<?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-21794431</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:11:15.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quarantined...</title><subtitle type='html'>The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-5309895657087847433</id><published>2010-05-13T13:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:02:16.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Search of a Companion</title><content type='html'>Being alone for a while, well extended stretches to be more precise is something I always like. It brings the best out of me, rather the devil in me comes out so well that I wonder , Am I that bad .. Deep side He says , Dear o Dear !! Alas he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S-u3xMOkVoI/AAAAAAAACrQ/a8tyKpjclK4/s1600/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S-u3xMOkVoI/AAAAAAAACrQ/a8tyKpjclK4/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470668228095399554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he stays waiting for a companion to bring out the goodness in him .The green patches gives high hopes ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-5309895657087847433?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5309895657087847433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=5309895657087847433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/5309895657087847433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/5309895657087847433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/search-of-companion.html' title='Search of a Companion'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S-u3xMOkVoI/AAAAAAAACrQ/a8tyKpjclK4/s72-c/IMG_2622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-7265614804456844777</id><published>2010-05-13T13:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:51:45.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Camouflage</title><content type='html'>Nature has always been a treat , mystery and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S-u154pqA4I/AAAAAAAACrI/0jRApzKGtrI/s1600/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S-u154pqA4I/AAAAAAAACrI/0jRApzKGtrI/s400/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470666178435875714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning the hardway, to talk less and much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-7265614804456844777?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7265614804456844777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=7265614804456844777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/7265614804456844777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/7265614804456844777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/camouflage.html' title='Camouflage'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S-u154pqA4I/AAAAAAAACrI/0jRApzKGtrI/s72-c/IMG_2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-2613140818218259994</id><published>2010-02-20T04:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:44:21.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Venice of the East....</title><content type='html'>A visit to the backwaters, a faboulous trip as remarked by my fellow traveller,so was it .. An idea that was accepted on a spontaneous note, guess its always the unplanned ones that hit you hard, leaving unforgettable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S38W25SKBOI/AAAAAAAACpM/n3KEPfRY6LQ/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S38W25SKBOI/AAAAAAAACpM/n3KEPfRY6LQ/s400/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440092007232570594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew consisted of 3 guys... who explains the entire route , history and remarkably one of them had been working in houseboats ever since its inception in kerala.It was indeed amazing to hear how the " Karimeen" is caught.No GPS, no TomToms, no compass yet the know their way even when its water on all four sides.Within no time we struck the conversation with them, the question popped , " do you work in Software Companies?" ,a question that took me by surprise, but indeed a no surprise question when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greenery and water bodies,they have this unimaginable power of captivating your heart. If it was Goa which captivated me back in 2007, it was our Alapuzha, The Venice of East that takes its place in 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-2613140818218259994?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2613140818218259994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=2613140818218259994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/2613140818218259994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/2613140818218259994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/venice-of-east.html' title='Venice of the East....'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/S38W25SKBOI/AAAAAAAACpM/n3KEPfRY6LQ/s72-c/IMG_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-7501438603120978809</id><published>2009-12-30T01:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:06:47.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Majestically Ornated</title><content type='html'>A walk to Central on the Xmas eve, and another post into this web space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly did we spot human faces out there at Central,the center of attraction of the city . A huge difference in the way we Indians celebrate a festival and these Europeans celebrate. While we celebrate in the loud way, they keep it to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/Szpn-fnzg5I/AAAAAAAACgY/YTjkCd2qR_Q/s1600-h/IMG_212611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/Szpn-fnzg5I/AAAAAAAACgY/YTjkCd2qR_Q/s400/IMG_212611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420759424831816594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey , when they are loud, they turn out to be hooligans.They better not !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-7501438603120978809?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7501438603120978809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=7501438603120978809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/7501438603120978809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/7501438603120978809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/majestically-ornated.html' title='Majestically Ornated'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/Szpn-fnzg5I/AAAAAAAACgY/YTjkCd2qR_Q/s72-c/IMG_212611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-9017145673592432598</id><published>2009-12-23T04:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:33:27.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas on its way</title><content type='html'>Christmas.. The colour White and color Read , get predominant. Yet I havent seen a real white xmas so far . This time I guess we would have a white one for sure. Its been snowing heavily for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SzFPkJJfXUI/AAAAAAAACfs/eNlflyzqtxE/s1600-h/IMG_20921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SzFPkJJfXUI/AAAAAAAACfs/eNlflyzqtxE/s400/IMG_20921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418199309053025602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been slippery and of course with life taking a precarious turn why would it not be ...? But I will try to hold on, no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-9017145673592432598?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9017145673592432598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=9017145673592432598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/9017145673592432598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/9017145673592432598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas-on-its-way.html' title='White Christmas on its way'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SzFPkJJfXUI/AAAAAAAACfs/eNlflyzqtxE/s72-c/IMG_20921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-5867442008413356358</id><published>2009-12-01T03:02:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:22:22.