<?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-20662324</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:15:40.845+09:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='erosure-dream'/><category term='movies'/><category term='mundane'/><category term='society'/><category term='techie'/><category term='Times of india'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>WARPING THOUGHTS !</title><subtitle type='html'>PERFECTIONIST- Exploring &amp; Dreaming!
One who rules with PERFECTION is the real one.
Never be defeated! Lately, falling down is not defeat, refusing to getup is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-480076419753131084</id><published>2008-02-19T19:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:14:51.280+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its like you are speeding on a runway and suddenly you feel you are growing old. An adrenaline rush paves the way to think a whole lot radical and rational. You ponder over the question of what. You want to be warm like the rays of sun on a cold morning, but you’ll be the cold itself. Going back to the times spent with all my friends. As Ted says ‘Here’s a thing about life, even though you know you are making a mistake you make it.’ Ah, so true.There is so much in life that I have done and that I want to do. Mistakes were done, but then I am contended now. For the things that I want to do, I will do them even though i feel it might be a mistake, at-least I wont repent in the future that I should have done this thing in the past. Ah, there you go, my heart feels light like ever before. Its been friends,mistakes &amp;amp; me all my life. Singing Bob’s redemption song  - &lt;/p&gt;                          “…Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    None but ourselves can free our minds…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-480076419753131084?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/480076419753131084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=480076419753131084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/480076419753131084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/480076419753131084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-like-you-are-speeding-on-runway-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-8357414274778087809</id><published>2008-01-31T17:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:53.336+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/R6GBSslnFiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/igbnkdfxY5A/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/R6GBSslnFiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/igbnkdfxY5A/s320/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161548806149838370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-8357414274778087809?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8357414274778087809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=8357414274778087809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8357414274778087809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8357414274778087809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/R6GBSslnFiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/igbnkdfxY5A/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-7097153335734706636</id><published>2007-12-27T20:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:49:26.649+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A prey to &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;; a pray for &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I could still see the same glitter in his eyes. He looked more elated than the last time I saw him. That same face just winked at me “How you doing bro’?” Anupendra Chattopadyay was known for his stiff upper lip. Tall, fair and well built, an Indian with a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lancashire&lt;/st1:place&gt; touch. Last six years he has changed 5 jobs. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; is mandatory bro’, u need to learn to live life! &lt;i style=""&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; is habit, &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; is everything mate!” He knows what he is talking. He knows what he is doing. He may not be the most successful person of his batch, but he is happy. He knows he is the reason for what he is today. He is a typical prey to change. Period &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;I am definitely not asking you to shift your job. This whole concept of &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; revolves around what is known as paradigm. We are not dealing with the paradigm analysis, but there is intimate relation between the two. &lt;i style=""&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; is an inherent property that some want, some do not want. Paradigm plays its part here, the concept of paradigm paralysis, when you have a thought instilled in your brain and u don’t want to clean it up (thanks to the TQM programme attended last week!). Others are those who definitely want too much &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; in their life. Prey. We are talking about &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; that is optimum. Too much of anything is bad. Who decides on how much you want to &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; is yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;…He got down the 1980’s Ashok Leyland. His plain dark shirt had a darker and lighter side now. You could see him soaked in sweat. His thick rimmed glasses were slipping down his nose. Short and stout, you could make out Mr. Desai even with a defect of -4. He just banged the door and sat down with his top buttons open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Why don’t they get the material on time, I still don’t understand.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do we actually need this entire approval process?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do we need this system at all?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Why is not the breaker design this way?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words which Mr. Desai speaks everyday at office. He wouldn’t have got any angrier. He has been working in the company for the past two decades.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; it Mr. Desai”, said an enthusiast beside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? Who am I to do that? Why should I?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in your hands, mates. I pray for &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. Period&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; is not only for personal cause, it is there in all walks of life. Organizations need &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. Governments need &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. Everything needs &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. The inert instincts that are potentially needed to run them are provoked by &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. Even while writing these words, I shudder to say that the desire to achieve the best is gone in us. The systems and processes in the present world are being followed throughout the years, they still are followed. Everyone curses each other on the placing of the systems. Everyone wants a &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. No one is ready to put forward the &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. No one wants to &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. The mental boundaries that exist between the people interfere with &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. These walls can actually be perceived differently. Again, paradigm. If the whole thing is about a shift in the paradigm then yes, that is what I am talking about. At any point of time, there would be three kinds of people reading this. One kind are those who want a &lt;i style=""&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; in their life, one who don’t want to, and of course people who have been a part of it, all throughout their life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Danish Couple rightly said -'Boundaries exist, but only in the minds who accept them.