<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:44:52.543-08:00</updated><category term='naa kavitalu'/><category term='Showcase'/><category term='English posts'/><category term='Sahishnu...'/><category term='Just blogging...'/><category term='Samanyu'/><category term='comic strip'/><category term='Lyrical Melodies'/><title type='text'>అనగనగా ఒకూళ్ళో ఒక నేను...</title><subtitle type='html'>My home on the web</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-850276075622424745</id><published>2011-03-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T07:17:57.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naa kavitalu'/><title type='text'>నవ్వు..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;చలువ చందనాలు పూసినట్టు&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;చెరకు తీపి చప్పరించినట్టు&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;చెవుల పిల్లి చిందులేసినట్టు&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;చందమామ చేతికందినట్టు&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నీ నవ్వు - తెల్ల మల్లెపువ్వు!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-850276075622424745?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/850276075622424745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/850276075622424745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/850276075622424745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='నవ్వు..'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-9013142442950380505</id><published>2010-03-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:25:29.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sahishnu...'/><title type='text'>Freedom...</title><content type='html'>That is the name I want to give to Sahishnu's (My five year old&amp;nbsp;sweetie-pie son)&amp;nbsp;first abstract painting :). Sahishnu's school is now closed for summer vacation. Thought I would introduce him to the art of painting...! I told him little about Da Vinci, Michealangelo and picasso. Showed him the paintings of all the three of them on the internet and he loved Michael angelo. I wanted both of us to spend the afternoon painting. Not that I want to force my interest on him. He always has the freedom to choose what ever he wants to do, for a career or for a hobby. But I want him to try out things so that he will know whether he is interested in pursuing it further or not. So we had a fun time painting together. This was what I did.. just to show him how to use the brush and the paints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S6Oe-_L5lKI/AAAAAAAAD68/RlUVSknYOO4/s1600-h/DSC01715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S6Oe-_L5lKI/AAAAAAAAD68/RlUVSknYOO4/s400/DSC01715.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He asked me what it was, I said it was a&amp;nbsp;just an abstract painting&amp;nbsp;and explained to him in simple terms what an abstract was. And then I gave him the paints and asked him to paint whatever he wanted to.. he said he wanted to paint an abstract too and this is the result.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S6OgqRzoeRI/AAAAAAAAD7E/kIeAxRcLYOU/s1600-h/DSC01720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S6OgqRzoeRI/AAAAAAAAD7E/kIeAxRcLYOU/s400/DSC01720.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I named it "Freedom" because that is what it depicts. Sahishnu just painted what ever came to his mind today.. he enjoyed doing it so much.. he was not at all concerned about the outcome of his work.. he did not think whether it would look good or not. What he painted was an ultimate form of his colourful thoughts. He painted his&amp;nbsp;enjoyment in&amp;nbsp;what he was doing.. and that is what I would call freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-9013142442950380505?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9013142442950380505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/03/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/9013142442950380505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/9013142442950380505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/03/freedom.html' title='Freedom...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S6Oe-_L5lKI/AAAAAAAAD68/RlUVSknYOO4/s72-c/DSC01715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-1002457422590960282</id><published>2010-03-18T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:21:53.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just blogging...'/><title type='text'>పేరు లో ఏముంది?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ఏముందంటే... మనిషికి ఒక identity ని ఇచ్చే మొట్టమొదటి attribute పేరే కదా!&amp;nbsp;ఆ తర్వాతే ఇంకేమైనా! అందమైన రూపం లాగే అందమైన పేరు ఉండటం&amp;nbsp;మనిషికి చక్కటి అసెట్ అని నా నమ్మకం. అందమైన రూపం దైవ దత్తమైతే, పిల్లలకి చక్కటి పేరు పెట్టడం తల్లి తండ్రుల చేతుల్లో ఉంది! కొన్నేళ్ళ క్రితం వరకు అయితే చక్కటి పేర్లు పెట్టాలనుకునేవాళ్ళు ఏ మల్లాది రాసిన పేర్ల పుస్తకమో కొనుక్కుని అందులోంచి వెతుక్కుని, ఇంకా తెలిసిన వాళ్ళలో ఎవరి దగ్గరైన suggestions తీసుకుని పేరు పెట్టాల్సి వచ్చేది. ఏదైనా చక్కటి తెలుగు నవలో కధో చదువుతూ అందులో మంచి పేరు ఎంచుకోడం కూడా జరుగుతూ ఉండేది. యండమూరి ఆఖరి పోరాటం రాసిన తర్వాత చాలా మంది ఇళ్ళల్లో ఆడపిల్లలకి ప్రవల్లిక అని పేరు పెట్టడం నేను విన్నాను.&amp;nbsp; మునుపటి కన్నా ఇప్పుడు చాలా మందిలో పిల్లలకి చక్కటి అర్ధవంతమైన పేర్లు పెట్టాలని ఇంకా వీలయితే ఎక్కడా ఇంకెవ్వరికీ లేని కొత్త unique పేర్లు పెట్టాలనే తాపత్రయం కనపడుతోంది. దానికి తగ్గట్టు గానే ఈ రోజు ఇంటర్నెట్ లో పేర్లు వాటి అర్ధాలు చెప్పే సైటులు కోకొల్లలు. ఈ వెబ్ సైట్లలో&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ఎవైన రెండో మూడో అక్షరాలు అందం గా కలిపేసి వాటికో అర్ధాన్ని అంటగట్టేస్తూ&amp;nbsp;ఉంటారు. ఆది అంటే మొదలు కాబట్టి ఆ పదం నుంచి&amp;nbsp;coin చేసిన పేరు ఏంటంటే, ఆదిత్. అర్ధం మొదటి వాడు అనిట! మొదటి వాడిని ఆద్యుడు అనడం విన్నాను కానీ ఆదితుడు అని అనడం నేనెప్పుడు ఎక్కడా వినలేదు. నా friend ఒక అమ్మాయి తన కొడుక్కి మానిన్ అని పేరు పెట్టింది. ఏదో వెబ్సైటు లో చూసి చాలా బాగుందని ఆ పేరు పెట్టింది. అర్ధం ఏంటంటే one who is always respected అని&amp;nbsp; చెప్పింది. నాకు తెలిసినంత వరకు, మానిని అంటే స్త్రీ. గౌరవింప బడే వాడిని మాన్యుడు అంటారు కానీ, మానినుడు అనడం నాకు తెలిసిన తెలుగు లో నేను ఎప్పుడు వినలేదు. ఇంకా అనికేత్.. ఈ మాటకి నిజమైన అర్ధం ఇల్లు లేని వాడు అని. ఎక్కడో విష్ణు మూర్తి ని పొగడడానికి సర్వాంతర్యామి కాబట్టి &amp;nbsp;అందరి హృదయాలలో&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ఉండే&amp;nbsp;ఆయనకి ఇల్లు అక్కర్లేదు కాబట్టి ఆయనని అనికేతుడు అని ఏదో మంత్రం లోనో శ్లోకం లోనో వాడి ఉండచ్చు. అంత మాత్రాన, ఇల్లు లేని వాళ్ళందరూ విష్ణువులు కాలేరు కదా! అన్ని names సైట్లలోను, అనికేత్- లార్డ్ విష్ణు అని రాసి ఉంటుంది. ఇంకో పేరు అతిరిక్త్ - అంటే ఖాళీ అని అర్ధం. ఎంత పదం బాగుంటే మాత్రం! ఇలాంటివి ఎన్నో ఉన్నాయి నేను విన్న పేర్లు ఈ మధ్య కాలం లో! వాటిల్లో కొన్ని.. గిరితనయ్(పార్వతి దేవి పేరుకి రూపాంతరం) , సైకత్ (ఇసక) , అన్యోన్య, నరిష్మ,&amp;nbsp; లిప్సిక, సమయానికి గుర్తు రావడం లేదు కానీ ఇలాంటి పేర్లు చాలా ఉన్నాయి.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;పిల్లలకి పెట్టె పేర్లు అందం గా unique గా ఉండాలి నిజమే.. కాని వాటి అర్ధం కూడా ముఖ్యమే కదా! ఒక్క సారి పేరు పెట్టే ముందు దాని అర్ధం ఏంటో నిజం గా తెలుసుకుని ఏదో సమాసం వాడేసి దాని అర్ధం ఒక దేవుడి పేరు అని ఎవరైనా చెప్తే, లేదా ఎక్కడైనా చదివితే కాబోలు అనుకుని ఆ పేరు పెట్టేసుకోకుండా, కాస్త దాని అర్ధం ఏమిటో తెలుగు తెలిసిన వాళ్ళని ఒక పది మందిని అడిగి అప్పుడు పెట్టుకుంటే.. చాలా బాగుంటుంది కదా! &lt;br /&gt;ఒక సరదా అయిన విషయం తో దీన్ని ముగిస్తాను.. ఒక సారి సహస్రావధాని, పుంభావ సరస్వతి అయిన శ్రీ గరికిపాటి నరసింహ రావు గారి అవధాన కార్యక్రమం ఏర్పాటు చేసారట హైదరాబాదు లో. ఆ కార్యక్రమ నిర్వాహకులకి గరికిపాటి వారు ఒక telegram ఇచ్చారు.. coming along with Gurajada and Srisri on so and so date. Please make necessary arrangements అని ఆ telegram సారాంశం. అది చూసి వాళ్లకి ఏమి అర్ధం కాలేదట.. ఇదేమి చమత్కారం ఈయన గురజాడ శ్రీశ్రీ లని తీసుకుని రావడం ఏంటి? అని! తీరా విషయం ఏంటంటే.. అయన&amp;nbsp;పిల్లలిద్దరికి&amp;nbsp;ఆయన&amp;nbsp;గురజాడ శ్రీశ్రీ అని పేర్లు పెట్టుకున్నారు&amp;nbsp;ఆ &amp;nbsp;మహానుభావుల మీద&amp;nbsp;చెప్పలేని&amp;nbsp;అభిమానం&amp;nbsp;తో!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;అది తెలిసిన వాళ్ళందరూ సరదాగా నవ్వుకున్నారు. నేనేమో ఆ అబ్బాయిల మీద కొంచెం జాలి పడ్డాను.. ముఖ్యం గా గురజాడ మీద.. ఒక మహానుభావుడి ఇంటి పేరు ని జీవితాంతం తన సొంత పేరు గా భరించాల్సి వచ్చినందుకు! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-1002457422590960282?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1002457422590960282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/1002457422590960282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/1002457422590960282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='పేరు లో ఏముంది?'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-2270471390462928180</id><published>2010-02-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:13:01.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showcase'/><title type='text'>Another...</title><content type='html'>More refined version of my previous idea of creating a texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FfL-EjpdI/AAAAAAAAD6E/3uD2T9huOOU/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FfL-EjpdI/AAAAAAAAD6E/3uD2T9huOOU/s640/DSC01637.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-2270471390462928180?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2270471390462928180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/2270471390462928180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/2270471390462928180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/another.html' title='Another...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FfL-EjpdI/AAAAAAAAD6E/3uD2T9huOOU/s72-c/DSC01637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-4170355365356138129</id><published>2010-02-09T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:10:30.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showcase'/><title type='text'>Random colours with an added texture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FSsPeIriI/AAAAAAAAD50/qLNrApEQriE/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FSsPeIriI/AAAAAAAAD50/qLNrApEQriE/s640/DSC01635.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a ruled paper again :-).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I drew the back ground by placing the paper on a rough wall. And then I placed a comb under the paper and drew on it horizontally and vertically using different colours. I liked the effect but even more than that I really enjoyed doing something manually instead of using photoshop/google sketch up/gimp :). Also, I can not afford spending my time painting or drawing , with Samanyu, my one year old son always keeping me on my toes. So, I enjoyed the way I did this, simply using paper and crayons while&amp;nbsp;he was playing right besides me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-4170355365356138129?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4170355365356138129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/textured-abstract.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/4170355365356138129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/4170355365356138129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/textured-abstract.html' title='Random colours with an added texture!'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FSsPeIriI/AAAAAAAAD50/qLNrApEQriE/s72-c/DSC01635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-6399288039177791571</id><published>2010-02-09T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:12:06.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showcase'/><title type='text'>Radha Krishna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FM4RC8RAI/AAAAAAAAD5s/-77rU3UEW9g/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FM4RC8RAI/AAAAAAAAD5s/-77rU3UEW9g/s640/DSC01630.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I wanted to pass my time&amp;nbsp;with a little creativity today, and so I made this with a little effort&amp;nbsp;using&amp;nbsp;materials that are easily available around. I used a card board that comes with the new shirts that we buy,&amp;nbsp;traced a picture of Radha Krishna on the card board, and repeatedly drew on it so that the drawing is etched on the other side of the card board. I made sure I traced and etched every minute detail! And then I took a ruled paper (could not find a proper white paper :) ) placed it on the etched side of the cardboard and drew on it with a black crayon with light strokes in one direction. Then I filled in with the black crayon carefully, using my fingers. I agree with a little more effort and skill I could have added a lot of finesse to the work, but still, I liked the effect, so wanted to post it on my blog. Created a new label "showcase" just so that I can post my creative endeavors like these henceforth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-6399288039177791571?