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Belgian Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Belgium -- Beers and Diamonds and chocolates.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer always  makes my day better and chocolates out there are class apart.&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds -- they are the troublemakers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SxQ6l9OqRDI/AAAAAAAACes/ovPqbluqt9M/s1600/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SxQ6l9OqRDI/AAAAAAAACes/ovPqbluqt9M/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410013476144432178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duvel a brand thats always promoted.. Do not know why ..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-5867442008413356358?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5867442008413356358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=5867442008413356358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/5867442008413356358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/5867442008413356358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/belgian-pleasure.html' title='Belgian Pleasure'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SxQ6l9OqRDI/AAAAAAAACes/ovPqbluqt9M/s72-c/IMG_1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-6166691068257819153</id><published>2009-06-01T14:06:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:39:31.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phases or Faces .........</title><content type='html'>From a Shop at Florence in Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SiOVhIwni6I/AAAAAAAACaA/XYfHWNS3-wo/s1600-h/IMG_0631-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342277979511163810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SiOVhIwni6I/AAAAAAAACaA/XYfHWNS3-wo/s400/IMG_0631-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shades and Masks , they add the spice to our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-6166691068257819153?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6166691068257819153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=6166691068257819153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/6166691068257819153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/6166691068257819153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/phases-or-faces.html' title='Phases or Faces .........'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SiOVhIwni6I/AAAAAAAACaA/XYfHWNS3-wo/s72-c/IMG_0631-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-4321227294596273793</id><published>2009-06-01T14:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:05:51.179+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come on .. Think Something Different .. !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SiOSfqkz6rI/AAAAAAAACZw/Lmb12nTfwkU/s1600-h/IMG_0481-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342274655693826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SiOSfqkz6rI/AAAAAAAACZw/Lmb12nTfwkU/s400/IMG_0481-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Different people , same pose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-4321227294596273793?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4321227294596273793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=4321227294596273793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/4321227294596273793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/4321227294596273793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-on-think-something-different.html' title='Come on .. Think Something Different .. !!'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/SiOSfqkz6rI/AAAAAAAACZw/Lmb12nTfwkU/s72-c/IMG_0481-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-4252195254979895827</id><published>2008-04-02T04:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T05:18:39.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cherry on the Cake</title><content type='html'>They are about to celebrate 750 years. Thats indeed a very long long time. The sight of the tallest surviving pre 1400 spire and was a great pleasure. It just didnt end there, being the easter weekend and the cathedral being the center of the diocese , the easter fire was lit early in the morning from here and most of the candles in the cathedral continued to burn even at 2:30 pm when I was there. The history of Pegasus - the flying horse of the mythologies or the para troop of the British Airforce of the World War 1, the oldest working mechanical clock are still in tact out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R_LJNWJdlaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oXBRswvrLRQ/s1600-h/Lond+0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R_LJNWJdlaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oXBRswvrLRQ/s400/Lond+0221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184427352177612194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Salisbury Cathedral - UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the icing on the cake is the presence of the Magna Carta, one which influenced the the making of many constitutions and which does hold the ever so famous statement - &lt;br /&gt;" None Will We Sell, To None Deny or Delay, Right or Justice".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-4252195254979895827?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4252195254979895827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=4252195254979895827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/4252195254979895827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/4252195254979895827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/cherry-on-cake.html' title='Cherry on the Cake'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R_LJNWJdlaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oXBRswvrLRQ/s72-c/Lond+0221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-7457005572316827448</id><published>2008-03-31T04:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T04:49:03.828+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter from my Travel Days</title><content type='html'>Cambridge brings in a unique feel. Be it the Classical architecture, the market area or the Starbucks by the road. The Trinitians, the Kings and Queens all within a stone throw away , but each having a legend of their own. Trinity was one college I really knew about , thanks to one of my favorites Srinivas Ramanujam and of course his proffesor Hardy. The Kings and The Queens , they had Subash Chandra Bose and Indira Gandhi there if I am not wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R_AdyWJdlYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JYalTMSfYwg/s1600-h/Camb+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R_AdyWJdlYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JYalTMSfYwg/s400/Camb+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183675921879373186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the punt over the River Cam , believe me its worth it and lot of fun provided you a get a good punter just like we guys did. The stories of the pet bear, mathematical bridge, the clock tower which never held the clock , a modern building which was designed to potray a tree like figure (.. phew I could never imagine even after I heard that), the story of the missing block and many more  , all comes one after the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-7457005572316827448?