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Madhukar/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-7097153335734706636?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7097153335734706636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=7097153335734706636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/7097153335734706636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/7097153335734706636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/12/prey-to-change-pray-for-change-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-865908424678632153</id><published>2007-08-25T21:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:38:43.806+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CONVERSATIONS - Part2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr. T: If u think u can sell an ashtray to a thousand different non-smokers in thousand different ways..then u must be in sales!!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuters: UNDER ONE ROOF&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is unanimous. The gender line do seem to be blurring as the youth today are more emancipated with success, education and money. Friendship scores over sexist issues and personalities override gender basis. Although change is eminent, the society will take a while to become completely gender blind.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: She is not a switchgear, the more people give the better u consider them!&lt;br /&gt;M: !@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I have seen your scrap. I'm calling from Pune..got your number from orkut..It says some 150 odd small company is Genesis; I am called for an interview in there.. can u help me out??&lt;br /&gt;M: !@#$%%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKK: Sales is 20-20, Segment is ODI, Product is Test Match..u decide and play!&lt;br /&gt;M: !@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;AP: Sales is player, Segment is Coach, Product is BCCI!&lt;br /&gt;M: HEAVY! !@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;AA: Shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;AM: Kuch bhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;KT: Sawal ich nahin hain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;RP: Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;M : HEAVY!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-865908424678632153?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/865908424678632153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=865908424678632153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/865908424678632153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/865908424678632153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/08/conversations-part2-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-8494155556914249138</id><published>2007-07-25T21:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:28:46.823+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIANIZING WOMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the few facts that i thought would be a something to ponder upon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.48 % of Indian women and literate.&lt;br /&gt;Every 30 mins- one woman raped&lt;br /&gt;Every 75 mins- one woman being killed&lt;br /&gt;One of every five women raped, is under 18&lt;br /&gt;10 million fetuses have been aborted in the past one decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONY: people now are celebrating the coming of the first woman president, and ofcourse celebrating in a place(capital of india) where there is no security for woman to roam freely on roads. Apparently, people are boasting about the same so much that India would now be focussed more as the one emphasizing on woman empowerment. No doubt she is the first woman president and people elected her expecting a more respected society where equality to sex is amplified! But will she prove to be the one people expected? will she??&lt;br /&gt;INDIA's waiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-8494155556914249138?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8494155556914249138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=8494155556914249138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8494155556914249138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8494155556914249138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/indianizing-women-some-of-few-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-5875331089506918532</id><published>2007-07-22T02:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:40:30.003+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONVERSATIONS! - Part1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;S: What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;S: Hello..What's you name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;B: Dad! should i tell her my name??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;'pause'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: If she is elected she will become first woman. Man..nice thing!&lt;br /&gt;X: Who she?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Pratibha Patil yaar!&lt;br /&gt;X: Pratibha who?&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'pause'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-5875331089506918532?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5875331089506918532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=5875331089506918532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/5875331089506918532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/5875331089506918532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/conversations-s-whats-your-name-b-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-5437881284608023903</id><published>2007-06-06T20:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:53.589+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWISS or SPAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/RmafImZn45I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2pf_UGaoglE/s1600-h/fede-nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/RmafImZn45I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2pf_UGaoglE/s320/fede-nadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072917000375231378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tournoi de Roland-Garros- McEnroe missed it in '84 , Sampras missed it in '96, Connors missed it in'79, '84, Federer missed out in '06. Still these remain as the top players of the era! Chris Evert &amp;amp; Bjorn Borg, if people might not put them on this list, it would be a mistake-the so called KINGS of clay. Rafael Nadal would undoubtedly be one among them. the 81 streak which he had with him for these many days, ofcourse  until recently when he was defeated at a clay court match in Hamburg, he said-"Perhaps, Federer is the only man who could have stopped me from winning my 82nd one." Weeks before the French Grand Slam, these words would have definitely raised Roger's confidence. Its always good to watch the top 2 seeds battle for the Grand slam, never was so interesting in the past, Agassi and Sampras sometimes was! This 2007 French Open would be no different. For people who expect miracles to happen, I guess they wouldn't be satisfied. More so than anything, Nadal beating his mentor Moya in quarters would lead him to Semis. And more so than anything, Roger and Nadal will storm into finals. And who from there would win... is nothing known. SWISS or SPAIN will have a reason to celebrate on June 10th. Lets see! I definitely am a watcher... love to be in SWISS or SPAIN on June 10th. And let the battle begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-5437881284608023903?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5437881284608023903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=5437881284608023903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/5437881284608023903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/5437881284608023903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/06/swiss-or-spain-tournoi-de-roland-garros.