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6399288039177791571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/radha-krishna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/6399288039177791571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/6399288039177791571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/radha-krishna.html' title='Radha Krishna'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S3FM4RC8RAI/AAAAAAAAD5s/-77rU3UEW9g/s72-c/DSC01630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-513052665504327902</id><published>2010-02-06T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:49:57.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Melodies'/><title type='text'>నాకు నచ్చిన ప్రేమ గీతాలు - Simple Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ఈ వేళలో నీవు..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;గులాబీ సినిమా లో పాట! ఎవరి మీదైనా చాలా ఇష్టం ఉన్నప్పుడు ప్రతి ఒక్కరు చేసే పనే.. ఇష్టమైన మనిషిని అస్తమాను తలుచుకోడం, ఈ టైం లో ఎక్కడున్నారో,ఏం చేస్తున్నారో అనుకోడం.. ఈ సింపుల్ ఫీలింగ్ ని ఇంకా సింపుల్ మాటలలో capture చేసి దాన్ని చక్కటి పాట గా మలచడం చాలా నచ్చింది నాకు! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_xVUDAbjTs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_xVUDAbjTs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ఈ వేళలో నీవు ఏం చేస్తూ ఉంటావో &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;అనుకుంటూ ఉంటాను ప్రతి నిమిషమూ నేను &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ఈ వేళలో నీవు ఏం చేస్తూ ఉంటావో &lt;br /&gt;అనుకుంటూ ఉంటాను ప్రతి నిమిషమూ నేను &lt;br /&gt;నా గుండె ఏ నాడో చేజారిపోయింది &lt;br /&gt;నీ నీడ గా మారీ నా వైపు రానంది&lt;br /&gt;దూరాన ఉంటూనే ఏం మాయ చేసావో!&lt;br /&gt;ఈ వేళలో నీవు ఏం చేస్తూ ఉంటావో &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అనుకుంటూ ఉంటాను ప్రతి నిమిషమూ నేను &lt;br /&gt;నడి రేయిలో నీవు నిదురైన రానీవూ &lt;br /&gt;గడిచేదెలా కాలమూ... గడిచేదెలా కాలమూ ?&lt;br /&gt;పగలైన కాసేపు పని చేసుకొనీవూ &lt;br /&gt;నీ మీదనే ధ్యానమూ... నీ మీదనే ధ్యానమూ&lt;br /&gt;ఏ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;వైపు &amp;nbsp;చూస్తున్నా&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;నీ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;రూపే&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;తోచింది &lt;br /&gt;నువ్వు&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;కాక&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;వేరేది&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;కనిపించనంటోంది&lt;br /&gt;ఈ &amp;nbsp;ఇంద్ర&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;జాలాన్ని&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;నువ్వేనా&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;చేసింది?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;నీ &amp;nbsp;పేరులో&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ఏదో&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;వింతైన&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;కైపుంది&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;నీ &amp;nbsp;మాట&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;వింటూనే&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ఏం &amp;nbsp;తోచనీకుంది&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;నీ &amp;nbsp;మీద &amp;nbsp;ఆశేదో&amp;nbsp;నను&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;నిలువనీకుంది&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;మతి&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;పోయి&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;నేనుంటే&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;నువ్వు .....నవ్వుకుంటావు&lt;br /&gt;ఈ వేళలో నీవు ఏం చేస్తూ ఉంటావో &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అనుకుంటూ ఉంటాను ప్రతి నిమిషమూ నేను&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee velalo neevu lyrics, transliteration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee vELalO neevu Em chEstu vunTaavO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anukunTu vunTaanu prati nimishamu nEnu &lt;br /&gt;ee vELalO neevu Em chEstu vunTaavO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anukunTu vunTaanu prati nimishamu nEnu &lt;br /&gt;naa gunDe EnaaDo chEyi jaari pOyindi &lt;br /&gt;nee neeDagaa maari naa vaipu raanandi &lt;br /&gt;dooraana vunTunE Em maaya chEsaavo &lt;br /&gt;naDi rEyilO neevu nidaraina raaneevu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaDipEdelaa kaalamu gaDipEdelaa kaalamu &lt;br /&gt;pagalaina kaasEpu pani chEsukOneevu &lt;br /&gt;nee meedanE dhyaanamu nee meedanE dhyaanamu &lt;br /&gt;yE vaipu choostunnaa nee ruupE tochindi&lt;br /&gt;nuvu kaaka vErEdi kanipinchananTondi &lt;br /&gt;ee indra jaalaanni neevEna chEsindi &lt;br /&gt;nee pErulO EdO&amp;nbsp;vintaina kaipundi &lt;br /&gt;nee maaTa vinTuunE em tochaneekundi &lt;br /&gt;nee meeda ASEdo nanu niluvaneekundi &lt;br /&gt;mati poyi nEnunTe nuvu.....navvukunTavu&lt;br /&gt;ee vELalO neevu Em chEstu vunTaavO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8675885743355724880-513052665504327902?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/513052665504327902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/513052665504327902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/513052665504327902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-love.html' title='నాకు నచ్చిన ప్రేమ గీతాలు - Simple Love'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-7470259569654834121</id><published>2010-01-26T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:17:07.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just blogging...'/><title type='text'>Phir mile Sur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsC4Jsu3rcg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsC4Jsu3rcg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget this classic that was telecast around 22 years ago, in Doordarshan and became like an anthem of national integrity!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I heard about the premier of it's remake "Phir Mile Sur.." by Times music and zoom television on the occassion of republic day, I could not wait to watch it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video starts with A.R.Rehman's music and Amitabh Bacchan singing with The Taj Hotel as the backdrop. Featuring the faces of the film fraternity, sports personalities and the icons of the musical India, it highlights the cultural aspects of India as well as the humanitarian values! I was glad to see Pandit Ravishankar's daughter Anoushka Shankar and Ustad Amjad Ali khan's sons Amaan and Ayaan Ali khan upholding their legacy featured in the video! Shobhana and Shiamak dancing together was a sight to see! When the zoom anchor was announcing the names of Ranbir and Deepika, Shahid and Priyanaka to be seen on the video, I most certainly expected Saif and Kareena to be present in the video holding hands at the Sea shore singing "mile sur mera tumhara..." and it gave me immense happiness to see that thank fully, my expectations went wrong! :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever, while featuring Vikram, Surya, Mahesh Babu, Yesudas and Mamootty from South India, I was disappointed not to see S.P.Balasubramaniam.. singing the song! At the same time, though not a cricket fanatic, I was utterly disappointed that Sachin Tendulkar did not share the screen with Abhinav Bindra Vijendra Singh and other sports men! Further, I felt, the song featured more of celebrities than achievers. There are more important people in India than mere bollywood faces! I felt it would have been a great experience to watch the song, if it emphasised on the achievements and achievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we still talk about "Mile sur.." as the anthem of national integrity and it's remake is most eagerly awaited today, I don't think the same glory be shared by "Phir mile sur.."! I am sure "Mile sur.." would be still unforgettable 22 years from now! How about "phir mile sur"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was worth watching, and Kudos to the team for attempting to recreate the magic of Mile sur... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes a part of the new video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nq31OjsQ124&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nq31OjsQ124&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-7470259569654834121?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7470259569654834121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/phir-mile-sur.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/7470259569654834121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/7470259569654834121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/phir-mile-sur.html' title='Phir mile Sur...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-4423747740669285444</id><published>2010-01-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:14:50.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samanyu'/><title type='text'>భోగి పళ్ళ పేరంటం... (e-పేరంటం)</title><content type='html'>భోగి పండగ.. అమ్మ నాలుగు రోజుల ముందే ఫొను చేసినప్పుడు చెప్పేసింది.. "చంటాడికి భోగి పళ్ళు పొయ్యవే! మొదటి ఏడాది,మానకు. " అని! "తప్పకుండా పోస్తానమ్మా" అన్నాన్నేను. "ఇక్కడికి వస్తే నేను చక్కగా పేరంటం పిలిచేదాన్ని. నువ్వు రావు" అని నిష్ఠూరం కూడా వేసింది! ఇవ్వాళా రేపూ పల్లెటూళ్ళలొ కూడ వేలెంటైన్స్ డే ల హవా నే తప్ప భోగి మంటలూ. పేరంటాలూ ఎక్కడో తప్ప లేవు అనేది నిజమే అయినా... ట్రెడిషనల్ వేల్యూస్ అనేవి బయట సమాజం ఎంత మారినా మన ఇంట్లో మనం నిలబెట్టుకోడం ముఖ్యం అని నమ్మే దాన్ని నేను. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అందుకే అట్లాంటా లో ఉన్నప్పుడు కూడ,మా పెద్దబ్బాయికి భోగిపళ్ళు పేరంటం పెట్టి మరీ చేసాను. అక్కడ రేగుపళ్ళు దొరకకపోతే చెర్రీ లతొ పోసాను భోగి పళ్ళు! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఇప్పుడు బెంగళూరు లో రేగుపళ్ళూ ఉన్నాయి.. నాకు సరదా కూడా ఉంది! రాత్రే గబ గబా రేగుపళ్ళు కొనేసుకుని శనగలు నాన పెట్టేసాను. కానీ వచ్చి నాలుగు నెలలు అవుతున్నా పేరంటం పిలవడానికి ఇక్కడ నాకు ఎవ్వరూ తెలీదు! "పోనీలే మనమే ఇంట్లో చేసేద్దాం. ఎవరూ రాకపోతే ఎమైంది? భోగిపళ్ళు పొయ్యడం ముఖ్యం" అని చక్కగ సర్ది చెప్పేసేరు&amp;nbsp; శ్రీవారు! సరే&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;అని సర్దుకుపోయాను నేను! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;భోగి రోజు పొద్దున పదవుతున్నా, ఇప్పటి వరకూ భోగిమంట ఎలానో చూడలేదు కనీసం బ్లాగులోకం&amp;nbsp;లో&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;భోగి ఎలా&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ఉందో చూసి ఆనందిద్దాం అని కూడలి లోకి వెళ్ళాను..! &lt;br /&gt;ఎవరో వస్తారని ఏదో చేస్తారని ఎదురు చూసి మోసపోకుండా చుట్టూ ఉన్న వాళ్ళు వింతగా చూస్తున్నా కార్టన్ బాక్సులతో వాళ్ళ భోగి మంట వాళ్ళు వేసుకున్నారని రాసారు &lt;a href="http://bhava-nikshipta.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html"&gt;భావ నిక్షిప్త&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;సంక్రాంతి&amp;nbsp;లక్ష్మి ఎడ్రెస్సు&amp;nbsp;కోసం&amp;nbsp;పట్టణం&amp;nbsp;మీద నెపం&amp;nbsp;పెట్టి&amp;nbsp;తానె&amp;nbsp;వాపోయారు&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://raata-geeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html"&gt;రాత-గీత&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;బ్లాగరు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;భోగి,&amp;nbsp;సంక్రాంతి&amp;nbsp;శుభాకాంక్షలు,&amp;nbsp;శుభ&amp;nbsp;కామనలు చెప్పే వాళ్ళు , జ్ఞాపకాల దొంతరలు నెమరు వేసుకునేవాళ్ళు, భోగి మంటల గురించి, రంగు ముగ్గుల గురించి రాసుకునేవాళ్ళు, నా లాంటివాళ్ళు ఈ బ్లాగు ప్రపంచం లో కోకొల్లలు. అందుకే... ఈ e-పేరంటం ఆహ్వానం. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S01qPmS0KwI/AAAAAAAADug/2h3KZrpzRyw/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S01qPmS0KwI/AAAAAAAADug/2h3KZrpzRyw/s320/DSC01339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;మా అబ్బాయి సమన్యు శర్మ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;కి సాయంకాలం భోగి పళ్ళు పోస్తున్నాం! మీ అక్షరాల అక్షింతలతో మా చిట్టి తండ్రి ని ఆశిర్వదించండి!!!