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7457005572316827448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=7457005572316827448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/7457005572316827448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/7457005572316827448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-chapter-from-my-travel-days.html' title='Another Chapter from my Travel Days'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R_AdyWJdlYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JYalTMSfYwg/s72-c/Camb+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-4679039025579633917</id><published>2008-01-12T05:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T05:19:47.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Identity.........</title><content type='html'>What if every choice we made had already been made for us ? What if there really were no coincidences in life and our destinies were already predetermined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R4gAJ5G6NrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gmFk2TuYgDs/s1600-h/IMG_2399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R4gAJ5G6NrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gmFk2TuYgDs/s400/IMG_2399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154369943474157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take the time back and forth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-4679039025579633917?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4679039025579633917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=4679039025579633917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/4679039025579633917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/4679039025579633917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/identity.html' title='Identity.........'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/R4gAJ5G6NrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gmFk2TuYgDs/s72-c/IMG_2399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-5489497823966203652</id><published>2008-01-01T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:32:16.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NewYear 2008</title><content type='html'>The ending of the last year , 2007, was indeed different, the year which gave me a lot of good things and just a few bad moments. I would cherish that year for the many lessons it taught me and indeed for the new paths it opened up and unfolded for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e209c859c6f7d69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e209c859c6f7d69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30C3533C44FF5ED9FE001E7069F24113C72652A7.3CAEB99ADA40CAB3F278FBD22030B8A3CCBB04A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e209c859c6f7d69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKxbhJOiaYuq13MT5PkeLvpHuBOA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e209c859c6f7d69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30C3533C44FF5ED9FE001E7069F24113C72652A7.3CAEB99ADA40CAB3F278FBD22030B8A3CCBB04A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e209c859c6f7d69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKxbhJOiaYuq13MT5PkeLvpHuBOA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 started in a greater way. It was after a lot of deliberation and talks that we guys finally decided to go all the way to London and watch the fireworks, the biggest in the planet,Well thats the claim , a 15 minute display which began with the chimes of the Big Ben standing tall on the other side of the Thames. It takes a complete year of preparation and no wonder its absolutely fantastic. The spirits of the entire crowd are elevated to the maximum limits,some of them absolutely delighted, some astonished and some just witnessing the moment they would cherish the entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience it once .. just once !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-5489497823966203652?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e209c859c6f7d69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5489497823966203652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=5489497823966203652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/5489497823966203652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/5489497823966203652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/newyear-2008.html' title='NewYear 2008'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-3514138476230368711</id><published>2007-11-17T03:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:29:08.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Night-Walk</title><content type='html'>Capturing the effects of light is a technique of its own. At times my canon does capture it well . This aint too bad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/Rz4Qx0MMQxI/AAAAAAAAABw/S7GDmMz7PhM/s1600-h/london+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133559073258357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/Rz4Qx0MMQxI/AAAAAAAAABw/S7GDmMz7PhM/s400/london+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for new harbours and enjoy your journey ..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-3514138476230368711?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3514138476230368711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=3514138476230368711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/3514138476230368711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/3514138476230368711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-walk.html' title='Night-Walk'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/Rz4Qx0MMQxI/AAAAAAAAABw/S7GDmMz7PhM/s72-c/london+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-760795580201373865</id><published>2007-09-11T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:56:34.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Time Back</title><content type='html'>Been sometime since the shutters have been shut, or rather should I say opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RuWZ1p8le6I/AAAAAAAAABo/sZMVBCUWqLY/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RuWZ1p8le6I/AAAAAAAAABo/sZMVBCUWqLY/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108658499393780642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the old set, here is another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-760795580201373865?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/760795580201373865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=760795580201373865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/760795580201373865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/760795580201373865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-time-back.html' title='Some Time Back'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RuWZ1p8le6I/AAAAAAAAABo/sZMVBCUWqLY/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-9170032089985996790</id><published>2007-06-25T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:11:18.337+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The inevitable</title><content type='html'>Well nothing much to say .. but I am back in Hyderabad.. &lt;br /&gt;This time it happens to be for two weeks. I guess it would not extend more than that ..Globe trotting for 2007 starts.. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-9170032089985996790?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9170032089985996790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=9170032089985996790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/9170032089985996790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/9170032089985996790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/inevitable.html' title='The inevitable'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-3833837473212390003</id><published>2007-05-23T14:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:08:39.