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/RmafImZn45I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2pf_UGaoglE/s72-c/fede-nadal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-6793582354101242379</id><published>2007-05-04T18:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:53.907+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rjr7GuzoSXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ljXiw-hCmz0/s1600-h/queen-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rjr7GuzoSXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ljXiw-hCmz0/s320/queen-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060633224366541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Recently watched this Helen Mirren Starrer THE QUEEN..liked it..pretty nice one..and pretty impressed by the Queen as of now..but still some of the conversations in the movie are simply amazing! must watch flick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time Tony Blair meets Queen after he becomes the Prime Minister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation before he actually enters the Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; Funny... i actually am rather nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wife:&lt;/span&gt; Why.. u met her often before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; I know but never as a prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wife:&lt;/span&gt; Just remember one thing..u r the man who has just been elected by the entire nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; I know..but still..she is..u know..THE QUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conversation with the Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Queen:&lt;/span&gt; Mr.Blair..how nice to see you again &amp; congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt;    Thank you ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; Children must be very proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; We'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; You have three .. haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; Thats right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; How lovely.. such a blessing children..please do sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt;  Thanq ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; So whats on your mind.. to start a nuclear war yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm.. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; First thing we do .. apparently..then we take away your passport and spend the rest of the time sending you around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; You obviously know my job better than i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; We'll you are my tenth prime minister Mr Blair. my first of course wasWinston Churchill. He sat in your chair in frock coat and top hat. He was kind enough to give a shy young girll like me quite an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; With time and hopefully added experience to that education and a little wisdom better enabling us to execute our constitutional responsibilities..to advise, guide and warn the government of the day.&lt;br /&gt;If there is nothing else i believe we have some business to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;(Tony.. on his knees before the Queen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; Of course.. Your majesty.. my party has won the election and I have come now to ask your permission to form a government...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; no Mr Blair..Mr Blair... i ask the question.&lt;br /&gt;The duty falls upon me as your sovereign to invite you to become the prime minister and to form a government in my name.&lt;br /&gt;(pause) i mean if you agree the custom is to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tony Blair speaks to Queen, when there was a  need for Queen to react at Diana's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tony:&lt;/span&gt; We'll..My advices would be taking the temperatures among the people on the streets and the information i am getting..is that the mood is quite delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Queen:&lt;/span&gt; So..what would you suggest prime minister.. some kind of a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; No ma'am.. i believe the moment for statements has passed. i would suggest flying the flag at half masked at the Buckingham's palace and coming down to London at the earliest opportunity..it would be a great comfort to your people and would help them with their grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; Theirrr..grief.. would you imagine i am going to drop everything and come down to London before I attend to my grandchildren who have just lost their mother... then you are mistaken.I doubt there is any other who knows the British people more than i do Mr Blair..nor who has a greater faith in their wisdom and judgment..and it is my belief that they will any moment reject this.. this mood..which is being steered up by the press.. in favor for a restrained grief and sober private mourning. Thats the way we do things in this country..quietly with dignity..thats what the rest of the world does always it matters for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; If thats all you have to say ma'am.. of course..the government will support it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Blair meets Queen after 2 months after Diana's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Queen:&lt;/span&gt; 1 in 4 ..u said wanted to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; For about half an hour..but then you came down to London and all that went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; I was never been hated like that before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony: &lt;/span&gt;That must have been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; Yes..very..nowadays people want glamor and tears the grand performance..i am not very good at that..i have never have been..i prefer to keep my feelings to myself. and foolishly i believed thats was what people wanted from their Queen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duty first self second&lt;/span&gt;. Thats how i was bought up. Thats all i have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony:&lt;/span&gt; You were so young when you became a Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen: &lt;/span&gt;We'll...yes.. a gal. But i can see the world has changed..and one must modernize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tony: &lt;/span&gt;We'll yes..perhaps thats where i can help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt;Oh no..don't get ahead of you prime minister..remember i am the one supposed to be advising you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-6793582354101242379?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6793582354101242379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=6793582354101242379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/6793582354101242379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/6793582354101242379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/05/queen-tony-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rjr7GuzoSXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ljXiw-hCmz0/s72-c/queen-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-7180527625881279269</id><published>2007-04-16T21:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:11:13.250+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erosure-dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream......dream, dream, dream&lt;br /&gt;Dream......dream, dream, dream&lt;br /&gt;When I want you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;When I want you and all your charms&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I want you&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is&lt;br /&gt;Dream......dream, dream, dream&lt;br /&gt;When I feel blue in the night&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I want you&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Taste your lips of wine&lt;br /&gt;Anytime night or day&lt;br /&gt;Only trouble is, gee whiz&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so that I could die&lt;br /&gt;I love you so and this is why&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I want you&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-7180527625881279269?