&lt;br /&gt;భోగి సంక్రాంతి శుభాకాంక్షలు!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-4423747740669285444?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4423747740669285444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/e.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/4423747740669285444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/4423747740669285444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/e.html' title='భోగి పళ్ళ పేరంటం... (e-పేరంటం)'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S01qPmS0KwI/AAAAAAAADug/2h3KZrpzRyw/s72-c/DSC01339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-1163609508141191128</id><published>2010-01-04T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:42:27.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naa kavitalu'/><title type='text'>నా  కోసం...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/176/3/0/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/176/3/0/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిరంతరం నా కోసం ఎవ్వరు ఏడవరు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా కళ్ళు తప్ప..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిరంతరం నా కోసం నాతో ఎవ్వరు నడవరు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా అడుగులు తప్ప..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిరంతరం నా కోసం నాతో ఎవ్వరు మాట్లాడారు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిశ్శబ్దం తప్ప..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిరంతరం నా కోసం&amp;nbsp; నాకు తోడుగా ఎవ్వరు ఉండరు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ఒంటరితనం తప్ప&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిరంతరం నన్ను నన్ను గా ఎవ్వరు గుర్తించరు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా అంతరాత్మ తప్ప..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిరంతరం నా కోసం నన్ను నన్నుగా ఎవ్వరు ప్రేమించరు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా మనసు తప్ప..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;అందుకే&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;నాదైన నా లోకం లో నాకంటూ ఎవ్వరు లేరు నేను తప్ప..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S0AyStaPt0I/AAAAAAAADuQ/pY_PVpDlpaY/s1600-h/love-wallpaper14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/S0AyStaPt0I/AAAAAAAADuQ/pY_PVpDlpaY/s320/love-wallpaper14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;విశ్వమంత చోటేల?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నీ మదిలో గుప్పెడంత స్థలము చాలు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;సూర్యుడంత కాంతులేల?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నీ కళ్ళ మెరుపులు చాలు &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;వెన్నెలంత చల్లదనమేల?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నీ చిరునవ్వులు చాలు&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;తెనేలంత తియ్యదనాలేల?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నీ మాటలు చాలు &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;సముద్రమంత అమృతమేల?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నీ ప్రేమ చాలు &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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what would be a better way to welcome the new year than to re-visit the past!!!&amp;nbsp;Thus&amp;nbsp;began our sweet journey down memory lane!!! It was a long ride from Vignan nagar to Vijaya Nagar in Bangalore!Vijaya Nagar was the place where we started our life as a newly wedded couple, with lots of promises to each other and even more hopes and expectations on our future together! We travelled a long way since then and now we are standing here on this threshold of life, where we are not just a couple but a cute family of four and with&amp;nbsp;many of&amp;nbsp;our wishes answered, expectations fulfilled and promises kept! It was a hectic ride, but was really worth it! Re-visiting the place where we started,&amp;nbsp;helped us appreciate where we reached. The best part was that Sahishnu was really happy to share our memories and&amp;nbsp;enjoyed the experience as much as we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-112008536367605144?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/112008536367605144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/112008536367605144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/112008536367605144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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పోస్టు చేస్తున్నా! ఇదీ ఒకందుకు మంచిదెనేమో! ఎప్పటెప్పటివో కవితలన్నీ మళ్ళీ తిరగ రాస్తుంటే అదో రకమైన ఆనందం!!! ఇంకా చాలా పాటల లిరిక్సూ, ఇంకా ఎన్నో ఆర్టికల్సూ పోస్టు చెయ్యాల్సి ఉంది. ఈ కొత్త టెంప్లేటూ. ఒక్కొక్కటిగా కొత్త చోటుకి మారుతున్న నా రాతలూ గీతలూ... పదే పదే చూసుకుంటూ బొమ్మల కొలువు తీర్చిన పదేళ్ళ పాపలా మురిసిపోతున్నా!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-7578059572828088073?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7578059572828088073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_2309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/7578059572828088073'/><link rel='self' 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center;"&gt;కోరితే ప్రేమ ఝల్లులు కురిపిస్తుంది&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా హృదయం ఒకప్రేమ సముద్రం&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ఆత్మీయత కోసం ఆరాటపడే నీ ఆర్తిని తీరుస్తుంది&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా హృదయం ఒక అమృత కలశం&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;అణువణువునా ఆనంద సుధని అందిస్తుంది&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నా హృదయం ఒక అందమైన అద్దం&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;కించిత్ బాధ కలిగినా తునాతునకలైపొతుంది&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-8004601321210107007</id><published>2009-12-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T04:15:34.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naa kavitalu'/><title type='text'>నాలో నేను...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzrfHT5gzhI/AAAAAAAADtY/ddL-r6x5VGE/s1600-h/fadetoblack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzrfHT5gzhI/AAAAAAAADtY/ddL-r6x5VGE/s400/fadetoblack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నిట్టూర్పుల నిశి రాత్రి లో నిశ్శబ్దంతో నేస్తం చేస్తూ కొండ దాటి కోన దాటి ఎక్కడో ప్రపంచానికి దూరంగా&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;వెన్నెల మైదానాలలో భావుకత పరిచే &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;బరువైన భావాలనీ,అరుదైన అక్షరాలనీ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;అనుభవిస్తూ,చదువుతూ అలుపెరుగని అద్భుతాన్ని ఆస్వాదిస్తూ,ఆలోచిస్తూ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;కరిగిపోతూ,కంటతడి పెడుతూ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;పరుగెత్తే ఝరుల మధ్య&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;వినువీధిని తేలియాడే జ్యొత్స్నా సరిత్తులలో&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;అనురాగపు అంచుల మీద నిలబడి&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ప్రపంచాన్ని గర్వంగా చూస్తున్న నేను &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ఒక ఫాంటసీ లా నా కళ్ళ ముందు కదులుతుంటే&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ఎక్కడొ తిమిర సాగరపు అవతలి తీరానికి &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నన్ను రా రమ్మని పిలుస్తోంది నా అంతరాత్మ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నేను ప్రపంచాన్ని చూడకూడదని కాదు..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;నాలోని నిజమైన నన్ను ప్రపంచానికి చూపించడం ఇష్టం లేదని!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzrfHT5gzhI/AAAAAAAADtY/ddL-r6x5VGE/s72-c/fadetoblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-7488767700215198426</id><published>2009-12-29T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:28:17.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Melodies'/><title type='text'>ఆకులో ఆకునై...</title><content type='html'>film: మేఘసందేశం&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="clear: right; float: right;" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNg103gTjPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNg103gTjPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఆకులో ఆకునై పూవులో పూవునై &lt;br /&gt;కొమ్మలో కొమ్మనై నునులేత రెమ్మనై&lt;br /&gt;ఈ అడవి దాగిపోనా ఎటులైన ఇచటనే ఆగిపొనా... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఆకులో ఆకునై పూవులో పూవునై &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;కొమ్మలో కొమ్మనై నునులేత రెమ్మనై&lt;br /&gt;ఈ అడవి దాగిపోనా ఎటులైనా ఇచటనే ఆగిపొనా...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;గల గల నే వీచు చిరుగాలిలో కెరటమై&lt;br /&gt;గల గల నే వీచు చిరుగాలిలో కెరటమై&lt;br /&gt;జల జల నే పారు జలపాతలో తేట నై&lt;br /&gt;జల జల నే పారు జలపాతలో తేట నై&lt;br /&gt;పగడాల చిగురాకు తెరచాటు చేతి నై&lt;br /&gt;పరువంపు విరిచేదె చిన్నారి సిగ్గునై &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఈ అడవి దాగిపోనా ఎటులైన ఇచటనే ఆగిపోనా...&lt;br /&gt;ఈ అడవి దాగిపోనా ఎటులైన ఇచటనే ఆగిపోనా...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;తరులెక్కి ఎల నీలి గిరినెక్కి మెలమెల్ల&lt;br /&gt;కదులెక్కి జలదంపు నీలంపు నిగ్గునై&lt;br /&gt;ఆకలా దాహమా చింతలా వంతలా&lt;br /&gt;ఈ తరలి వెర్రినై ఏకతమా తిరుగాడ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఈ అడవి దాగిపోనా ఎటులైన ఇచటనే ఆగిపోనా...&lt;br /&gt;ఆకులో ఆకునై పూవులో పూవునై &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;కొమ్మలో కొమ్మనై నునులేత రెమ్మనై&lt;br /&gt;ఈ అడవి దాగిపోనా ఎటులైన ఇచటనే ఆగిపోనా...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aakulo aakunai.. lyrics transliteration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akulo akunai poovulo poovunai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kommalo kommanai nunuletha remmanai&lt;br /&gt;ee adavi dagipona etulaina ichatane aagipona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akulo akunai poovulo poovunai &lt;br /&gt;kommalo kommanai nunuletha remmanai&lt;br /&gt;ee adavi dagipona etulaina ichatane aagipona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gala gala ne veechu chirugalilo keratamai&lt;br /&gt;gala gala ne veechu chirugalilo keratamai&lt;br /&gt;jala jala ne paru selapatalo theta nai&lt;br /&gt;jala jala ne paru selapatalo theta nai&lt;br /&gt;pagadala chiguraku therachatu chethi nai&lt;br /&gt;paruvampu virichede chinnari siggunai &lt;br /&gt;ee adavi dagipona etulaina ichatane aagipona...&lt;br /&gt;ee adavi dagipona etulaina ichatane aagipona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tharulekki ela neeli girinekki melamella&lt;br /&gt;kadulekki jaladampu neelampu niggunai&lt;br /&gt;akala dahama chintala vantala&lt;br /&gt;ee tarali verrinai ekatama tirugada&lt;br /&gt;ee adavi dagipona etulainaichatane aagipona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akulo akunai poovulo poovunai &lt;br /&gt;kommalo kommanai nunuletha remmanai&lt;br /&gt;ee adavi dagipona etulaina ichatane aagipona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-7488767700215198426?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' 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"సడి సేయకో గాలి.." అనే పాట అందం గురించి వర్ణిoచబోతే, ఆ పాట అందం ముందు అన్ని విశేషణాలూ వెల వెల పోతాయి కదా!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'నా రాజు అలిసిపొయి ఒళ్ళో బజ్జున్నాడు, నీ వల్ల ఆకులు కదిలి, అదిరి తన నిద్ర చెదిరితే నేనూరుకుంటానా? హన్నా!!!'&lt;br /&gt;అంటూ, పిల్ల తెమ్మెరల లాంటి చల్లతి మాటలతొ చల్ల గాలినే మందలించడం కృష్ణ శాస్త్రి గారికే చెల్లింది.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;సడి సేయకో గాలి సడి సేయబోకే&lt;br /&gt;బడలి ఒడిలో రాజు పవ్వళించేనే..&lt;br /&gt;సడి సేయకే...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;రత్న పీఠిక లేని రారాజు నా సామి&lt;br /&gt;మణికిరీటము లేని మహరాజు గాకేమి&lt;br /&gt;చిలిపి పరుగులు మాని సొలసి పోరాదె..&lt;br /&gt;సడి సేయకే...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఏటి గల గలలకే ఎగసి లేచేనే&lt;br /&gt;ఆకు కదలికలకే అదరి చూసేనే&lt;br /&gt;నిదుర చెదరిందంటె నెనూరుకొనే&lt;br /&gt;సడి సేయకే...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;పండు వెన్నెల నడిగి పానుపు తేరాదే&lt;br /&gt;నీడ మబ్బుల దాగు నిదుర తేరాదే&lt;br /&gt;విరుల దీవన పూని విసిరి పోరాదే..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;సడి సేయకో గాలి సడి సేయబోకే&lt;br /&gt;బడలి ఒడిలో రాజు పవ్వళించేనే..