road. So Fun and Food is such a deadly combo I am just gonna hit the bed nooooooowwwwwww............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atthealtar/sets/72157604510009742/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; for the Photos&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2415068141_c8386cbb03_b.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; for the News Article in Deccan Chronicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Coming Up : What!!!! I can't take pictures of my City?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6140685818901086926?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6140685818901086926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6140685818901086926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6140685818901086926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6140685818901086926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/6th-chennai-photowalk-photos.html' title='The 6th Chennai Photowalk  - The Photos'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/SAHiUjrADQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eoR_dwg8mlI/s72-c/P1013380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-2818169872201116730</id><published>2008-04-10T21:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:53:03.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I wanted to name this post Procrastination but was too lazy to type those letters out... Hmmm But I did actually end up typing it out. Lazy and now stupid. Well what do I say? I was checking out all the blogs that I have started to type out, but have actually not posted. I have about 20 posts in the making. &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I don't know what to say... My 5th class Teacher Dolly David once told my mother "Your son is such a gentleman. But he is a very lazy fellow." My mom said "Oh madam, even when he was a kid he would be on his own, reading. He is as you said LAZY, and very anti social."&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So the traits were there even when I was a baby. Why get agitated about what people have to say? Be lazy, it is the most selfish, self-centred thing you can do. But we have to be selfish to stay alive in the short term. Well if you wanna be an immortal, feel free to mail me at kumarbac [at] gmail [dot] com.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Should be back to lazing and continue being selfish. BYE!!!&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-2818169872201116730?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/2818169872201116730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=2818169872201116730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/2818169872201116730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/2818169872201116730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-8497131708948605594</id><published>2008-04-04T20:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:51:35.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6th Chennai Photowalk _ Starting on OMR</title><content type='html'>I kept reading about &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/"&gt;Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan&lt;/a&gt; from so many blogs and I have been reading his posts for about 3 Weeks now.And I do indeed find them very interesting. So when he called this month to take up our cameras and then go crazy on Old Mahabalipuram Road Starting at Madhya Kailash, I decided I gotta be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be walking the walk and clicking the clicks. A Sunday that's gonna be spent well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on April 13th 2008 starts at 0800hrs as of now. I will be there on time. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Read Chandroo 's post announcing the Photowalk &lt;a href="http://www.selectiveamnesia.org/2008/04/03/the-sixth-chennai-photowalk/#comment-21143"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet You All there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-8497131708948605594?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/8497131708948605594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=8497131708948605594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/8497131708948605594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/8497131708948605594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/6th-chennai-photowalk-starting-on-omr.html' title='6th Chennai Photowalk _ Starting on OMR'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-4288876498210254494</id><published>2008-04-02T20:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:45:21.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me - Conked... Zonked... Tonked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So what's this conked word got to do with Me.  I know... People who look chronically stoned should not be described with a minion word like Conked. But the fact remains that I got conked... First it happened yesterday. Then it happened today. I have been contemplating about dialling the magic number 100 (It's magical because the call lands in a police control room, where no one hears the phone ringing because they are busy with more important things.) and tell them I am Zonked. So what happened to me... &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;'Cause of my decreasing fitness levels I decided to revive playing tennis after 11 long years. So I pulled out my Rusty... (Sorry!!) Trusty Tennis Racquet (If you are wondering about the brand... It is a Wilson Nemesis) picked up my tennis shoes and enrolled myself in the TNTA Club in Egmore. My game has become a miniscule fraction of what it used to be. Changes... My body and mind were totally unfocussed. &lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Mind - Hey that's an easy forehand stroke.Why don't you pick it up and you know where to place it.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Body - Hey you think it is easy to even reach for the shot.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Mind - Of course man.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Body - Tell you what. you go play mental tennis.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Mind - And what are you gonna do?&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Body - Those benches look comfortable, I am gonna go have a siesta.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Mind - Siesta is after a meal, usually in the afternoon.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Body - MIND your own business please. Don't teach me languages. Get lost.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;But my mind has a mind of it's own. It made my body play for 60 long minutes. I love the game so much, that I have not complained to a soul about my body Aches.(Still ain't complaining, just blogging)&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;So it is the aches that make me feel Tonked off.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-4288876498210254494?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/4288876498210254494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=4288876498210254494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4288876498210254494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4288876498210254494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-conked-zonked-tonked.html' title='Me - Conked... Zonked... Tonked...'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-5016979991277672924</id><published>2008-04-02T12:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:18:14.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yenna Daaktur Thambi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Some friends stick with you since you were a child. Some join you when you are half way through life and yet they add that extra perspective and show that they care for you, even though you are such an ass.