<?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-8036433478105578893</id><updated>2009-11-02T04:19:28.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shri Incarnated</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sathya " or Truth is the one based on knowledge and rationalization. Everything else is mere "Maya" or Illusion !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-3925842455336103111</id><published>2008-07-16T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:40:04.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTITUDE</title><content type='html'>There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. "Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and had a wonderful day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "Hmm," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and had a fantastic day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a ponytail." So she did and had a really great day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This wonderful story reminded me that each day new challenges and adventures come our way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" id="pgba" &gt;&lt;b id="pgba0"&gt;To be really happy, we have to adapt, roll with the changes and embrace the adventure instead of clinging to old ways of living and to the past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This little story makes one point really clear—attitude is everything! When you begin to realize that attitude is a powerful tool, it can change your life for the better, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-3925842455336103111?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/3925842455336103111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=3925842455336103111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3925842455336103111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3925842455336103111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2008/07/attitude.html' title='ATTITUDE'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-1446312634017542884</id><published>2008-06-17T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:48:35.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasavatharam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/SFfqppmRPWI/AAAAAAAADqQ/r5q4hPwNQvA/s1600-h/Kamal_Hassan001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/SFfqppmRPWI/AAAAAAAADqQ/r5q4hPwNQvA/s200/Kamal_Hassan001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212893094966541666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating - 3 / 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to their excellent performances in past. For stars like Kamal and Rajini, expectations are sky high to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts in a pompous way with a ardent Vaishnavite punished for not saying "Om Namashivaya", but as the story progresses, you tend to say "Where is it moving now ? ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's anytime delightful to see Kamal, the epitome of versatility,  assuming multiple roles. He is a consummate artist in every sense. The role he plays and his body language become one. That is his USP. So if one were to evaluate each of these roles independently, the movie is a a decent past time if not great. But what happens when we start making food with a pre-determined fixed 10 ingredients ? We try to fix each of the ingredient somewhere, trying to make sense out of the end-product - the dish, which may or may not be tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dasavatharam &lt;/span&gt;is a similar attempt. An entirely bottom-up approach in a Software Engineer's Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend the movie for those who want to kill time. Do not expect more ! I liked Yaradi NEe Mohini better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-1446312634017542884?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/1446312634017542884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=1446312634017542884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1446312634017542884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1446312634017542884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2008/06/dasavatharam.html' title='Dasavatharam'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/SFfqppmRPWI/AAAAAAAADqQ/r5q4hPwNQvA/s72-c/Kamal_Hassan001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-4297284729736755796</id><published>2008-04-09T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:22:37.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you choose your religion ?</title><content type='html'>There was a nice thought I came across while watching Oprah's Live web event about what religion to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ages temples, vedas, churches decide on what should an individual born in this religion should and should not do. What is right and wrong for him/her. What should he/she seek in life. What procedures they should follow in day to day life etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In modern day, with so much exposure and interaction, we come across people from various cultures and religion. It is time to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grow up with a religion as a child, but&lt;b&gt; it s not the only way to reach god. It's just one of the ways.&lt;/b&gt; When you get exposed to multiple religions and cultures, you can weave your own "mala"/necklace with &lt;a itxtdid="5704564" target="_blank" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen ! important; font-weight: normal ! important; font-size: 100% ! important; text-decoration: underline ! important; padding-bottom: 1px ! important; color: darkgreen ! important; background-color: transparent ! important;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;pearls&lt;/a&gt; from different religions. In this case you have created your own set of rules to follow with your own rationale behind them. You do not force anyone and you are being open to gems/ teachings from other religions. Often we find Hindu scholars reading about other dharmas too. The reason I feel is that, being authority in their respective communities, they want to give the community the best of what's there in the world. No wonder Pope visits the mosque or Hindu gurus visit Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a nice thought to ponder upon ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-4297284729736755796?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/4297284729736755796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=4297284729736755796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4297284729736755796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4297284729736755796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-choose-religion.html' title='Can you choose your religion ?'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-3237796958804916084</id><published>2008-01-17T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:15:16.