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljBKuXCKl1s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljBKuXCKl1s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadi seyako gali.. lyrics transliteration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadi seyako gali sadi seyaboke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badali odilo raju pavvalinchene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rathna peethika leni raraju na sami&lt;br /&gt;manikireetamu leni maaraju gakemi&lt;br /&gt;chilipi parugulu mani solasi porade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eti gala galalake egasi lechene&lt;br /&gt;aaku kadalikalake adari choosene&lt;br /&gt;nidura chedarindante nenoorukone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pandu vennela nadigi panpu theraade&lt;br /&gt;needa mabbula daagu nidura theraade&lt;br /&gt;virula deevana pooni visiri porade..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-3058419192756285786?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3058419192756285786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3058419192756285786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3058419192756285786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='సడి సేయకో గాలి...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-2145705915545624255</id><published>2009-12-23T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:57:22.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samanyu'/><title type='text'>Samanyu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIR6gID7JI/AAAAAAAADpM/6W6TJaDXydM/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIR6gID7JI/AAAAAAAADpM/6W6TJaDXydM/s320/DSC00856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIVNrGo0ZI/AAAAAAAADp4/8n-iaiqApZQ/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIVNrGo0ZI/AAAAAAAADp4/8n-iaiqApZQ/s320/DSC00895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIV1N_CRcI/AAAAAAAADqI/CgbyPY0rSgo/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIV1N_CRcI/AAAAAAAADqI/CgbyPY0rSgo/s320/DSC00960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The little fellow born on 17th Jan of 2009&amp;nbsp;was named Samanyu on 8th of April.. There is not much to document about his early months, apart from my "Oh God! When will we understand each other?" cries and the accomplishment of regular milestones!!! I wish I could make a photo journal of the early months of both of my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Samanyu... aka chinna aka budugu aka tweety (hmmm... at present there is no unanimously agreed upon pet name for him! )is going to be a year old next month! He is very very adamant in nature..he wants what ever he wants when ever he wants it. The best part is he already seems to know how to get what he wants too! His favourite time of the day is in the night while the entire family chills out before the TV. He always wants to cling to me like a baby monkey and puts up a real fight if anyone is trying to take him away from me! He knows that pressing the buttons on the remote control triggers some thing on the TV. Consequently his favourite time pass is playing with the remote! And, he loves scribbling on the wall with a pencil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8675885743355724880-2145705915545624255?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2145705915545624255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/samanyu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/2145705915545624255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/2145705915545624255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/samanyu.html' title='Samanyu...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzIR6gID7JI/AAAAAAAADpM/6W6TJaDXydM/s72-c/DSC00856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-6173113658736898297</id><published>2009-12-23T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:15:57.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sahishnu...'/><title type='text'>Google Search...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;How many times did you feel like giving a missed call to the TV remote when you did not find it? These simple shortcuts have become so much a part and parcel of life.. that many a time, while searching for a particular thing in my draw or my wardrobe the first thing that comes to my mind is "ctrl-F"! Ocassionally, if I think I added a little too much salt to the dish I am cooking... I would immediately think of undo.. "ctrl-z". And one day.. I was really shocked when my little one asked me to search for my comb on Google!!! Here goes the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzHpeqKbG3I/AAAAAAAADo8/-48QCD8A4Qc/s1600-h/google.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzHpeqKbG3I/AAAAAAAADo8/-48QCD8A4Qc/s640/google.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8675885743355724880-6173113658736898297?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6173113658736898297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/google-search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/6173113658736898297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/6173113658736898297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/google-search.html' title='Google Search...!!!'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzHpeqKbG3I/AAAAAAAADo8/-48QCD8A4Qc/s72-c/google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-7950040145629777823</id><published>2009-12-22T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:16:50.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sahishnu...'/><title type='text'>My first attempt at a comic strip...</title><content type='html'>When I stumbled upon a blog ( despite many attempts I can not recollect it ).. I got inspired to do this comic strip. The subject is ofcourse my five year old son and the way he comprehends several aspects with his teeny-tiny thought process. I am yet to name it.. So, here goes the very first one of the series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzH1uikfOuI/AAAAAAAADpE/7qSbbWY-iuc/s1600-h/moral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzH1uikfOuI/AAAAAAAADpE/7qSbbWY-iuc/s640/moral.jpg" /&gt;&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/8675885743355724880-7950040145629777823?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7950040145629777823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-attempt-at-comic-strip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/7950040145629777823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/7950040145629777823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-attempt-at-comic-strip.html' title='My first attempt at a comic strip...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzH1uikfOuI/AAAAAAAADpE/7qSbbWY-iuc/s72-c/moral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-445036943519786300</id><published>2009-12-17T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:53:07.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just blogging...'/><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>October 3rd 2008&amp;nbsp;- Back to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 17th 2009 -&amp;nbsp;Delivered baby boy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8th 2009 - Little baby was given the name Samanyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2009 - Relocated to Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu is studying UKG in kidzee now!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summarises most of what had been going on in my life for the past one year and also justifies my hibernation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-445036943519786300?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/445036943519786300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/445036943519786300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/445036943519786300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-3041030820160684835</id><published>2009-12-17T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:53:21.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just blogging...'/><title type='text'>Hibernation... Ended!!!</title><content type='html'>After a real long hiatus of more than a year... I am back to my world on the internet! When I logged in to update my home on googlepages, I&amp;nbsp;found it no longer exists! After a considerable thought, I had to switch to Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my new home... with a beautiful template!&amp;nbsp;I had to copy-paste all the contents of my old pages as I was not at all happy with the new look forced on it by googlesites! I really miss my old site.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hope I can have happy time blogging on blogger too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brighter side of the relocation is that I can receive comments from other bloggers now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-3041030820160684835?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3041030820160684835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/hibernation-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3041030820160684835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3041030820160684835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/hibernation-ended.html' title='Hibernation... Ended!!!'/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-3971731099600246196</id><published>2009-12-17T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:17:45.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sahishnu...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/kannaupsidedown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/kannaupsidedown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sahishnu... 'kanna' as I call him, is indeed the sweetest child ever born on this big round Earth and under the wide blue sky! By the 26th of October,2007, he completes his third year. Right from the day when I took him into my arms as an impeccable infant to this day when he is a naughty nimble nestling outsmarting my own intelligence, the journey has been wonderful for me. Everyday, I discover a new fact and each day I learn a new lesson. This is the place where I want to document his growth, his achievements, milestones accomplished and above all my ultimate pride of being a mother of the little adorable darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu's friends... (10th May 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to mention Kanna's friends through the first few years of his life here...! &lt;br /&gt;Kanna has a handful of friends at school as well as in the neighbourhood. And he also got intoduced to the emotions of 'being parted' with friends too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his very few playmates at home, Sirish went to India for good last week. Initially whenI explained kanna that Sirish would be going to India, he could not accept it. But a little later, he was ready to compromise and he said, "ok fine I will play with Sirish on the internet" Someone asked him "how would you do that"and he instantly replied "I can see him on the webcam and we'll play together". Seriously I was awakened to the extent of virtual reality we are getting used to in today's world and the irony is that it is nothing but natural to the little kids here! I am only surprised that the very sense of 'togetherness' is changed by the wide spectrum of communication channels that we have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gave me the idea of documenting Kanna's early-in-life friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/CIMG1197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/CIMG1197.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The above is a pic of Kanna with his friends Sirish, Harini and Harshini, trying to dance together on kanna's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With only a difference of 4 months in age, Kanna and Sirish enjoyed playing with each other.. they seldom talked to each other as each other's mother-tongue is different,but they communicated with each other by imitating one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/HariniandHarshini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/HariniandHarshini.