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A moment to cherish, from my trips.</title><content type='html'>Just like a few guys belong to a different league, Kudajadri, a mountain peak in the Western Ghats is breath taking.The peak is visible from the Mookambika Temple at Kollur,Karnataka. With the thick mist looming once in while,even your companion goes out of sight, an astounding feel which thrills you down the spine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Kudajadri is an experience of its own, jeeps ( with custom built shock absorbers and axles) take you somewhere close to the top of the one of the hills in the Ghats.From this point you are own your own, climb and traverse across the hills to another, to arrive at the highest accessible point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you find Sankarapeedam,a small shrine with Sankaracharya as deity. Oh yes, you guys did get it right, this is the very same place from where Sankaracharya did his meditation and was blessed with the appearance of goddess Saraswathi for his devotion, thereupon she agreed to come down to Kerala at his request, but sadly the mission wasn't successful and she thus happens to be worshipped at Mookambika, however she finally gave her consent to be at Kerala at the early hours of the day, finally obliging Sankaracharya's pleading.Chottanikara being the place in Kerala, where she is worshipped today as Goddess Saraswathy, costumed in white. Thats how I have been hearing all these years from my grand mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, the best part is going to the other side of the hill to reach Chitramoola,the exact location believed to be where the goddess appeared for Sankaracharya.  A place which only a few dare to go, that side is even steeper,slippery and treacherous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise is however the sight of a lady and a very old sage who happen to live there. This lady is from Balussery (a place near Calicut, Kerala) who happens to be there for more than 15 years now, and she happens to cross the rain forests once in month to get her monthly supplies of food.No,I didn't take her path on my return, the very sight jungle dissuaded me from taking that deadly step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,there is even a tale that I came across about this lady, once on her return trip from Calicut to Kudajadri, she happened to reach the platform and saw that her train had already started to move, she cried very loud and then train happened to stop. Believe it or Not thats all I can say .. !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RlQBqM_XFiI/AAAAAAAAABI/Prr8OcN8PmM/s1600-h/img+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RlQBqM_XFiI/AAAAAAAAABI/Prr8OcN8PmM/s400/img+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067677305251763746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudajadriyil... kudikollum,.... Maheshwari, Gunadayini ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-3833837473212390003?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3833837473212390003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=3833837473212390003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/3833837473212390003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/3833837473212390003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment-to-cherish-from-my-trips.html' title='A moment to cherish, from my trips.'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RlQBqM_XFiI/AAAAAAAAABI/Prr8OcN8PmM/s72-c/img+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-2791966193159769175</id><published>2007-05-12T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:17:55.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>It indeed is good to take break at times and then come back.. Its then that you realise how much you are really passionate about what you were into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RkWpWm_yyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/0kV9I_H-jTk/s1600-h/Pic+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RkWpWm_yyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/0kV9I_H-jTk/s400/Pic+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063639561938323522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better , so  let me start all over again... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-2791966193159769175?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2791966193159769175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=2791966193159769175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/2791966193159769175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/2791966193159769175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwwX527R_Vk/RkWpWm_yyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/0kV9I_H-jTk/s72-c/Pic+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116888251504766595</id><published>2007-01-15T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:05:15.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brooks, Kentucky - Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>DayLight Saving is something I could never digest and always felt ridiculous, back in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this shot taken at 7:45AM, Jan 2007 does throw some light why its necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/1600/603480/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/400/105925/IMG_2085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt like to wake up and go to office when even the sun wakes up late, and goes to bed early. Why the hell should I ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116888251504766595?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116888251504766595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116888251504766595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116888251504766595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116888251504766595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/brooks-kentucky-lesson-learnt.html' title='Brooks, Kentucky - Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116813814817504673</id><published>2007-01-07T06:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:19:08.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Sight</title><content type='html'>That doesnt happen often. He yells with all his might and vigour "Hey you,Stay away from my Girl", But as always he the dry and cold wind is yet again deprived of his ladylove.If it was me who who took his lady away,many have done the same with that poor chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the sight of the tiny white snow flakes moving across,sticking with you for a moment ,the deliberate tease and then the moment you feel she is yours and hold ur hand out for her, she gives a faint kiss and vanishes into the thin air. A moment of loss,a moment to cherish all there to keep you waiting and dream of her return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/1600/407641/snowy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/400/700041/snowy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze passes and watches his girl play, this time with a new chap.No matter what, you just fall for her , right at the first sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116813814817504673?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116813814817504673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116813814817504673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116813814817504673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116813814817504673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at First Sight'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116787661708029061</id><published>2007-01-04T07:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-04T07:40:17.