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The stale system</title><content type='html'>All of us will have spent sometime with kids, 3 - 13 years let's say. One thing we would have come across is their "WHYs" to everything we say. They love the word so much that at one point it annoys or baffles their parents tired from work or plainly bored to replying back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example as a kid when my mother used to ask me to follow certain rituals or do things certain way, she will try to answer most of my doubts), but when it came to religious activities or some disciplinary activities, probably I was &lt;a itxtdid="5205454" target="_blank" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 1px;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;stretching&lt;/a&gt; her brain too hard with my 'WHYs'. I was even being called heretic once by a relative.  In her generation &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;blind faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;l&lt;i&gt;isten to elders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was the norm. In my age, one could question, but she/he has to accept certain things without questioning (There were exceptions, but not any that I could see). I scored, gained merits and lived in accordance with a life charted out by elders, not knowing if that was the best. It did world of good, but independent thinking had a long way to get built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to this era -  I recently met some relatives and their kids. they enjoy their lives playing video &lt;a itxtdid="5007196" target="_blank" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 1px;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;, solving board games and running around. When it comes to instilling some values or habits or discipline or in case of kids growing abroad, when it comes to teaching them culture, question "WHY" pops up. I ll never blame these innocent kids. They have all rights to know and it's our responsibility to enlighten then as much as possible. At this age ( early twenties &lt;img src="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt="" title="Wink" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; ), i love watching shows like 'How it's made", " Planet Earth", " Wired Science", NGEO and DSC shows. It's simply delightful to see the mystery solved. The way our body works, the way sumo wrestlers build muscles, the way internet and related things work, the way companies make money, the way wine is made, plastic is made, paper is created and what not. Like many other women, when it appears too complex to me, i switch channels...hehe...But fortunately these shows are tailored for uninformed laymen viewers. For mechanisms inside our body or machines , they show animations, which makes them good &lt;a itxtdid="5205305" target="_blank" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 1px;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt; for the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this context I would also like to mention about this movie called 'Taare Zameen Par'. A classic example of how &lt;a itxtdid="5211269" target="_blank" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 1px;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;education&lt;/a&gt; puts boundaries to a free flowing creative thought process in kids. A very successful Forbes Billionaire pointed out the same thing ' &lt;i&gt;I had no boundaries to think, as I had no education'. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education should aim towards satisfying this scientific temper ( The hows and whys of life) and equipping people with some life skills ( for example say conflict management, money management etc). Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. A school bag as heavy as the kid itself doesn't translate to knowledge or actual wisdom. Truckload of homework for sure keeps the kid away from school. Some cope well, most do not. Their originality gets stifled. They grow into adults with the same old questions about life they always had, with thousand different answers having confused them, with opinions still pouring in and we have adults who do not know why they are here, what they were meant for, what are they best at, what interests them most. Many live a &lt;i&gt;follow the herd &lt;/i&gt;life, with never having done what they always wanted to. There is a brighter side to this picture with advent of internet, with free flow of thoughts and greater freedom, but the same old factors like competition, money and risks prevent us from having a fuller or bigger life and they have us &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"chasing mode" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;forever either to please someone or to make money ( out of need or greed) or being simply lethargic to follow our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the picture says, what if you do not make it to what you believed you could ? What will happen if all the other kids who started with you have settled and you have dedicated so many years behind this one thing you believed you could and you haven't done anything yet ? Who si ready to place belief in you, &lt;a itxtdid="5256408" target="_blank" href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; text-decoration: underline; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 1px;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;invest&lt;/a&gt; hard earned money in your eccentric dreams ? Sometime it s our own inherent motivation which decreases due to some external factors. But there is one thing that is true, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whether you believe you can or cannot, you are right"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mind thinks it cannot do it, it finds out all supporting reasons to reason out why it ll go wrong to tell itself and to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mind believes it can, it ll find out ways to do it hook or crook. new possibilities are born, new people are born, new ideas arrive. You think boundary-less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-3237796958804916084?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/3237796958804916084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=3237796958804916084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3237796958804916084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3237796958804916084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2008/01/stale-system.html' title='The stale system'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-5465572257612755776</id><published>2007-11-19T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:59:12.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise, Surprise, Surprise for Kasauti Zindagi kay lovers, here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVC40ihHloc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVC40ihHloc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found the title song on Cooltoad and other music download websites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-5465572257612755776?