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7180527625881279269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=7180527625881279269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/7180527625881279269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/7180527625881279269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-8594951815509123139</id><published>2007-04-02T16:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:54.090+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times of india'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WOMAN'S MODESTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/RhDMAXvlmuI/AAAAAAAAADI/QlMXTCcvT8A/s1600-h/milemillcart3_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/RhDMAXvlmuI/AAAAAAAAADI/QlMXTCcvT8A/s320/milemillcart3_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048759489028004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHEM.. perhaps one of the topics people wud be interested in knowing and talking about.&lt;br /&gt;The honorable Supreme court of India, on 21st March 2007, declared what is said to be the most debatable and infact a statement of what people from ages have been not able to answer and ofcourse what men have been upto.. outraging the woman's essence.&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is this essence of a woman? What exactly is modesty of woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The essence of woman's modesty is her Sex"&lt;/span&gt; - so says the SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good..this was the result of the labour of the bench comprising of Justices Arijit Pasayat and S H Kapadia who will be filling a glaring void in the Indian Penal Court, 1860, but the scope of the definition of "modesty" as mentioned in Section 354 appears to go far beyond what the framers of the code possibly had in mind. Framers never would have thought this would come their way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The act of pulling a woman, removing her  clothes, coupled with a request for sexual intercourse..would be an outrage to the modesty of a woman; and knowledge, that modesty of a woman; and knowledge, that modesty is likely to be outraged, is sufficient to constitute the offense," the bench said in a judgment that has drawn several verdicts by different courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, outraging a woman's modesty as mentioned in Section 354 will apply to crimes against women that stop short of penetration, in which event it becomes a rape. In the same judgment, the court ruled that penetration alone was sufficient to qualify as a rape whether there has been ejaculation or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, things are quite  clear now. No wayz can anyone( preferably MEN) can effect a woman's modesty, for god's sake..its her sex man. Any kind of sexual assault, u r definitely effecting her modesty, and please do not imagine any further than that.. u'll be hanged!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely there was a major section of woman society which went against this decision of SC stating that they wanted no one to define what their modesty is. It is already ingrained in their minds. Yes, perhaps a bench with two women wouldn't have thought in the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAGLINE: Woman - Dare to be in her. Its Essence or sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But the question remains...Would this defining act sufficient to nab and book those who eve-tease, harass and victimize women -- strangers and acquaintances, even family members?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.. by the way.. SC India comes up with the definition, abide to it. India's Shining people!&lt;br /&gt;Shine Along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-8594951815509123139?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8594951815509123139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=8594951815509123139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8594951815509123139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8594951815509123139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/womens-modesty-ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/RhDMAXvlmuI/AAAAAAAAADI/QlMXTCcvT8A/s72-c/milemillcart3_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-5092612679382146060</id><published>2007-02-27T21:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:24:27.971+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENGINEERING??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Engineering&lt;/b&gt; is the design, analysis, and/or construction of works for practical purposes.Engineers use imagination, judgment, and reasoning to apply science, technology, mathematics, and practical experience. The result is the design, production, and operation of useful objects or processes.”  Hmmm @#$%^&amp;*() &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;            Engineering has always been fun for all the people who think like wise.I personally was into this field just because of the principle- U go, where the world goes.But still now sitting down and writing this I always feel its pissing off to be one in the crowd. People do give engineering as their top preference not knowing that there are many other amazing careers that you can focus on. Kids do come now and then and ask“What do you think I should do any simple degree (Arts &amp; Sciences) or engineering?” For god’s sake it’s your life man. I say wherever your interest is in. Dude..its like engineering is not the only thing to do in life. There are people who earn and live a better life than what the present engineers do. It’s all on where your interest lies.&lt;br /&gt;                     Engineering has become a disease. A better example is AP, with around 245 engineering colleges and more than one lakh engineers passing out from a single state in India, I wonder how that number shows how effectively India is successful in providing higher education. How many from those huge numbers fly to US? How many pursue another higher degree? And what percent of them are left unemployed. There are people (engineers) who do a call centre job. I am sure no one would say we are enjoying the job, its money, the need. Then why do engineering for that, any degree would have served the purpose. The essence of what engineering is being changed. People who are doing engineering also have been the strong believers in this. No-one expected (not even myself) that I would land up in Pilani. EEE was my obvious choice. Again world runs... you need to! Throughout 3 years felt this was the thing I shouldn’t have been into. Not against any of the engineering subjects though, they are amazing. Seriously again... interest should drag you there. I know I have always did something against my will. Still penning these words I am happy to be one among what world is right now.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TAGLINE: Engineering is a public loo, people in it want to come out, and people outside want to get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked few of my friends on what they think Engineering is. Here are few of their responses:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Abhi: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Engineering taught me what I’m not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ashwini: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Four years of unlimited fun, 8 sems of hell, easiest of all courses containing laziest of people having the ultimate brains but using very little of them... to top it all, getting the coolest jobs with ‘ZERO’ efforts... proud to be SO CALLED ENGINEER.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Chiku: &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Engineers like to solve problems. If there are no problems handily available, they will create their own problems.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Spandana: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Wrong person!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thakur: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“IN(genuinely)GINEERING!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-5092612679382146060?