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A sacred beginning, the break of a new dawn</title><content type='html'>A year which was being eagerly waited began with a mighty bang and few many glasses of champagne. If 2006 earned me the title of a " Globe Trekker" from a dear friend of mine, indeed a coveted title for a person who loves travelling,what would this year bring for me ? I yearn for different one this year ! oh please !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/1600/392709/IMG_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/400/123261/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2007 - oh man why did you take so long ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116787661708029061?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116787661708029061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116787661708029061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116787661708029061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116787661708029061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/sacred-beginning-break-of-new-dawn.html' title='A sacred beginning, the break of a new dawn'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116578392219634095</id><published>2006-12-11T02:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:44:11.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You have lost Lovin Feeling</title><content type='html'>Pack your bags to just take this, she has lost that welcome approach she had a few days earlier ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/1600/903816/IMG_1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/250/2208/400/48725/IMG_1864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, she will have it the next time you start zeroing in again . I am going to be there again in quick time .. I want to get that lovin feeling back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116578392219634095?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116578392219634095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116578392219634095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116578392219634095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116578392219634095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-have-lost-lovin-feeling.html' title='You have lost Lovin Feeling'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116372841575666514</id><published>2006-11-17T07:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:25:37.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Treacherous greenery</title><content type='html'>It does look very good from a distance, the greenery , the trees, the sea opposite, the rocky beach where I stood and many more to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/goan%20paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/goan%20paradise.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Anjuna Beach - Goa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe rocks out there at the beach were slippery, you never have a clue of what would happen at your next step.A hand held from anyone is always welome from my end. Why take a chance. . The terrains are beautiful with the green patches and terraced appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the green on this side always remains.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116372841575666514?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116372841575666514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116372841575666514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116372841575666514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116372841575666514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/treacherous-greenery.html' title='The Treacherous greenery'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116232250254210254</id><published>2006-11-01T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:51:42.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nokettha Doorathu Kannumnattu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/IMG_1670.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/IMG_1670.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snap is from the Fishermans Cove at Chennai. It was great to play a game of football after 3 long years. For a sec the ball was lost and it was then that the snap was taken. It cudnt get better than that day .. A day filled with just entertainment,fun and ending with the Gandhigiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116232250254210254?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116232250254210254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116232250254210254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116232250254210254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116232250254210254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/nokettha-doorathu-kannumnattu.html' title='Nokettha Doorathu Kannumnattu'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-116189622277697965</id><published>2006-10-27T01:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T02:27:02.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>By the road, on the way back.....</title><content type='html'>The roads lay vacant.For a long time it had been just the light from the lamps of the bikes that lit up the road. The Abode of the God caught our attention from a distance.Harvested paddy fields were to its either sides. On that lovely night even the wind failed led to rustle the leaves of the trees around.The sky was clear and the stars shown bright.However the silence after ignition being turned off was broken in no time by the killer sound from the crickets.That was the night right after the Diwali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/tmp_IMG_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/tmp_IMG_1867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How better can the church be lit up during this festive season !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-116189622277697965?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116189622277697965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=116189622277697965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116189622277697965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/116189622277697965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/10/by-road-on-way-back.html' title='By the road, on the way back.....'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115988000432175204</id><published>2006-10-03T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:14:28.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mirrored in a Distorted way</title><content type='html'>Tough Luck guys .. Time to wake up he yells. A nice sweet kick on the ass or a bucketfull of water onto the face.. Wake up and you see the grin on his face.Weekends these days literally do begin with a bang.How better a friend would you need to wake you up like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed this is Chennai Meri Jaan !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Pic%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/Pic%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings they just dont happen , while some others - they just keep happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115988000432175204?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115988000432175204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115988000432175204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115988000432175204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115988000432175204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/10/mirrored-in-distorted-way.html' title='Mirrored in a Distorted way'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115695984609190432</id><published>2006-08-30T21:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:29:18.