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/5465572257612755776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=5465572257612755776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/5465572257612755776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/5465572257612755776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/11/surprise-surprise-surprise-for-kasauti.html' title=''/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-6005139133871061840</id><published>2007-11-12T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:46:58.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E- Business</title><content type='html'>Imagine two eye balls on your computer watching everything you do. As we all know e-businesses thrive on the time they lock with the users. The more the time you are ona particular site or the more you use it, the more the money that goes into the pockets of these businesses.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's eerie sometimes. Yahoo or Google knows where I stay, what I do, what are my needs, what do I look for when I am on the internet and what is my objective, my likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;The adaptive technology brings on palette links suited to my unique personalized choices. It's like even before I google and find out stuff on internet, the links are there appearing on the top of my gmail page. Isnt that a breach of privacy. I know it s an automatic system, that looks for some repeated words in my mails and gives me back the search results, and it feels great to find exactly what you want, but it doesnt feel too great that someone knows every single thing about you, probably more than you know yourself. Probably this is what they called Agressive marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initailly it kept me wondering that in Facebook or other forum like sites, these ads are never clicked. I mean our eyes are tuned to just rip off the necessary content in the site.&lt;br /&gt;But as I write this post, I realize that they have refined over a period of time. Now I find myself clicking on those gmail links more often. Now I understand that it's because they knows me better than before to give me exactly what I want, 90% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-bay or other advertisement sites work on the same foundation. They read the customer, rip you off. But now e-bay has come with a feature, which allows you to offset the profile settings, which means you ll be a fresh customer each time you visit the site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this here  : &lt;a href="http://economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9725272"&gt;Who's afraid of Google &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-6005139133871061840?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/6005139133871061840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=6005139133871061840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/6005139133871061840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/6005139133871061840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-business.html' title='E- Business'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-2383831273629492485</id><published>2007-11-01T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:17:42.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The side of Marketing I hate</title><content type='html'>In a recent conversation with a friend, we discussed how marketing  is seen by some people as  salesman kind of work. That's myopic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous theories and statistics and a great depth in what we call marketing. In the crudest sense it appears to me as 'the art of attraction'. What would be the percentage of cases when we buy what we don't need ? How many people get confused between need and desire ? How smart are those marketing professionals in convincing that you really really need it to be complete or satiated !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the topic,'marketing' at a small scale for small business which is not so organized, makes me distrust the intentions of people. It's like' Is this why he/she being so close and concerned'. The best examples would be Quickstar and Amway products. I feel they make false promises pulling people into business and makes others move away from these people. Sometimes 'marketing' becomes a mantra for them. In the process of promoting they change themselves, lie through  their teeth and sometimes believe in 'what they sell' like they would belive their religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to seduce every family member, some turn into bakras and buy and obviously realize it was never worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely for these small business and their efforts to grow. As long as you don't propagate false philosophy/ideology it's fine. If you truly believe in the product or service you offer and see potential for it ( in terms of need or atleast desire) , still respect the space people have. Don't go persuading to the extent, that people avoid you. You haven't gained much, but have lost a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another thing practiced here in US is build public relationships. And I get extra cynical when this friendship building is way too fast against natural speed. People greet each other her and start talking especially if they belong to the same country or clan, so one often gets confused, so fast relationship building happens even in absence of marketing, which is what makes me distrust even genuine people. Some background check helps, if that s possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time someone says ' Our wavelengths match, don't they', be doubly sure, especially when you have know this person for less than an year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to see myself promoting my business, for I still need to master the art, but I would call it ' answering people why would they need it and what are the shortcomings  as well'. The objective would be "to genuinely make life easier and better" and 'money' shall be a by product.  As they always say 'it ll be a special communion of necessity and my imagination', certainly not a false necessity. Time shall stand testimony...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-2383831273629492485?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/2383831273629492485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=2383831273629492485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/2383831273629492485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/2383831273629492485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/11/side-of-marketing-i-hate.html' title='The side of Marketing I hate'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-4994612549004159719</id><published>2007-10-16T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:50:14.