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kanna is more comfortable with Harini and Harshini, (better known as 'the twins'), than with any one else. They go to the same pre-school as well (but different classes). Initially they never used to talk to each other nor played together but, they wanted to be together. But now that the three of them can speak their own share of English.. they somehow manage talking to each other and they play very merrily. Harini and Harshini call Kanna as 'Sai' and it is cute to see them caring for him. When I give them something to eat or play with they make sure I gave it to kanna also.. by saying 'Sai kuuuuuuuuuuuu' .Yes they have the habit of dragging every word they speak and it is really cute to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take pics of three of them playing together and a video too. Hoping to upload it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school too Kanna has so many friends... and he says his best friend is Andrew. And one monday when I dropped kanna at school, I found that Andrew was hugging him so tight until their teacher asked them to go apart. When kanna came back home I asked him about the hug and he told me Andrew, his best friend missed him so much over the weekend and so hugged him as soon as he saw him. Every other day aftercoming home from school he has tales to tell me about what he and Andrew did togehter on that day...! And these days Kanna keeps asking me to invite Andrew home some day! Hmmm.... that will be on my to-do list with considerable priority given to it! And when I invite Andrew, I shall surely post about it and pics of Andrew and Kanna together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu's first visit to the library... (25th March 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we took Kanna to the Cobb County central library. I must say he enjoyed the visit very much. He was excited to see a lot of books which had all the characters he knew like Clifford, Arthur and Curious George. He was fascinated by the books about the animals, he loved when we read to him from the picture books about Gorillas, Whales, Fish and Airplanes. When I asked him what books he wanted to take home, he selected one book about Whales, and two curious George books. I was very happy to see him as excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is three days after the visit to the library and I read each book to him for almost a hundred and one times. I am very glad about the little one's keen interest and love for books (this was one thing I surely wanted to inculcate in him), but it is bothering me that every other minute I have to sit with him reading a book. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the three books he got, the one he loves the most is that about the Whales. I don't know why but these days he is most fascinated by the Oceans and the "underwater" stuff. He had learnt a great deal about whales from the book, and he tells every one he meets that there are two types of whales,one toothed and the other baleen. That the heart of a whale is the size of our car, and that baby Whales grow by hour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to watch all the videos of whales available on Youtube and now he recognises Narwhals, White whales and Humpback whales! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I am only too happy, to know that Kanna loves books and to see his curiosity and interest to learn more and more about what fascinates him! :). Yes, I am beaming as I am writing this, and I have to take a picture of Kanna in the library on our next visit, and a picture of him reading his favourite book. Will do that and publish it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been quite some time...(7th March 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;since I updated on Kanna! Lots of stuff to catch up with! Kanna celebrated his 3rd birthday about four months ago, and now he knows the meaning of his name!!! He goes to school five days a week now and picked up a lot of spoken English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day when I was teaching him the names of body parts I told him about forehead.. he did not agree to call it forehead saying 'no one will have four heads'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is becoming sweetly naughty by the day! He loves playing adventure games. He is good at mimicking others , every day he comes home from school and mimics his teachers and friends. He loves music especially 'nachle nachle mere yar tu nachle' from 'Aja Nachle' and ' Righto Lefto ' from 'anukokunda oka roju'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing a little finickier when it comes to food! Eats no fruit other than banana, I have to tell him a hundred and one stories about micro-organisms and anti-bodies to get him eat vegetables and he doesn't eat anything unless he is convinced about the look and feel of it :). He loves noodles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favourite passtime now is to watch or listen to stories from Indian epiclore! He loves the stories of Hanuman and Ganesha! He plays their roles and hemade for himself one bow with a cloth-hanger and a rubber band! it is cute to see him play with it! He can reach the switches now and he can switch on and off the lights all by himself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all he no more likes to be referred to as the little one ... he is big boy now.. that is what he says.. when he checks how tall he grew up everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times are here again...(3rd oct 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I hoped and believed, kanna did a great job at school today... he started his first project too :). His teacher traced both his hands on a paper which he is going to color and decorate and that masterpiece of art will be displayed in the school notice board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am a happy and proud mom... for all of you who had been wodering, and wanting to share my happiness, this explains my status message on google talk today and for the next few days to come... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanna's first day in school(2nd Oct 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is kanna's firt day in school. I had no anticipations nor expectations about how this day would be, thought I would face it as it comes. Without any effort, I succeeded in not thiniking about how he would feel and react to this new phase of life he is going to embark on. Finally when the day came, both of us faced it.. if not very well, I can say it was not a complete disaster either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the series of events,that took place on this significant day, I made sure not to mention anything about school that might form impressions on kanna so, he was more ethusiastic than not to go to school. He got up from bed and brushed his teeth without throwing any tantrums. He got dressed up and started to school with his back pack, and he was very happy to go to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/kannasfirstdaytoschool.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/kannasfirstdaytoschool.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we went there, he went inside the classroom and he never even looked back to see if we were around. Comfortably placed himself near the set of toys that he liked in the classroom, and started playing with them. It was my choice (probably mistake) to stay there at the school and make sure he was comfortable all along. When the teacher was bringing them out of the classroom for a snack, he found me there and started crying and his screaming reached the maximum possible when he knew I was around but not with him comforting him when he was crying. After half an hour of wailing, crying and screaming continuously, his teacher gave in and sent him to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back to me the first thing he did was to question me on not being there when he wanted me... what do I tell him? Finally I convinced him to go back to the classroom and he did it.. went back and played in the classroom for fifteen more minutes when dad came and picked both of us back to home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be his second day to school and after his first day's experience, I can't help thinking and worrying about tomorrow how much ever I do not want to do it. Everyone who knows kanna well says, he is a kid mature enough to handle this situation and with in no time he will be all excited to go to school and narrate stories to me when he comes back. Somewhere deep inside my heart, I believe so too, for such a sweetheart that kanna is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is quite an unsettling experience to see my little one who is all attached to me and who was inseperable from me for the past three years, crying helplessly to reach me and wanting me to help him out of the whole new environment he is being introduced to. There were tears in my eyes too and I do not want to hide that fact. I know this is just 'yet-another-phase' and it will get over soon... and almost every other mother and kid go through this kind of experience, but just to reassure myself I was browing the web about first day at school and seperation anxiety material only to find people penning same emotions as mine and narrating same experience as mine. There were even people who were apprehensive about sending their kid to school because they thought the school staff were very 'impersonal' . I have to confess that I felt the same about the school staff, but guess that is how they will be... a teacher is a teacher and she can not and should not behave like a mother! I donot have any second thought about sending him to school tomorrow... cos I know that kanna has to go to school and even though he has issues to handle right now, going through all this would only empower him in being a better being and I know we can make all this even more easier to handle as we have one great asset in favour of us, it being that we understand each other very very well :). Looking forward for a better tomorrow when kanna would go to school happily and I would be eagerly waiting for him to come back and relate to me his learning experience all through the day. I assure my self that day is not far away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanna reciting rhymes (22nd sep 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanna is sweetly reciting rhymes now.. the best one I liked is him reciting two little dicky birds with action. Watch the video I am sure you will like it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=5328843358888332221&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="height: 326px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna Swallowed TV in His childhood?