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheers To Life</title><content type='html'>Those beer bottles together with the others got me stumped last time. That day they were the pathbreakers. To digest the fact that I was too slow when it comes to devouring them,was really miserable. Its said -  have them in small quantities and not gulp. " &lt;em&gt;The slower you are the lesser you get &lt;/em&gt;" - that aint funny in any sense. The company of yours have the speed combined with capacity, a high octane fuel in this situation which makes those mean &lt;em&gt;machines&lt;/em&gt; run at full throttle, empowering them to compete with the best in business. Thanks to my bangy roomies to help me understand that potential information.Genorisity gets a kill -9 under these circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/stumped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/stumped.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New lessons are to be taught in a different way to us,the Generation X.The thick fog seems to clear away making the picture better.The gorges which were feared to be just a step ahead now appear to be at unforeseen distance. They are now threats of the past.Though very much sure to meet with a new one in near future,with increased vigour and might, its these obstacles which are always welcome, that indeed provide the welcome breaks from the melancholic routine.Speed up yourself, adopt to the situation its worth taking a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/stumped%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/stumped%20again.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get boozed, kill the germs of prejudiced mind and feel the new world opening up with a wider horizon. Indeed I have got the kick .. Hic ! Hic !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115695984609190432?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115695984609190432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115695984609190432&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115695984609190432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115695984609190432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/08/cheers-to-life.html' title='Cheers To Life'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115503117071752775</id><published>2006-08-08T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:02:26.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@ the Sugar Cane Shop</title><content type='html'>Through the traffic we went zooming past a Merc and BMW( sports version).&lt;br /&gt;On the way, the brakes screeched , bringing the 150 cc machine to a halt and we were ready to pounce the glass of sugar cane juice, finish it off in that big gulp - One Sip and the Glass should be empty type. It was a bogie this time too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/model01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/model01.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little chap was there working with his cane. He,just like any of us was eager to go through the candy all alone.He had a Saw larger than him,to chop the cane.Cudnt stop myself from clicking a snap then. The click, took him by surprise and he came towards me in a flash. I was caught on the wrong foot by that 25 metre dash of his. Cleaning his face with his T- Shirt( nothing strange about that in India) he posed for me with a cute smile and justered me take a snap of his.Once done,he pulled my arm down, looked at the snap,smiled once again and dashed away to grab his cane, from his father - the shop keeper and continued his tussle with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment will always remain with me, scribed among the front pages of my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115503117071752775?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115503117071752775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115503117071752775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115503117071752775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115503117071752775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/08/sugar-cane-shop.html' title='@ the Sugar Cane Shop'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115434821736194656</id><published>2006-07-31T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:54:19.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused I am</title><content type='html'>Is it ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The beginning of a new era ? " - I would love to see how it goes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Walking%20along.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/Walking%20along.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or a Golden era " - The One I have enjoyed a lot and still enjoying !! - " going through a bad phase ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115434821736194656?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115434821736194656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115434821736194656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115434821736194656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115434821736194656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/confused-i-am.html' title='Confused I am'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115287376128128854</id><published>2006-07-14T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:17:19.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Among the ruins of an Amphitheatre</title><content type='html'>Trapped she thought.Mundane thoughts came flooding in her mind. She couldnt stop but brood over what happened. The cards she played,seemed all wrong, a decision that could make or break things finally turned against her. The codes she wrote with passion were a pain now. Her destination now seemed a distant dream. She felt lost, aliented in the new city, the city that never came to terms with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/gol_dips%200162.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/gol_dips%200162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at Golcunda, I saw that window, the Window to Heaven, I managed to find it among the ruins.I hope she finds it soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dancefloor of a golden era waits patiently to be rejuvenated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115287376128128854?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115287376128128854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115287376128128854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115287376128128854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115287376128128854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/among-ruins-of-amphitheatre.html' title='Among the ruins of an Amphitheatre'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115212035473921114</id><published>2006-07-05T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:58:15.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ah.. Just Enough,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/twototango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/twototango.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those birds just took me back to the school days for a moment, of course to those painting classes.For me the Alpabet V had lot of meaning, it could be a bird in the sky, green grass the next second and what not. Time flies and here I am but a spur of a moment can take you back and forth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115212035473921114?