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skimmed Milk and more</title><content type='html'>It's a country where every thing has a low fat substitute, healthy or unhealthy the food item is low in fat, tasty or unbearable it's "fat free" slogan sells it in a big way. Although these products appear as an obvious choice to weight watchers, sometimes they psych us out.&lt;br /&gt;Back in India, I will start a protest for adulterated milk or watered milk. Here,I pay for it, knowing that it s 70% water.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the food label has become a norm. The first thing is the saturated fat content ! Thanks to these labels that we make informed choices, but ironically when we go back home our friends and relatives find a plump version of us. The only key seems to lose weight or even maintain weight seems to eat what a cow or goat eats. Yes, I write that out of frustration, which comes even before dieting. A healthy and tasty food seems to be a dream. Although there are a couple of them which satisfy these criteria, u cannot eat them on a continuous basis. Besides, it s the women of our age who food attacks first . I end it with a positive note, that there is light at the end of the tunnel, but it's at the "end".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-4994612549004159719?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/4994612549004159719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=4994612549004159719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4994612549004159719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4994612549004159719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/10/skimmed-milk-and-more.html' title='Skimmed Milk and more'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-3556642927817176258</id><published>2007-10-16T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:34:33.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A written goal ?</title><content type='html'>In a Harvard class (not a bad school - everyone on relatively equal footing at a university of that level, so a good &lt;br /&gt;test case) - the numbers are rounded - 83% of people said that they had no defined goals.  13% said they have &lt;br /&gt;goals, but didn't write them down.  Remaining 3-4% had goals and wrote them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker - the 83% were the baseline - average.  The 13% who had goals but didn't write them down made &lt;br /&gt;twice as much money than the 83%.  And the 3-4%, they made twice as much money as the 13%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-3556642927817176258?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/3556642927817176258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=3556642927817176258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3556642927817176258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3556642927817176258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/10/written-goal.html' title='A written goal ?'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-2020739922216200846</id><published>2007-10-07T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:39:36.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was</title><content type='html'>It's not restricted to movies now, I watch some really nice serials in the afternoon as well...They cheer me up during that gloomy, hot, dull and not-so-happening part of the day... With a cup of tea and few biscuits, it's complete. The shows are 'What I like about you' by Amanda Byrnes... I constantly get reminded of a friend of mine on seeing this character. She is on my buddies list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is 'Reba'. She s a 52 year old pop singer, a multi-faced personality and appears this comedy show of hers. She plays a role of single-mother staying with a big family including her husband's new wife, next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These comedy shows portray human foibless in a hilarious way...During the nights it's 'Everybody Love's Raymond'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for movies, I got to watch 'Before Sunrise' and 'Before Sunset', on recommendation by a friend. Romantic genre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the first to second, for it's freshness and sensibility.. The whole movie runs with just two people talking, talking and talking. What makes the movie nice ? The dialogue was  natural and something most of us think but few express. The term "sociological experiment"  in first movie, is not something many would try. Putting 'love' under a test was reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the quotes from the first part : &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112471/quotes"&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, which I had watched more recently,  it was the waltz that Celine sings for Jesse which I found awesome. As for the rest of the movie, the discussion is about world, it's problems etc, for which I wasnt impressed for some reason. Also I found Jesse's renewed attraction common in life of many men. Not tht I am so old or wise, but I felt nothing new or fresh about it. It s a natural reaction to have such fantasies and tending to make them true.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, the movie had a smooth flow, with the two of them reconnoitering their experiences in past 9 years..With traces of indian conservative mindset, not many can enjoy the second part. The first was best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what 'Reflection' played this weekend. &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/407953429122d4/"&gt;Mouna Ragam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-2020739922216200846?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/2020739922216200846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=2020739922216200846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/2020739922216200846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/2020739922216200846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies-last-week.html' title='The week that was'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-7532980588295572395</id><published>2007-10-01T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:54:59.