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was narrating a story to kanna, where krishna shows the fourteen worlds of Indian mythology to His mother, when she asks Him to open His mouth to make sure he was not eating sand. Just to make it comprehensible to Kanna I told him that Krishna showed all the trees, sky, oceans, etc in His mouth. Kanna told me that Krishna swallowed TV in His childhood that is why He could show all that to His mother in His mouth!!! No wonder! This is the most Tach-savvy generation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty... Please come (16th April 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu, who is a real angel and a wonderful boy very cooperative but ofcourse a menace when it comes to sleeping early at night. He wants to enjoy the whole time playing with his father and he loaths being called by me to sleep. Day in and day out, I need to find new ways to convince him or to force him to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the initial days when we moved to Atlanta, while I took him out for a walk, he saw the leasing manager of the community, Betty Head, warning a few boys for some mischief they had done. Sahishnu asked me what was going on and I explained him that Betty is the manager here and if anybody does any bad deed or if any one doesn't adhere to the rules of the community she warns them and punishes them severly if they do not listen. It was quite convenient for me to instill it in him that sleeping early was one of the rules of the community and if you don't sleep early, then Betty is out there to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night if he goes cranky and doesn't sleep, Daddy dear would knock the wall with his fingers and mummy dear would tell him it's Betty knocking the door and he would immediately hug ma and go to sleep. No long stories, no unending lullabies and pleading the baby to sleep, just a knock on the wall and Betty's name.. he would sleep instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We assuredly thought that he bought the whole story about Betty until one fine afternoon, when Sahishnu was playing with daddy and asked him to sleep. When daddy did not sleep, he went to the wall, knocked it gently with his knuckles and shouted "Betty please come-- ". My face went white.. I still can't comprehend what I felt at thattime... was it shock, disbelief.. or embarassment that he knew my trick and just gave in for God knows what the reason was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson that I learnt.. "never try to outsmart kids and of all my sonny dear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still try and keep formulating new tricks to put him to sleep early though.. after all, I am a mother :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 'A' Sahishnu wrote on his own (30th April 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/firstAsahishnuwroteonhisown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/firstAsahishnuwroteonhisown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sahishnu's English Conversation (1st May 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Atlanta, Sahishnu is now frequently listening to every one speaking English, he is intently keen on learning it. He keeps asking me the English version of everything I speak and the English meanings of all the little words he knows. That is still not enough for him, he desperately wants to talk fluent English. Here is an excerpt of conversation he had with Sindhu, in fluent English... I loved his tiny effort in trying to converse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhu : You fell down the other day.. how are you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu : Dhom.. (Dhom is something he uses to symbolise something that fell down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhu : Are you applying some thing there? An ointment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu : Tombleystish (God knows what it means :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhu : Does it hurt you? Is it Paining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahishnu : Milk, Cereal Bar (He interpreted her question in his own way and gave an apt answer according to his perception)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up real fast...(27th July 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/kannatape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/kannatape.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the sweetest snap of sahishnu taken by me when he practically destroyed my favourite audio tape that contained M.S.subbulakshmi's bhavayami raghuramam...! Now as I recollect those not so long gone days, a little tiny sweetheart he was crawling everywhere in the home and mumbling only the outlines of the words he wanted to speak, that was the only time I can think of that he had been destructive... and kids are not kids if they are perfect angels, they got to be naughty atleast at times! May be that is why I love this snap so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he is grown up and it is so evident in his every action and every word he speaks. I somehow feel he is incredibly mature for his age, and to support my feeling I have to relate this incident... I had to do the laundry today, and I asked him if he wanted to accompany me to the laundry room, his reply was that he preferred staying at home and watching his favite (sahishnu's vocab for favourite) curious George, as it was hot today. This was a welcome suggestion for me as I thought little adventures like these help him grow more confident as well as responsible. I made two trips to the laundry room, first one was short, and by the time I came back he was comfortably sitting in the comfy couch as he calls it... and by the time I came back from my second trip which took a little longer than the first one probably 10 minutes, I found him coming out of the house and waiting for me. When I wanted to make the third and last trip to the laundry room and told him that, his response was that he preferred to accompany me this time, and he explained his decission saying ' nenu malle edisthe neeku pobbem ayipothundamma ' which means, if you go and I cry for you it will be a problem for you. Then I understood he felt a little nervous when I was gone for 10 minutes before but still, he did not panic or cry just because he told me he was a brave boy and assured me he would be home till I come back. So, he did not want to be in such a situation again and he wanted me to accomany me...! Seriously, I feel very proud of him when for such little actions like these everyone who knows him considers him to be the most accomodative kid and a blessing on me.. he really is. And for the naughty part of Sahishnu, he now imitates everyone and mimics the way they speak. I froze this wonderful moment when he was pretending to be my father, Buddheesh tata as he calls him by wrapping a towel round him. And I love this snap a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/buddheeshtataoncemore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://sites.google.com/site/treasureofthoughts/buddheeshtataoncemore.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After all this, one thing I must tell is that he is growing up and he is growing up real fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8675885743355724880-3971731099600246196?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3971731099600246196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/sahishnu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3971731099600246196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3971731099600246196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/sahishnu.html' title=''/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675885743355724880.post-3044273628940912232</id><published>2009-12-16T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:53:54.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just blogging...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday May 21st 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to travel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a month since I had updated this page... nothing much really &lt;em&gt;happened , &lt;/em&gt;so not lots to be shared but for the upcoming Orlando trip. Not getting enough time to read these days,or is it that I donot find 'Emma' interesting enough to keep my eyes glued to it? I don't know but it is taking me too long to finish it. I still have 'Anthem' and 'Vital Signs' in the queue. I hardly read a page or two a day from Emma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is the day. Going on a 4 day vacation. All set to have loads of fun and will post about it after returning. When I comeback, I will havelots of pics to share and all my experiences and also &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/my'sun'sahishnu"&gt;Kanna's &lt;/a&gt;enjoyment. Can't really wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday April 14th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading Pride and Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a copy of Jane Austen's 'pride and prejudice' yesterday. Alongwith it, I also got Jane Austen's 'Emma' and Ayn Rand's 'Anthem' and Robin Cook's 'Vital Signs'! Whew.. a lot of reading to do! Logged in to &amp;nbsp;Shelfari today and boy.. it made me realise that I have so many books on my wishlist! Tried to create a gadget and place my booklist on this page but it is kind of messing up the look and layout, and I did not like it! Coming back to pride and prejudice, it sort of turns me nostalgic. The first time I read it was when I was in my Intermediate! Pride and Prejudice was our English supplementary reader and probably the first novel of it's kind that I read! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading it again is almost like sitting in that classroom, remembering all those discussions on the novel... ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday April 13th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avant Browser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used this browser at work before! Found it while searching fervently for an open source browser back when I was working on browser plugins for antology creations.. in &lt;a href="http://www.ncb.ernet.in/" rel="nofollow"&gt;NCST&lt;/a&gt;. Though this was not an open source browser, I was very much impressed by the features in provided,like tabbed browsing, opening multiple websites with a tiled view, pop-up blocking, mouse enabled navigation and many more... in 2001 that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somehow not satisfied with IE, browsing had not been a happy experience&amp;nbsp; for me inspite of the pop-up blocker I have and the adware and spyware detection and elimination software installed on my machine. I Switched to firefox but then, that would not let me run many of the active-x controls and plugins. After spending a whole day searching for add-ons to firefox, (&amp;nbsp;I required to run a couple and firefox kept telling me it never recognised them... very unfair I thoguht) I suddenly rememberd Avant while watching a movie on Saturday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded and installed it and now it comes wrapped up with many more features like online storage for bookmarks and auto complete passwords. I am alomost happy with it... ask me "why almost?".. it is because, Avant does not allow me to have google search tool bar as an add-on grrrrrr...!&amp;nbsp; Further it has it's own Avant search bar powered by Yahoo! search... the search engine that I never ever preferred... even before google was popular I used Ask Jeeves and never Yahoo! search! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind! I compensated it by making Google my home page and leaving a tab with Google on my browser so I can switch whenever I want to search. I miss google tool bar though! On the positive side, without a tool bar I have to search from Google home page and that means I will never miss the cute images they add to Google on special occassions like Valentines day, Father's day, Mother's day etc..! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend Avant.. to anybody. It gave me a better browsing experience and for those of you who are used to browsing with IE, Avant is still better because it still uses IE with all the additional functionality built on top of it!!! It's free for download, go ahead and try it here &lt;a href="http://www.avantbrowser.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.avantbrowser.com/&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday April 10th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched to Firefox today.. I wonder why I hadn't done it long ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday April 9th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you want to see yourself in the next five years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was what he asked us... just as a prelude to the business opportunity he lay before us as an 'Independent Business Owner'. His name was Navdeep, and he was not the only 0ne&amp;nbsp;who made us this generous offer, which was supposed to help us retire at the age of thirty five and achieve a wholesome financial independence...!!! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to those of you who guessed what I am talking about! You have been already talked to about '&lt;i&gt;you-know-what' .