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115212035473921114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115212035473921114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115212035473921114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115212035473921114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-just-enough.html' title='Ah.. Just Enough,'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115156783066464435</id><published>2006-06-29T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:47:03.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hang Him,Verdict was finally out</title><content type='html'>22-Jun-2006, 3.00 am, the death bell finally rang. Dingan never dreamt of such an end, did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days earlier, we had a ripped jeans, a half eaten apple on the bed, the waste basket lay toppled and above all the kitchen was stinking, almost like a fertilizer truck had run over a skunk. Alas he is in! my roomie gasped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on hand, I shouted, we cleaned up the mess and the grudge increased as time passed. We were very tired after the days work and this one was a blow from behind. The culprit was not found anywhere. Not a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Dingan worked predominantly during the night. The chaos he created was beyond limits. He showed himself once; He was small,brown and fast.He turned quickly and escaped through the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With futbol on air, our nocturnal activities increased, Dingan was finding it tough. He took all his courage to come out on that deadly night of Jun 22nd.I saw him, He is back I cried out. Closing the doors we ran behind him, he managed to escape from 3 blows, but the cricket bat met the target. An eye ball popped out, He laid motionless, Not a drop of blood - Surgical Precision! Professionals in making Arun hinted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next? The decision was unanimous Hang him till death! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/conman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/conman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,I saw Dingans cousin, will history repeat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115156783066464435?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115156783066464435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115156783066464435&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115156783066464435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115156783066464435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/hang-himverdict-was-finally-out.html' title='Hang Him,Verdict was finally out'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-115107787731033864</id><published>2006-06-23T21:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:35:26.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It Does Matter These Days</title><content type='html'>Its been few days now that I am missing the lift at my office. The door has got shut for the fourth time this week right in front of me, forcing me to take the stairs all the way till the fifth floor. Getting really lazy these days. And why not wait for the lift, it always happens that when I miss,its always on its way to the topmost floor then descends and proceeds to the underground parking area (obviously somebody is waiting there to be picked),thats 2 floors below the ground floor where I stand waiting and then it comes to pick me. I can always reach my desk within this time. Lack of patience,maybe it can addressed so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/stairway.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/stairway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back,when in college, I luved the stairs,for the obvious reason. Stay there and you are sure to get a glance of the ones you are dieng to see. Maybe after that 3 years relation with her, she now thinks I have ditched her, I do not find any other reason of why she is being so cruel with me. Lets hope with this confession of mine,she understands me and allows me take the lift atleast at the office. I do not know for whom I got to stand by the stairs at my office and wheres the fun without the gang around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-115107787731033864?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115107787731033864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=115107787731033864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115107787731033864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/115107787731033864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-does-matter-these-days.html' title='It Does Matter These Days'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114996412227146134</id><published>2006-06-10T23:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:51:11.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Algrebra at its best</title><content type='html'>X,he is remarkable. Plunge into the evergreen grasslands of algrebra and you find him everywhere, yet he slips away.There stands the the strong walls of the Bracket kingdom.You are cornered by the squares, the curls strangle you . Blood starts pumping in,hunger disappers once the hunt for what lies beneath starts .The walls of the kingdom never stand the constant attacks even from a lone crusader for long .The jinx disappears. The autumn in the heart ,the season of the dreaded thirst ceases and first flower of spring blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Ramoji_dips%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/Ramoji_dips%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind sees what it Chooses to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114996412227146134?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114996412227146134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114996412227146134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114996412227146134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114996412227146134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/algrebra-at-its-best.html' title='Algrebra at its best'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114889983536901272</id><published>2006-05-29T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:23:25.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indeed a luxury, luxury unlimited</title><content type='html'>Share-Auto,a common phenomenon in most of the Indian cities.The striking difference out here( Hyderabad) is the presence of the so called Hi-Fi stereo system.The Driver himself being the DJ,cassettes being replaced at his mercy. Telugu-Tamil-Hindi, they just come in one after the other.I wonder if they have any Volume controls.So dont get startled the next time you get into one.The first day,I'm sure my heart skipped a few beats.The noise levels are alarmingly high,but can you expect more luxury at rupees 5.The tape heads for sure havn't been cleaned for years and the speakers they dance to the music.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;."Have Mercy on us Please" !!,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have seen that in most of my fellow travellers' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, my neighbour says "He is back for his hols" when the deafening silence around is broken by the loud music from the 3200 W system of mine.I love them loud,blaring at their will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont dare to call me names now, My ears are still in perfect condition.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114889983536901272?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114889983536901272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114889983536901272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114889983536901272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114889983536901272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/indeed-luxury-luxury-unlimited.html' title='Indeed a luxury, luxury unlimited'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114845396343332948</id><published>2006-05-24T12:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:42:57.