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEpjIhOTBI/AAAAAAAABJI/bmpdnuWrwx0/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEpjIhOTBI/AAAAAAAABJI/bmpdnuWrwx0/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116416335228587026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The zoo at Houston, makes up for the absence of other weekend hangouts in the city, for people like me, who don't find pubs so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEjrohOS6I/AAAAAAAABIQ/n_dZnIOjTQA/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEjrohOS6I/AAAAAAAABIQ/n_dZnIOjTQA/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116409884187708322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather on Saturday was welcoming and we got a  forest like experience even in the zoo, which is located in the downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Although India has a rich habitat and numerous zoos, the maintanance of animals there is pathetic and after having seen such zoos at India, this was truly a feast to the eyes...The cloudy weather made it all the more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEkIYhOS7I/AAAAAAAABIY/uALnQTSW27o/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEkIYhOS7I/AAAAAAAABIY/uALnQTSW27o/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116410378108947378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was so cute. He/She stood up danced with those cute closed eyes and was scratching it's head with it s human like fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEkr4hOS8I/AAAAAAAABIg/vV6a8e_iM84/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEkr4hOS8I/AAAAAAAABIg/vV6a8e_iM84/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116410987994303426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the Meerkats.. Their movements are like humans. The way they respond to claps, it looked like they were trained, but simply funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEloohOS9I/AAAAAAAABIo/5YmFnGBfWOw/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEloohOS9I/AAAAAAAABIo/5YmFnGBfWOw/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116412031671356370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was an amazing plight captured by our photographer. The swiftness with which it swims was so beaaauuutiful to watch...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEmXohOS-I/AAAAAAAABIw/rzx7wItKXaw/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEmXohOS-I/AAAAAAAABIw/rzx7wItKXaw/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116412839125208034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEoDIhOTAI/AAAAAAAABJA/P7VH4j2DR78/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEoDIhOTAI/AAAAAAAABJA/P7VH4j2DR78/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116414685961145346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This orangutan, gave us a feeling of being in circus. He is young and was posing before the cameras....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEm_YhOS_I/AAAAAAAABI4/QjFrzecPIaw/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEm_YhOS_I/AAAAAAAABI4/QjFrzecPIaw/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116413522025008114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one  is taken  by me,. A 45 degree turn, rightwards would have given what I  intended ...These are the Flemingos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEpyYhOTCI/AAAAAAAABJQ/6KC3TuO0jhU/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEpyYhOTCI/AAAAAAAABJQ/6KC3TuO0jhU/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116416597221592098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEqjIhOTDI/AAAAAAAABJY/UU7n0DupH74/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEqjIhOTDI/AAAAAAAABJY/UU7n0DupH74/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116417434740214834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took more than 150 pictures, which I shall load in picassa and share..&lt;br /&gt;The link shall be updated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-7532980588295572395?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/7532980588295572395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=7532980588295572395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/7532980588295572395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/7532980588295572395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoo-at-houston-makes-up-for-absence-of.html' title='Houston Zoo'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RwEpjIhOTBI/AAAAAAAABJI/bmpdnuWrwx0/s72-c/IMG_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-1325554179848122765</id><published>2007-09-17T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:17:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Omega 3 Fatty Acids</title><content type='html'>All of us know they are good. Here is a simple post on what they are and why they are good. Also I have found a couple of sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fats are of three types.&lt;br /&gt;1. Saturated ( Single bond between carbon and hydrogen atoms)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mono unsaturated ( one double bond)&lt;br /&gt;3. Poly unsaturated ( 2 double bonds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fats are the ones which provide more calories compared to Proteins or Carbs. And we need fats for energy buiding fight diseases etc.&lt;br /&gt;To make things simple, Saturated ( Or anything tht contains the name Partially Hydrogenated oil) is bad for health in all forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one has to replace it with Mono and Poly Unsaturated fats. The latter (poly ) is not produced by body. Omega 3 Fatty acids have them. Omega 3 acids prevent a whole lot of other diseases too. They lower cholestrol, fight stress in a big way, control depression, reduce chances of heart disorder, prevent certain types of cancer, fight inflammation and irritable bowels, prevent Arthritis Osteoporosis etc.&lt;br /&gt;Among cookign oils canola oil is good source of mono and poly unsaturated fats. It has less or no saturated fat.&lt;br /&gt;Flaxseeds or Flaxseed oil, Codliver tablets are big source of Omega 3 Fatty acids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/omega-3_fatty_acids/article.htm"&gt;This carries some reseraches supporting the theory &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also read the word of caution printed here. What I have written is a jist of the matter and also something from Oprah Winfrey s show I saw today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more gyan - A blind way of keeping things on check is that eat food low in sugar, low in salt, high in fibre, high in calcium and proteins and exercise regularly. Oatmeals and cereals have high amount of vitamins we need for our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It s small incremental values which keep u healthy. A habit which gets built over time. The older self will thank you. It s exactly in the same manner as, junk food slowly kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I would like to quote what my cosuin's gradpa always says ' the lifetime of a man is not the number of days he lived, it s the number of days he has been healthy and happy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Till next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-1325554179848122765?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/1325554179848122765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=1325554179848122765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1325554179848122765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1325554179848122765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/09/omega-3-fatty-acids.html' title='Omega 3 Fatty Acids'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-2788374607465253621</id><published>2007-09-17T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:15:46.