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;My Australian Friend has left to take up permanent residency in Australia. Well he is not Aussie by birth, but he fell in love with that country and their cricket team. I was excited that he is leaving to take up residence there for the past couple of weeks that I wanted to make that movie with him. Of course I was gonna be the Director. Anyways that project never took off, probably never will.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Dai Doctor Thambi, Please take care of the white people, man. And yeah do send pics of some Good looking Aussie Chicks... Cheers Mate... And my best wishes for a great life ahead in Kangaroo Country.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-5016979991277672924?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/5016979991277672924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=5016979991277672924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/5016979991277672924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/5016979991277672924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/04/yenna-daaktur-thambi.html' title='Yenna Daaktur Thambi...'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6891476543602966790</id><published>2008-03-31T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:15.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drink Baby Drink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/R_ETL2co--I/AAAAAAAAAK0/dJrsej9ho2s/s1600-h/0330_181340-722999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/R_ETL2co--I/AAAAAAAAAK0/dJrsej9ho2s/s320/0330_181340-722999.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183945740395281378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;This picture has a zillion words to tell me. I have to organize my thoughts before putting them down. So while I do that please leave your thoughts in the comments section, ofcourse.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6891476543602966790?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6891476543602966790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6891476543602966790&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6891476543602966790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6891476543602966790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/03/drink-baby-drink.html' title='Drink Baby Drink...'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJ8LgPLmPyM/R_ETL2co--I/AAAAAAAAAK0/dJrsej9ho2s/s72-c/0330_181340-722999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-4628002139362145918</id><published>2008-03-30T22:37:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:19:47.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And They Meet - Chennai Bloggers Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Party for Chennai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; will happen on May 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008, in Chennai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;. But the exact venue has not been decided as of now. Just &lt;a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/bloggermeet.php?id=9"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to register . They have a set agenda similar to the &lt;a href="http://mutiny.in/2008/02/17/indiblogger-bloggers-meet-at-microsoft-bangalore/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bengaluru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://godyears.blogspot.com/2008/03/pune-blogger-meet-2008.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet. So being there with an open mind would definitely help. Do I have any Expectations? NO!!!! Life rocks this way... Blogs Rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record... This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; Meet has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suggested&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://withnowheretogo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-4628002139362145918?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/4628002139362145918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=4628002139362145918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4628002139362145918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/4628002139362145918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-they-met-chennai-bloggers-meet.html' title='And They Meet - Chennai Bloggers Meet'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980917176395677216.post-6485725663244988529</id><published>2008-03-23T23:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:34:39.491+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Working's at the Cinemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Life sometimes throws you funnies so fast that you really can't catch them on media. Wish I had cameras for eyes and a Solid State Drive for a Brain. It would ofcourse limit my capabilities but you got to trade something, right... It is a silly thought and it just came out of my brain.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;Was at the movies today (Sathyam Cinemas, Movie Vantage Point) As i walked in doing my funny Sunday walk (which amuses people endlessly) I found a huge crowd waiting to get into the multiplex. But the fierce looking guard was doing what he did best, give fierce menancing looks.But me being a fearless boy went upto him and presented my ticket and told him I wanted to get in... He took a look at the ticket and refused to let me in, saying that the movie is only at 1615hrs and it is just 1600 hrs, then he asked me to step aside. So, the gentleman, that I am, I stepped aside and decided to wait. The minute that decision was made the same fierce looking guard made an announcement "All Santham Ticket holders can now enter." So I went to him presented my ticket once again and asked him "You just told me seconds back that I could not enter, why would you do that?" to which he replied "Saar I can wonly give entry at currict time" I was stumped. If a down the hierarchy, fierce looking guard is seconds conscious, is he funny or is he being stupid? Whatever he is? I felt like becoming the high priest and sacrificing him &lt;B&gt;At the Altar.&lt;/B&gt; But at that moment all I did was shrug my shouders, winked at the girl who was right behind me(she thought I was blinking at her.) Later I overheard her conversing with her friend, in the lobby, about my incident with the guard and having a good laugh.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;It was then that I realised that what had just happened to me, with the guard, was a rip-off from the final scenes of Meet The Parents. The scene where Ben Stiller is made to wait at the airport boarding point.&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=LEFT&gt;I am sure that it just shows us how a professionally run organisation can be really funny, Funny as in Stupid Funny. Now I have to figure out who to send this to at Satyam Cinemas...&lt;/DIV&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1980917176395677216-6485725663244988529?l=atthealtar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/feeds/6485725663244988529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1980917176395677216&amp;postID=6485725663244988529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6485725663244988529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1980917176395677216/posts/default/6485725663244988529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthealtar.blogspot.com/2008/03/workings-at-cinemas.html' title='Working&apos;s at the Cinemas'/><author><name>The Pseudonym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02600152614223402322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17757188568541738016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>