&lt;/i&gt;That means you came across Navdeep and Tejinder or Nagendra and Sunita or Deepak and his wife (forgot her name!) or one of those other million people just a step away from being multi-millionaires in Walmart or the International Farmer's Market or Grand Mercado or&amp;nbsp; 'n' number of other locations.. that is where it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine weekend when you are out in one of the malls, you find a very friendly Indian couple... they smile at you when they pass by you.. of course,you return the smile. They make sure there is a second encounter in a parallel aisle, (some of them do not wait for a second encounter) and they start a friendly conversation. For us it had always been ' cute kid.. How old is he?' You answer them,and they make a small talk, which would lead to an exchange of phone numbers... and then starts the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promptly the next week you would get a call from them and they would want to meet you the following day and when you meet, you are bugged by questions like the above one and you would be given&amp;nbsp; a lot of 'Gnyan' about one Mr. Sahay who quit his high paid job as a CEO just like that because he wanted to spend time with his family, and one Mr. Joy who felt very secure with his job until one morning when he got chucked out of his job without any prior notice and did not know what to do with his life there after and so on and so forth. You will be given a choice of being Mr.Sahay or someone like Mr.Joy... and it is taken for granted that you only want to be another Mr.Sahay by venturing into the brilliant business opportunity made by them... you will be given rubbish CD's about the stuff and how easy it is to make money and how important it is to be financially independent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from then on the process of convincing you, coaxing you etc.. etc.. goes on and on&amp;nbsp; testing how stubborn you can be and how well you can stick to your decision. Thank fully we passed the test with distinction for three times.. and decided we never want to be put thorough the test again! So, next time I meet&amp;nbsp; friendly Indians anywhere, and I am asked for contact details I am going to tell them my name is Aishwarya Rai and my Husband's name is Abhishek Bacchan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday April 7th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ugadi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gtalk Status Message&amp;nbsp;today said "Sarvadhari nama ugadi subhakankshalu" .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugadi is the telugu new year's day, this day is signified by the "ugadi pacchadi", made to embed all the six tastes in it to symbolize the life! The Neem flowers are used to bring the bitterness, and where could I get them here in Atlanta? But I did not want to curb the tradition and I substituted it with Bitter gourd! So, on the whole our Ugadi went well with traditional but compromised Ugadi pacchadi and some sweet pongal that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this day has another significance where it had been on 7th April when I met 'the guy next door' for the first time!!! Incidentally the same guy happens to be my husband now :). Six years&amp;nbsp; less three days of togetherness... wonderful life just like 'Ugadi pacchadi' with every taste in it..., and a sweet little cute kid and... a little place to&amp;nbsp; write about it.. and someone reading it... whoa! could I ask for more? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday April 1st 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whom do I admire more?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard Roark or Ayn Rand? A very tough question to answer.&amp;nbsp; Had been more than half way through reading "Fountain Head" and I want to get it by heart.. each line of it..just the way I learned chalam's tranlation of Tagore's Geetanjali,just the way I learn any melodious song that I like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving it and reading it for the first time&amp;nbsp;would turn&amp;nbsp;out to be yet another most cherished memory for my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday March 24th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading "Fountain Head" by Ayn Rand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a copy of the "Fountain Head" , from the library. I wanted to read it for the past two years and now I am. This is Ayn Rand's first book that I am reading, and I am loving to read it. When ever I start reading a book, I want to read it at a stretch... with minimal distractions.. whatever I do, my thoughts are always stuck with the book I am reading and I get back to reading it at the earliest. Usually I finish reading a novel of reasonable size in a maximum span of three to four days... but with Fountain Head it is not so... I don't want to complete reading the book, I want to savor&amp;nbsp; each page of the entire book by reading it at a slow pace and absorb the content of it and relish the taste of it forever! So, far I did not even finish reading the first part, "Peter Keating", and the characters seem so real that in every character and what they do, I can find some one I know who thinks so or who does things exactly the same manner...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read more of Ayn Rand now and can't wait to get a copy of "Atlas Shrugged" on my next visit to the library. I also got Sheldon's "Are you afraid of the dark " on my previous visit. When it comes to fiction, Sidney Sheldon is my favourite writer.. and I got to read this book soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to include a book reviews page to my site now, I never wrote any book reviews so far but I want to start it with Fountain Head! Should wait and see how far I would get to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, I am fascinated by pencil art. It is wonderful how you portray the world around just with some black strokes on a white paper. Got a book&amp;nbsp;"Complete Drwaing - pencil art " from Barnes and Noble about a month ago and started properly learning pencil art by reading the book :).&amp;nbsp;So far so good, will post some of my initial pencil sketches soon! May be later I will have a seperate page for my pencil sketches here :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday March 14th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Perturbed Parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the term exaclty describes me at the moment... ! A little introspection of my concerns about my three year old, awakened me to the light of many facts and fallacies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, just like any other parent&amp;nbsp;today have very high expectations of my little kid. And I really want to try and get him to a point as near to perfection as possible, just because he is a statement of my parenting abilities and I want to be a parent who is as perfect as possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. when I was a&amp;nbsp;kid, was I as&amp;nbsp;good as I want my son to be now? I am sure my mother would say "NO". But looking back as far as I can remember, my parents never set any premise for what or how&amp;nbsp;we(me and my sweet little brother)&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;do or be..! There never was do this and do that or don't do this or don't say that..! Giving it a thought now,I feel very happy and proud that they&amp;nbsp;are always content with what we&amp;nbsp;are and how we are! To be precise, they just let us be! I am very glad they did! I am very proud to mention that here, and as I am doing it, I have a question arising in my mind, if my son would be writing something like this 20 years down the lane, would he be glad if not proud to have a parent like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was resigning my central government job and taking a break from my flourishing career to be a full time mother, every one asked me why I wanted to do it! The answer that I gave myself for that question was, I wanted to give my son atleast half of&amp;nbsp; the attention, love and freedom&amp;nbsp;I got from my parents and I had a feeling I can't do that as a working mother! The question now is, am I giving him all that? The answer is, attention and love YES, and freedom.. NOT SURE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Taare Zameen Par, voiced out the concerns about the pressure on kids today, but that is only a miniscule fraction of it! Thinking about it, I feel, kids today are on a constant evaluation..&amp;nbsp;the way they eat, the way they play, the way they interact, the way they behave, what ever they do and how ever they do it.. every single movement of theirs is under&amp;nbsp;continuous appraisal. All that just because we parents think that they echo and mirror our parenting skills, and unfortunately, all we do is&amp;nbsp;measure ourselves on the basis of what others think of us and we are inculcating that habit of us into the kids right from&amp;nbsp;a very tender age,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;leave them&amp;nbsp;to bear the brunt of it for their life time&amp;nbsp;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when Kanna was throwing tantrums in public and I could not handle it, I went wild and punished him for the first time! When I knew that he was not responding to my friends as I want him to ,&amp;nbsp;I started giving him strict instructions on how he is supposed to interact with everyone he meets...! When I reason out now on why&amp;nbsp;should I do that, it is only because I feel embarassed in front of my friends if he does not interact properly,&amp;nbsp;and if he does not behave properly!&amp;nbsp;I was only concerened about my embarassment but I did not realise the pressure that it would&amp;nbsp;exert on the little mind...&amp;nbsp;that was quite thought provoking and made me realise my over-expectations from my little one and the pressure of it that I am exerting on my kid, unknowingly. I am really really sorry for it now! I shall definitely try not to do it ever again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of thought to it, which I am not able to express right now.. may be I will some day, on this very page! But for now...Let us leave the kids to be what they are... let us give them a space, where kids can be "KIDS" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this forward from one of my friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is the second Brain to many of us. We use it frequently. It uses white screen which&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; consumes higher power.&lt;br /&gt;If Google had a black screen, taking in account the huge number of page views, according to calculations, 750 mega watts/hour per year would be saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response Google created a black version of its search engine, called Blackle, with the exact same functions as the white version, but obviously with lower energy consumption:&lt;br /&gt;Help spread the word! Please use &lt;a href="http://www.blackle.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;www.blackle.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ek Anek..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad to find this on you tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a &amp;nbsp;short film ad to promote unity and integrity in India, filmed by the Government of India and was telecast on Doordarshan (the only television channel available for us to watch when I was a kid). I loved the film ever since and I am very glad to find it now and I showed it to kanna also.. I told him, that was the cartoon I got to see when I was a kid! Thanks to who ever uploaded &amp;nbsp;it, now I am fervently searching for some other ad films that I loved to watch back at that time :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oracle Uninstallation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been meddling with Oracle 10g database lately.&amp;nbsp;Uninstalling it is an ordeal, and more so when the Operating system is Vista. Glad to find this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aricsblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/uninstalling-oracle-10g-manually-from.