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond</title><content type='html'>It was not a great idea to watch this movie :-(..Although I enjoyed watching it, I have been getting dreams of getting big diamond stones from some unknown treasury.&lt;br /&gt;And this dream is repeating itself. :-(  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gory the movie was in some scenes. Here are somethings u might want to read abt blood diamonds. Balaji has compiled some facts -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thacchimammam.blogspot.com/2007/01/conflict-diamonds.html"&gt;Conflict Diamonds and more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-2788374607465253621?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/2788374607465253621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=2788374607465253621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/2788374607465253621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/2788374607465253621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/09/blood-diamond.html' title='Blood Diamond'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-3776615457116418835</id><published>2007-09-09T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:34:46.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pankaj sarwagi'/><title type='text'>Mujhe Pyar Hai Tumse</title><content type='html'>Was more than delighted to get this video on net. Fell in love with this song when I was 13. Searched for the song everywhere and gave up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is it for fellow lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wgJSyvw7fSs"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=wgJSyvw7fSs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-3776615457116418835?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/3776615457116418835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=3776615457116418835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3776615457116418835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/3776615457116418835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/09/mujhe-pyar-hai-tumse.html' title='Mujhe Pyar Hai Tumse'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-6325805156709605872</id><published>2007-09-09T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:31:29.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies this weekend</title><content type='html'>I have become a movie buff !!!!&lt;br /&gt;3 movies straight this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dhamaal. Hindi - Comedy. Dont expect to bring any memories out of theatre. 3 hours of very good timepass. Javed jaffry is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rush Hour 2 . Have seen others. Waiting for 4. hehe . How about location in India ? I think the director should consider this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The beautiful mind. I feel my writing capability / vocabulary will be too less to describe this movie. That I call is life. I have never seen such a simple and sensible movie. Impeccably taken. Probably would watch it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. Have ordered a couple of more movies for subsequent weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-6325805156709605872?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/6325805156709605872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=6325805156709605872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/6325805156709605872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/6325805156709605872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/09/movies-this-weekend.html' title='Movies this weekend'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-5988254859233178184</id><published>2007-09-09T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:36:03.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Speed ?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what your reading speed is ? Here is a site, which quickly and easily calculates it. Don't ask me about the accuracy of the reading. Maybe you should cross check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gandalf.psych.umn.edu/%7Egellab/MNREAD/DEMO_RS/"&gt;http://gandalf.psych.umn.edu/~gellab/MNREAD/DEMO_RS/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-5988254859233178184?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/5988254859233178184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=5988254859233178184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/5988254859233178184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/5988254859233178184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-speed.html' title='Reading Speed ?'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-8659814626688333358</id><published>2007-09-04T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:18:56.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part -3</title><content type='html'>The sequel movies are great to watch, especially when you are promised an unlimited entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I always watch them in the sequence 1,3 and 2. Bourne series and Rush hour fall in this category. Since there is a huge time gap between the parts 1 and 3, I am really really disappointed to see the bloated versions of actors. Chris tucker did not look like himself. And Matt Damon was brawny loses his charm in ultimatum. ( Opinions here are my own)&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless the movies were great entertainers for the weekend. I have gotten the slang 'what s up maaann' from chris in rush hour. He continues to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;Another movie I watched recently and liked was 'Devil wears prada'. I feel it shud be remade in Hindi. The movie is just about arrogant and demanding bosses, but it seemed so natural and Meryl Streep is just AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to watch some more movies in the coming days. Suggestions are welcome.Drama, Romance, Comedy, Fictions and lil action movies preferred :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-8659814626688333358?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/8659814626688333358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=8659814626688333358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/8659814626688333358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/8659814626688333358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/09/part-3.html' title='Part -3'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-4842712823627754898</id><published>2007-08-16T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:38:31.