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5092612679382146060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=5092612679382146060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/5092612679382146060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/5092612679382146060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/engineering-engineering-is-design.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-3037439809290672186</id><published>2007-02-26T18:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:55.050+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjw7qNE1I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBC7A6Qd4jk/s1600-h/280361509_648698de74_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjw7qNE1I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBC7A6Qd4jk/s320/280361509_648698de74_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035767394397393746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjorqNE0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uMQ1cuVgibA/s1600-h/127080584_804afb7188_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjorqNE0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uMQ1cuVgibA/s320/127080584_804afb7188_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035767252663472962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjhbqNEzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4HURtIfFL3U/s1600-h/403006681_b4fef45d27_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjhbqNEzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4HURtIfFL3U/s320/403006681_b4fef45d27_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035767128109421362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24487612@N00/"&gt;Spandana's flicker page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-3037439809290672186?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3037439809290672186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=3037439809290672186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/3037439809290672186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/3037439809290672186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-more-of-this-splendid-photography.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKjw7qNE1I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBC7A6Qd4jk/s72-c/280361509_648698de74_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-8287864727546344601</id><published>2007-02-26T18:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:55.324+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKiN7qNEwI/AAAAAAAAABw/KLRC6vgpPW0/s1600-h/217956215_fb634834d6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKiN7qNEwI/AAAAAAAAABw/KLRC6vgpPW0/s320/217956215_fb634834d6_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035765693590344450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ray, the hope.. where the journey begins.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKh37qNEvI/AAAAAAAAABo/zJSxC8AJWR8/s1600-h/246407075_5f1ea0e3e2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKh37qNEvI/AAAAAAAAABo/zJSxC8AJWR8/s320/246407075_5f1ea0e3e2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035765315633222386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.. there are many hurdles..&lt;br /&gt;still you find the path!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-8287864727546344601?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8287864727546344601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=8287864727546344601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8287864727546344601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/8287864727546344601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/ray-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/ReKiN7qNEwI/AAAAAAAAABw/KLRC6vgpPW0/s72-c/217956215_fb634834d6_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-6566098950844021130</id><published>2007-02-23T16:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:55.418+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd6YiHnigEI/AAAAAAAAABc/eWD_Zo4hOZw/s1600-h/number+3+template.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd6YiHnigEI/AAAAAAAAABc/eWD_Zo4hOZw/s320/number+3+template.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034629145374654530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;THREE THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to answer these things.. and seriously as abhi feels.. a nice way to use net.. we are here on a paid holiday @ Bangalore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddy, Madhukar, Chintu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Screen Names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddy, Perfectionist, Mayadarisinnodu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLANK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I don't like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk, talk, back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gal's crying, Dead bodies, A heavyweight ox running at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three essentials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clothes, food, money- never compromise on any of these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I like in the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude, thinking, body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that I want to do badly now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish answering this, eat, browse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers I am considering right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Job, Management, Civils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I'd love to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Europe, African Jungles, Pilani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kids' names I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Archduke, Prince, Czar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things to do before dying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travel most of the world, President of USA, Win Oscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who get to take this wonderful quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harshie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; Abhi.. hehe.. he'll get mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; Ashwini.. vetty female!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-6566098950844021130?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6566098950844021130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=6566098950844021130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/6566098950844021130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/6566098950844021130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/three-thing-i-was-asked-to-answer-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd6YiHnigEI/AAAAAAAAABc/eWD_Zo4hOZw/s72-c/number+3+template.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-3034417203760384077</id><published>2007-02-22T17:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:55.562+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2T3XnigCI/AAAAAAAAABE/2LTyhOyasFA/s1600-h/_40781650_cerf_203_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2T3XnigCI/AAAAAAAAABE/2LTyhOyasFA/s320/_40781650_cerf_203_ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034342537912025122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Father of Internet Speaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vint_Cerf"&gt;Vinton G Cerf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, the so called Father of Internet, Chief Internet Evangelist, VP Google,  was here in Bangalore. There was a buzz of his coming from some time.. abhi and me decided  to go in the last minute, of course he got that jpg invite! The talk was pretty decent. He was a simple man with good sense of humor and he talked on the various things on how technology was being used to improve life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He talked on the various problems that the present technology is facing. Semantic  networking being one of them. He is working on the interplanetary internet system. The major focus being communication between Earth and Mars. He explained the problems in setting up such a network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cerf predicted that mobile phones, not personal computers, will fuel growth of the worldwide web as countries like India snap up millions of handsets. Then he focussed on using of more mobile phones &amp;amp; laptops so that people know what are the real time problems and how they can be improved. He says internet will be the only medium of communication which will have impact on every facet of life, but definitely there will be a time when some means will be invented which would have a greater impact than the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The talk was a pretty good one. though we rated in between 3-4/5 it was a good chance to go see someone great like Vint Cerf. Every aspect in life is developing and when we see a new one there is definitely no time to look back, and as far as the knowledge bank is increasing tremendously, the present technology will cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on this &lt;a href="http://mayadarisinnolluscribble.