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;http://aricsblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/uninstalling-oracle-10g-manually-from.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a step by step procedure to uninstall oracle manually for xp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gtalk Status Messages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most happening thing on the web today I think is the status notifications as I call it.. something like status messages on the IM, current mood icons on the blogs etc. My favourite instant messenger is ofcourse GTalk and I love to include status messages on it to let my friends on&amp;nbsp;Gtalk know about my current status. I have seen status messages ranging from the most wonderful to the wierdest, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;some just letting people knowing the availability status like, 'busy', 'in a meeting', 'away from computer' &amp;nbsp;etc., &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some&amp;nbsp;quoting&amp;nbsp; famous quotations, like 'a thing of beauty is joy forever' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some just quoting what they feel&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;at the particular instant the best I came across till now is 'findnig fortune in unexpected places' and I want to quote one more such message from one of my GTalk friends which I liked very much..&amp;nbsp; 'I am not yet a woman, not a girl'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on most of the blogs, we find 'current mood' Icons, 'currently reading' stuff and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want now, is a possibility to include current mood icons in the Gtalk status message. Since only the people who know me personally are on my Gtalk friends list and it is only with them that I converse with on Gtalk, I find it appropriate to reveal my current mood to them. And, I also want my status messages to be&amp;nbsp;saved along with the date on which I had written them!&amp;nbsp;saving them to my gmail account just the way they save chat history would not be great deal!&amp;nbsp; What do you think.. Google? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that orkut displays your Gtalk status as well as the current mood from your blogger, I am not sure if it&amp;nbsp;saves them, but even if it does, I want what I want on GTalk and not on orkut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? Orkut is not my cup of coffee! It is one of the Google products that utterly failed to convince me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I am a citizen of the world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this line very very much. I found it here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://krishnasree.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;http://krishnasree.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Google Indic Transliteration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been quite some time since &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/transliterate/indic/Telugu"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;Googles' Indic transliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has been available on the web. When I used it for the first time, I thought it was partly intelligent, as it seemed to understand the most used&amp;nbsp;instance of a word as it&amp;nbsp; is being typed (just the Google way!).&amp;nbsp; When it could not transliterate the text I typed to the exact word in my mind it gave me suggestions on the word. But in some contexts the suggestions seemed to&amp;nbsp;really unintelligent. And the first time I tried it, it did not seem to follow the conventional Indic transliteration notation. ( I am not sure, but I remember it appeared to me so at that time ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of my boundless affection for Google and it's products, I could not take the Indic transliteration from Google as it was and preferred &lt;a href="http://lekhini.org/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;Lekhini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at that moment,&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is also reasonably good (probably a little more effort should go into it testing and fixing one or two bugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I &amp;nbsp;tried &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/transliterate/indic/Telugu"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Googles' Indic transliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I was surprised to see the improvements in it. It seems really intelligible.&amp;nbsp;Not only it gives suggestions for a word as it could be, but now it also has an option "Edit", and when you choose&amp;nbsp;that option, a cute little keyboard appears, where you can edit the word in the native Indian language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am testing it with different combinations of letters but till now,no unexpected results. Keep it up Google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The thief, the public, me and my conscience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly at an hour past midnight, we woke up to the gushing sound outside and whomping footsteps all around. Curious to find out what it was, my husband would not listen to me how much ever I held him back saying it was not our business. I really did not want him to go out to find what was happening just because I was selfish enough to think that if something out there was really wrong, I did not want my husband to be hurt in any way. Come what may, I wanted both of us&amp;nbsp;securely locked inside indifferent to the situation outside. Concerned as I was about my husband, I had to follow him outside just to be with him and ensure that he would not end up in any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was a furore outside, towards a thief who apparently tried to steal and got caught by the owner. I could no more hold back my husband who was fervently reaching out to help our neighbors in catching the thief who was desperately trying to escape. I stood out there in the dark witnessing the highly dramatic episode which I had never encountered before and probably (hopefully) would never come across again. I could hear the same selfish cries like mine being uttered by almost all my neighbors around me, calling back their sons or husbands or their other family members, asking them not to bother. Finally, the thief was caught, but wouldn’t admit his fault but he would argue and try to convince the people that he was not trying to steal and bla bla bla. But then the persistent group of my husband and neighbors, made him accept his mistake and then the thief started apologizing and literally begging pardon. Some furious youngsters in the crowd started beating the thief, just for the excitement and the adventure in it. One by one the people in crowd started moving away, warning the thief not to repeat it and asking the beating mob to stop it and leave the thief and so did my husband. A few more minutes and the thief was beaten the hell out of him by the angry, adventurous and excited guys probably just for the mere thrill of it. I saw that blood was oozing out of the thief’s nose and mouth and finally when he was totally unconscious and floored they left him with one last kick in his abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone who was watching all this, in awe or with fear, or whatever, started hurrying back inside. I couldn’t help glancing once again at the unconscious thief and then it occurred to me, who ever he was, what ever he does, he was a human being in the first place. I wondered, would he die out of pain or because of all the physical abuse he received from the public? He might be feeling thirsty, he might need water in desperate, and would he die of thirst? Is it humanity to leave a person in such a situation on the road to his fate? His family might be waiting for him, not knowing that he was beaten to death. My heart wanted to go give him a pail of water, and ask him not to repeat it again at least with a concern towards himself and his family. I looked around to see if someone else was trying to show the same kind of humanity that I wanted to show. Everyone already hurried inside and switched off the lights too. And from a corner of my mind my selfish ness shouted, why should I bother when no one else does? What if the thief will catch hold of me or snatch my chain or ring and run away? What if he dies and later the police will come to interrogate me, as I was the one who saw him last? There were so many if’s and but’s but at last my selfishness won and I went inside along with my husband, leaving the thief to his plight. I could sense the same kind of conflict running inside my husband’s heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My conscience started pricking me for what I did or may be for what I was supposed to do but did not, I could not sleep the whole night. There were so many questions which I could not answer. Why everyone including me is so selfish? Why did I try to stop my husband from going out first of all? If I were in a helpless situation looking for some kind of help, and none of my neighbors turned up to help me… what would I do? Why I was so selfish? Why should people beat a person to death, they could just warn him or hand him to police or something like that. Why should they derive so much of satisfaction in avenging his deed by hurting him physically? And why could I not dare to help the thief in such a pathetic condition of his? Why was I more concerned about my ornaments than a LIFE? As I felt truly ashamed unable to answer all these questions, I knew, I was just another selfish being in the society, indifferent to others’ needs and troubles. How ever idealistic my thoughts may be, how ever gentle my feelings may be, how ever sensitive my heart may be, I might claim myself to be an individual with compassion and love towards my fellow human beings, I might be first to offer charity to the needy, and the deprived but still, when it comes to some real situations demanding a virtuous action, I am as selfish as anyone else in the world. I am just an exact illustration of those many typical social animals living in these concrete jungles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Simple Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord let me be a simple soul,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life brings.&lt;br /&gt;Finding joy in solitude,&lt;br /&gt;And peace in little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content to watch the grasses grow,&lt;br /&gt;And all the flowers bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing sunlight to the lives&lt;br /&gt;That may be touched with gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord let me be a simple soul,&lt;br /&gt;However grand this earth,&lt;br /&gt;And never let me once forget&lt;br /&gt;How much my soul is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind me to the things of life,&lt;br /&gt;That cause the heart to stray,&lt;br /&gt;And keep me just a simple soul ....&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8675885743355724880-3044273628940912232?l=puttadibomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3044273628940912232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-may-21st-2008-time-to-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3044273628940912232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8675885743355724880/posts/default/3044273628940912232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttadibomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-may-21st-2008-time-to-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>simplesoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16360141784229733320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pixU17TPBRA/SzoP787EoaI/AAAAAAAADsg/CyVNeB08ENM/S220/girlonmoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