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google ka chamatkar</title><content type='html'>The news will spread faster than  this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google continues to surprise and delight it's users with it's new iGoogle feature. I found it 3 days back and I am a little too excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my browser and and on the tray I have, latest news, fitness tips, finance tips, quotes, new words for the day to help me in vocabulary building and what not. Some kind of ' Karlo Duniya Mutti me'. The various gadgets/ features can be moved anywhere in the window and made suit you style. And to give you a personal feel, you can select theme and the theme will change depending on if it s day or night at your place. The rest I think I should leave for the readers to experience on their own,hence better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read a book by C.K.Prahlad, named ' Future Of Competetion'. The author talks about a UNIQUE PERSONALIZED EXPERIENCE, which means the kind of experience I will get by using the product, is going to be entirely different in terms of time, age, place, situation. So all the products I use, if they want to satisfy/delight me, should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tailored&lt;/span&gt; completely to my tastes and preferences. The book talks at length about achieving the same through various strategies...The value creation of any object has to be CENTERED around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately i am not able to show how the igoogle setting looks on my browser. But I am sure, you ll be in for surprises :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I also read something about Linear growth. Infy/ Wipros or TCSs have this kind of growth where greater the number of people, greater are the revenues. So the profit the company makes is so inextricably connected to the headcount. But here we are talking about a company, which has less than 3000 employees and is a part of our daily lives. It has won hearts and will continue to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-4842712823627754898?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/4842712823627754898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=4842712823627754898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4842712823627754898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4842712823627754898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/08/news-will-spread-faster-than-this-post.html' title='Google ka chamatkar'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-1631587833024385918</id><published>2007-08-15T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:59:44.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moorthy ji</title><content type='html'>I worked under him for 1 and a half years. I also got a chance to meet him in person and sit next to him for half n hour. This man has been a hero to all my collegues and my own self. All his statements/intentions have not been politically correct, but still he has many followers, many youngsters who want to walk on the same path as him. He is in demand to be leader of the country. He has been an Indian Ambassador and has given a new ray of hope, definitely to last. He plays a dual role of a capitalist and a socialist. A compassionate capitalism is what he proposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch him being interviewed on ibnlive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ibnlive.com/news/exclusive-chat-narayana-murthy/30575-3-single.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish u all a very happy Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we have reasons to smile. Although there are many areas which need to be worked on ( Equality, Infrastructure, Power etc), we have become the centre of planet earth. A very happening country which holds huge promises. Every single indian, whether or not he/she believes it, is curious to know what lays ahead. We have projected a positive picture on world arena and have created a model which works for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-1631587833024385918?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/1631587833024385918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=1631587833024385918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1631587833024385918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1631587833024385918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-worked-under-him-for-1-and-half-years.html' title='Moorthy ji'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-965987438637792147</id><published>2007-08-14T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:47:28.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chintu, Chooey and Chopsy - My only companions home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RsG_ib7WPDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1fev-gULiJw/s1600-h/IMG_1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RsG_ib7WPDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1fev-gULiJw/s320/IMG_1073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098566851493248050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chintu our male betta fish was all alone. I felt it needs a partner. A forced celibacy is not right :-)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a female red and black betta fish and dropped it in the same tank after confirming that she will not be killed and that they can actually mate. The female betta had to get the name starting with "ch". So Chooey seemed close.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it was  disappointing till we went to sleep. No REACTION. What s wrong with Chintu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning I came running to see them. What we saw was a chase by Chintu. He s behind / madly behind Chooey. It is a small round bowl and they were casing each other fast. We left them to enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....Sadly Chooey is immobile now. Dont know what happened. She s alive, but not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Chopsey, another male betta fish is in a small bowl. I have kept the two bowls together. They know each other s presence, but if put together, they might kill each other. So just watching them react being in two seperate bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo has Chopsey and Chooey, on left and right respectively. In the next photo, the orange fish is our Chintu, the bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RsG8o77WPBI/AAAAAAAAA10/ZouNxtucY-A/s1600-h/IMG_1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RsG8o77WPBI/AAAAAAAAA10/ZouNxtucY-A/s320/IMG_1074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098563664627514386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-965987438637792147?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/965987438637792147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=965987438637792147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/965987438637792147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/965987438637792147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/08/chintu-chooey-and-chopsy-my-only.html' title='Chintu, Chooey and Chopsy - My only companions home'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pY3xpmfpc4s/RsG_ib7WPDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1fev-gULiJw/s72-c/IMG_1073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-5607139687947066576</id><published>2007-08-10T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:30:07.