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mayadarisinnolluscribble.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-3034417203760384077?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3034417203760384077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=3034417203760384077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/3034417203760384077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/3034417203760384077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/father-of-internet-speaks-vinton-g-cerf.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2T3XnigCI/AAAAAAAAABE/2LTyhOyasFA/s72-c/_40781650_cerf_203_ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-115126429081193683</id><published>2006-06-26T04:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:21:18.984+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE changes…nope.. We change!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post APOGEE was the life which I never imagined would be mine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life was going all the way fine and then this one person happened who has an impact on my life.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;RIPPER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The famous four pillars got brakes… two pillars merging to form one giant one.. and the other two rest.. watching the two in a state of shock.. a mere nightmare would still be short to describe the state of the other two pillars! What was now called to be a time when there was a sudden change.. the other two felt a feeling of&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;insecurity for the commitment of the other two! !*#@&amp;!)^#)(*!&amp;amp;_#&amp;*!_()*#+)_*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;///What crap! Life really changed! But it was me, myself who changed it.. I jus wanted the way it is right now! The one real love in life! Never quite imagined she would be the one for whom I would become the most futile of all! From a person who took pride in commenting on all the gals passing by to the guy who didn’t even speak a word when a slut passed by him! I changed! From a person who spoke 2000 words a min to a person who spoke only when moved by his friends! Hmm,, it was really a sudden change! All the lovely six were happy for me! Still don’t know about the one whom I cared for!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp;*!)^#)(^*!_(*$#_*()&amp;amp;!_&amp;amp;$#_!_! The insecurity went on! The two pillars had many things in common.. they shared their interests, their thoughts, their life! This huge pillar was forcing itself to be strong! Then happened the day, the unnecessary circumstances that prevailed.. didn’t prevail… they were created.. they had to.. the pillars broke down! The entire slab broke off.. the huge one still remained… calm and lovable.. watching the two fall! The pillars cannot be built.. “false hopes”.. seemingly are the reasons for its built! And they never want to come back again! Long live huge pillar! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-115126429081193683?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115126429081193683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=115126429081193683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/115126429081193683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/115126429081193683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-changesnope.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-114010352989597142</id><published>2006-02-16T23:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:55.717+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2SaXnigBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A_uWqPGP29E/s1600-h/serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2SaXnigBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A_uWqPGP29E/s320/serendipity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034340940184190994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recently had seen this movie,” SERENDIPITY”. As my sweetheart always says I am so carried away with movies; this was the one which moved me most. May be his words had&lt;br /&gt;sense, watching it for the fourth time, I surely feel that I am watching it for the first time, it makes&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me feel gud, may be the following words from the movie that I have loved the most. Never inspired me though... may be they will in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer, ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancé. He was 35 years old and soft-spoken and obsessive. Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic, but in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona... surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit for his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night… in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief …that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather it’s a tapestry of events…that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and the executive editor of the &lt;/i&gt;New York Times&lt;i style=""&gt;, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life.” Things were clearer for him”, Kansky noted. Ultimately, Jonathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call “&lt;/i&gt;fatum&lt;i style=""&gt;”,- what we refer to as destiny…&lt;/i&gt; Destiny&lt;i style=""&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-114010352989597142?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/114010352989597142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=114010352989597142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/114010352989597142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/114010352989597142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/02/fate-recently-had-seen-this-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2SaXnigBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A_uWqPGP29E/s72-c/serendipity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-113931726107271660</id><published>2006-02-07T18:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:21:51.548+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had recently taken this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://http//web.tickle.com/color/"&gt;tickle colour test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. these are the results! Hope not to be carried away by this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-113931726107271660?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113931726107271660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=113931726107271660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113931726107271660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113931726107271660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-recently-taken-this-tickle.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-113838078512509472</id><published>2006-01-27T01:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:18:55.990+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2XgHnigDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6GULMTb5rX4/s1600-h/nite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2XgHnigDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6GULMTb5rX4/s320/nite1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034346536526577714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One night..