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my youtube favs</title><content type='html'>1)  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63BcIDNnxkw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this video 5 times today. He s so damn charismatic...I think he fits the role perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuBxOmgHeUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one just makes you get up and dance dandiya. Waiting to go for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxhWwcFxweY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that s my all time favourite..One and only  Surya. Cute and tough. Quite an interesting combination. In fact throughout the movie, he impresses girls ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHbG4QxNsGHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes my another one. Abhishek at his best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-5607139687947066576?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/5607139687947066576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=5607139687947066576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/5607139687947066576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/5607139687947066576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-of-my-youtube-favs.html' title='Some of my youtube favs'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-1119203366418719087</id><published>2007-07-17T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:32:47.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scabies - They love me, Story me Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of scabies and more ---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course I am not going to write a blog on what scabies are, coz there are lot many other pages on the net to give you the details, in case u need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look like half blood princess, thanks to the red dots all over my hands , feet and face, making me look like an alien creature. If only I could get them, the scabies, I will kill them to death. The itching has spread and would not let me sleep or relax. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The doc has given me a mild cream which I am afraid would not even serve as a moisturizer. Thankfully I am at home and nto at work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The culprit – A coat unused for a long time . The scabies were blood starved waiting for someone to wear it and the victim was the proud me. They I think have started laying eggs starting to build a colony on my arms and feet. And they are so strong that even concentrated HCL acid is not going to move them here in near future atleast till I become a full blood princess ..( bad one eh ?.. I am sorry )..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aaah they love me so much….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was two weeks later that we discover that they are nto scabies and mere allergic reaction to eating something here in US. Interesting and the doc is too sure this time. What I am sure about is that, I am a guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-1119203366418719087?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/1119203366418719087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=1119203366418719087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1119203366418719087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/1119203366418719087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/07/scabies-they-love-me.html' title='Scabies - They love me, Story me Twist'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036433478105578893.post-4660759711290401560</id><published>2007-06-21T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:22:10.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The new me</title><content type='html'>Self realization is something that happens throughout our lives. And some milestones and important incidents change the whole of what makes 'you'. This is the right occasion I start logging the events&lt;br /&gt;1) as someone who is undergoing this "irreversible" change&lt;br /&gt;2) as someone who is &lt;em&gt;vetti&lt;/em&gt; ( translates to 'bored to death')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bold step and like every other person who will undergo this at one point of time, I ll be taking wedding vows in less than a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the road ahead which was hazy all this while, the same road which I never bothered to see in my life so far is getting clear, the clouds recede trying to show me the purpose of my birth . Suddenly my life seems to be a getting a new meaning and new dimension. It also has an effect of  " hey wake up from dreams, here s something calling your attention, someone needs you". The role is getting bigger reversing the very manner I would see myself. I cannot afford to be what I was and I can't wait to see what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations mould you, they make you tougher, they leave you with an impact and greater the impact greater the role it 'll  play in the "making of you".&lt;br /&gt;There is one point of time when we realize that "you cannot afford to be a leaf on a stream of water, to follow it wherever it goes". U have to gear it yourself, to the extent that you can control the very direction of stream.  This applies to every moment we spend building ourselves. Having said that again another realization goes like "you cannot afford to be a droplet of water on lotus plant". I got reminded of this only bcoz of the leaf and water analogy, but it fits here well. Doesnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW if, as someone unmarried, u thought, does so much realisation go into marriage ?, then my answer would be, maybe maybe not, but it sure does excite you, atleast the changes you think it ll bring in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036433478105578893-4660759711290401560?l=vidushri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/feeds/4660759711290401560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036433478105578893&amp;postID=4660759711290401560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4660759711290401560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036433478105578893/posts/default/4660759711290401560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidushri.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-me.html' title='The new me'/><author><name>Shrividya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520929853783981943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10731529316253789686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>