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was just around 10:30 junta in the wing seriously ghoting all the ways of modulating themselves for communication systems while I was busy reading blogs! The door banged hard.. the only name that came into my mind who cud do that.. got up from the wrapped blanket and opened the door.. he was there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“ANC??” kartik asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“buddy wats the fun in goin at 10.. anc means only all nite perhaps shud start late nite!” I replied hastily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“uff.. chal re baap”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“lets go at 12:00”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“okie..catch u at 12 sharp” saying that he jus left to his room! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was some problem in my stomach that time..dont remember why but still didn’t feel like going! Started looking at the slides.. slept for a while.. the impulses and the waves did send the message signal.. cudn’t find the carrier anywhere! The two ghotu dogs where still trying to get their heads into the book beside my room! It was as if I fell into a trance… of some crap world.. heads of dogs and cats hanging.. a buzz on the gtalk made me recall my senses back! Didn’t care to answer it though. Went thru the slides again and found that a lot of portion was still left. I needed a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was 12:00.. was about to message kartik, the window suddenly popped up– ‘ready??’. kartik it was! In few minutes got up and started moving out of the bhavan. It was cold..infact a bit more colder than the past 2 days! A few degrees over.. cud see the fog forming under the streetlights. There was eternal silence until we reached the patel statue… the sounds of a b’day around cumin from adjacent bhavan bumped into my ears! They didn’t occupy my attention though.. we were still silent.. there was nothing that one cud start talking on.. Kartik was the first to break the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“ANC rates increased from today”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“oh..” , as if I was indifferent.. I was… my mind was totally occupied with nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He was telling me something.. which my ears cudnt retrieve.. I jus was saying nothing but a ‘hmmm..’ for everything he said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reached ANC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“maggi??” he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“yup”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Met some other guys there… jus an eyebrow raised and a smile flashed back.. a ‘hi’ wudnt have mattered me then…but dunno y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I grabbed a cream roll and was crunching it looking around… kartik had already taken his seat! The cold had risen a bit till then… there was silence again.. none of us spoke… I could see the dim lights from the Nescafe stall shining on… the sight lured me into the world of thoughts.. thoughts that still mesmerize my heart, those days when we ‘elite’ six used to spend our lives in ANC.. those captivating moments.. this was the place where we got introduced to each other… it all went till the farewell day where there was desperate sobering… still the feelings are alive in me… all the time we had no clue that we had spent the most memorable time of our lives.. the moments perished…but still my heart wants them again.. never seem to have observed the man and the woman on the ad banner below the café counter so closely… as I was staring at them…they started looking real, The thoughts got high… a sudden jerk stopped me from flowing away with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;‘hello! Wat r u dreaming?’ kartik said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;‘nothin ra.. gen’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then he started talking about all soughta crap…ANC workers, PS On/Off.. I was all the while humming…. ‘hmm’ was the only thing I cud say for anything that he said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seemed kartik was looking out for something! The words jus came out from his mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;‘U had to tell me something.. about urself.. u neva let it out… ab bolo...wen asked at times u used to cut it off...anywayz time is there now…shoot’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My senses called me back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A hum was not he was looking for! This made me sense for the first time that I shud talk something.. something sensible… something that I had to...perhaps I shud tell him...something that was a critical thing in life which I say I have shared wit very few people.. kartik was the one on the list long back… yet there was something stopping me then…but now I had to tell him! I had to! It was nothing less than a hour that we talked ... talked after long silence...the cold was paining but still it had feeble effect on us...perhaps the warmth that we shared in our words had shed it… the talking went on, on different things… things about our lives, people, relations, frends, everyone! The fried maggi was no longer of any interest! The talks went on for so long until the clock hit 3:00… we found ourselves in my room…still talking! The modulators had started ringing; they had to look for the suppressed carrier signal.… I had to finish the tut portion! Kartik left with a short smile on his face wishing me gudnite. I could see his face, the content and gratitude that it expressed. The nite really had feelings unleashed from my heart. A nite to remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hmmm…talking with hearts open is always a different feeling.. even while penning this down I still remember I told kartik that I wud blog about this nite… he refused… but still the talking between us affected me.. I have to admit this! Yet the talk that we had still remains in the dark, it sent out a silent message to me that my life was no good… days passed in life, met different people, still have the ones who love me and whom I love, but yet I cannot step down my adamant mind on one thing.. Never have confidence in the ones whom u believe in… the only person u can rely, have faith and hope is U! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For people who don’t know… crappy ‘elite’ six; me,harshie,chiku,rashmi,sathu n gaurav!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-113838078512509472?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113838078512509472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=113838078512509472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113838078512509472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113838078512509472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/Rd2XgHnigDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6GULMTb5rX4/s72-c/nite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-113800221557364867</id><published>2006-01-23T16:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:22:20.479+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tagged! My 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the new e-game that has been doing the rounds!! And I fell prey to it thru one of my co-bloggers….apparently, the game goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of how they would want their ideal match to be.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged for a 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok it seems that I have to be true in this tagged version of the game!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anywayz my 8 cud be problem to some...anywayz..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1] I am straight so.. the need is SHE..oo..forgot..targetsex-- female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2] Shud say anything straight from the heart! Shud not be a hypocritic (though I am sometimes!).. shud try encouraging me in times wen I need! And yeah… no bossy types chalega… u do I do!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3] need not be in the latest of fads but yeah.. shud dress well! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;4] Mentally strong – most important! Also.. physically strong…enuff to beat me up! shud not go gaga over some silly things.. like soft dolls.. perhaps in specific!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the shud’s—understanding and caring for me and my needs.. ofcourse the common crap..”in times” may be the term replaced.. but she shud be someone different.. may be looks or actions…she may not be the best lookin around.. not lookin for 362436.. but still.. the difference shud be thr! Shud be liked by people and huh…she shud know things… know wat all a matured gal shud know… shudnt be a dumbstruck!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;6] shud have the best sense of humor.. though till any range chalega!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;7] the word shud may not b appropriate..okie ..preferably my ideal match cud be a ‘mass’ types! I wud love one!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;8] perhaps.. a telugu gal in a perfect saree wud do it all! She shud be someone I know…someone with whom I have spent time with…or as harshie pointed out someone whom I have been seeing for some time!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Targeted 8:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hemsu&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Praneeth&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bolero&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;These whr the ones left out wen I searched for people who didn’t join this game! Anywayz if people do wanna tag themselves they can! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-113800221557364867?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113800221557364867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=113800221557364867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113800221557364867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113800221557364867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-my-8-this-is-new-e-game-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-113773435587495348</id><published>2006-01-20T14:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:24:10.709+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thinking high was always my characteristic since childhood…I wud….infact I still think high..sometimes..think of all the weirdest facts in the world.. y cant u be as gud as the people whom u come across in life who had done something.. they proved that their life had some meaning… an idea that struck me long back…living life the way u mould it to be.. My ideal world has truly not been a routine life wit a lovely wife and kids.. but a life where I own a firm, running it,giving everything for it... still that thought has never perished.. such a LIFE is truly calling me.. but the fact remains.. feasibility.. of what, when, and HOW? Realized suddenly, stepping my foot lazily on the patchy road and thinking of all this while returning from a class, my friend was all above talking to me something.. his words had been flowing in and out.. never struck any of my reception points.. still could sense out something.. started off with a discussion of how to start a firm.. ended up cursing ourselves of why we had started on this! But still penning this down in my comp sitting alone in my room, I still love the way life shud be… the way u think… truly.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is calling&lt;/span&gt;.. I am still here.. think.. think..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-113773435587495348?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113773435587495348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=113773435587495348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113773435587495348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113773435587495348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-calling-thinking-high-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-113751300849553828</id><published>2006-01-18T00:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:22:51.131+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN N DOWN – front wing rocks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;An epidemic is spread! 20 degrees sudden rise in temp for the past 2 days mite b the result of this.. or may be the dutch that we had Saturday nite did matter! Pilani has always been known for its climate…. So true.. in all senses.. it all started wit..hmm.. ooo. me , then sundar, chiku and rest followed… everyone down wit fever.. varun thought he wud escape.. but landed wit a twisted foot before krishna bhavan.. still brooding!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is starting to look terrible… tuts started….APOGEE work heading…neway.. those are always there..firstly let us fight away this very definite black knight who is riding over our immune systems.. whatever happens gud or bad front wing does it all at once... may be that’s the way our wing was and is gud at.. united we stand united we FALL!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Net has been one thing disturbing everyone’s mundane.. not enuff to open bits homepage itself! Still me tryin to load on my blog! Uff… anywayz lemme end this post by quoting this thing lying right bfore me! Courtesy-MATRIX&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be courteous to all, intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation&lt;/span&gt;"- George Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-113751300849553828?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113751300849553828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=113751300849553828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113751300849553828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113751300849553828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/down-n-down-front-wing-rocks-epidemic.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20662324.post-113751274334715136</id><published>2006-01-14T00:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:23:04.202+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pens out for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;January 13th 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BLOG- the very word made me boring until I first saw one of my frend’s. I somehow felt that riting a blog wud do nothing but eat time.. impression changed! Many of my frends are into it already…but still the thought remains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May be the first one dedicated to harshie..who got me into this loop! Who cud think of a poor soul penning this blog, although down wit fever for the past 2 days…still alive! Hmm.. . carrying a whole lot of things in my heart wud have made a primary reason of y i am into this.. a whole lot infact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I , me , myself.. BANURI MADHUKAR REDDY alias maddy (so called) found what life is…living here in BITS for the past 2.5 yrs taught me lot! My life simple wud be nothing more than friends, friendships, unending relations,,, love was never kinda feelin that impressed me lot..but still I do care for people in that state! My blogs mite represent me …in a sense… of a person having slightest of instability factor in mind.. but still reflecting whole of urself in this html page mite b difficult.. neways let me try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20662324-113751274334715136?l=maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113751274334715136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20662324&amp;postID=113751274334715136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113751274334715136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20662324/posts/default/113751274334715136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/pens-out-for-first-time-january-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Madhukar Reddy Banuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01317798267766138366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYTP3YrAGpQ/S0d8iCcFiyI/AAAAAAAABdo/qUAyK2ve7jM/S220/IMG_3634.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