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ShowBiz-thats a different World</title><content type='html'>Ever imagined about walking across streets of London into the Chor Bazaar(Mumbai) or how about walking into a hospital and its exit, The JFK Airport Terminal.These are not bizzare dreams erupting from the chaotic mind of an overdosed chap. Welcome to the POP Jungle ( POP - Plaster of Paris) - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ramoji Film city&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;thats what they call it, Indias answer to the Hollywood.If you dare to dream, they certainly can. Those were just few of the many surprise packages awaiting you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Ramoji%20Entrance.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/Ramoji%20Entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Location:Ramoji Film City,Hyderabad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calicutcity.com/movies/movies1.htm"&gt;Udayanaanu Taaram&lt;/a&gt;,I relived the fond memories of this Mohanlal - Sreenivasan malayalam flick. Ramoji - Avananu Taaram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114845396343332948?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114845396343332948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114845396343332948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114845396343332948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114845396343332948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/showbiz-thats-different-world.html' title='ShowBiz-thats a different World'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114768957116228263</id><published>2006-05-15T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:51:40.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CheckMate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/doors%20and%20windows.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/doors%20and%20windows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet hope remains while the Company is true&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Of The Rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt; Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114768957116228263?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114768957116228263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114768957116228263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114768957116228263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114768957116228263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/checkmate.html' title='CheckMate'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114727653011230228</id><published>2006-05-10T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:02:37.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Buddha.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/Buddha.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;" We are what we think, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we are arises with our &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With our thoughts, We make our world . . . "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Lord Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114727653011230228?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114727653011230228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114727653011230228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114727653011230228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114727653011230228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/he.html' title='He'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114710400946119478</id><published>2006-05-08T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:52:47.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visual Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>Ever been there to witness the pomp and pageantry. Well I havent,but indeed will catch up some day. The traditional percussions,The caparisoned elephants, Kudamattom( a sequenced and swift changing of coloured umbrellas), the mindblowing display of Fireworks all these and much more add to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thrissurpooram.com/"&gt;Thrissur Pooram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The percussion includes the Panchavadyam, Pancharimelam and Pandimelam to my knowledge. The best of the elephants are on display. The fireworks provide a grand finale to the festival. A healthy competion is what it is all about between two temples Thiruvambady and Paramekavu at the Thekinkadu Maidanam,one trying to outdo the other in this flashy exhibition.The Police ,they have a terrible time, traffic goes haywire,crowds come in thousands from all parts of the globe. Talk to any Thrisurite and they will never stop once they hear the topic on air is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrissur_Pooram"&gt;Thrissur Pooram&lt;/a&gt;,my dad being one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Year the Pooram was celebrated on Sunday(May 7th) with all it's traditional gusto and spectacular ingredients, except fireworks display.Heard it must be possibly the first one of the century &lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/181_1690995,000900020004.htm"&gt;without&lt;/a&gt; the dazzling fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you there next &lt;a href="http://www.keralatourism.org/php/travel/data/festivalcalendar.php"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newindpress.com/NewsItems.asp?=IER20060505041614&amp;Topic=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Title=Kerala&amp;amp;Page=R"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114710400946119478?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114710400946119478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114710400946119478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114710400946119478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114710400946119478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/visual-extravaganza.html' title='Visual Extravaganza'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114676501949933428</id><published>2006-05-04T23:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:41:41.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Watch your Step</title><content type='html'>This sculpture has been there for a long time now. How many times have I been here ..?? Everything has a time to happen, is that so ?&lt;br /&gt;Location : Guruvayoor ( Near Pachajanya Guest House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guruvayurdevaswom.org/lpoonthanam.shtml"&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Pic%200081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/Pic%200081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose when we have that deadly device ( a cam) with us ,we become conscious of the surrounding and start admiring their beauty. &lt;a href="http://paradiselog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sreejith&lt;/a&gt; , he is the one who got me hooked into this art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114676501949933428?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114676501949933428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114676501949933428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114676501949933428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114676501949933428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/watch-your-step.html' title='Watch your Step'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114676474524564105</id><published>2006-05-04T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:40:49.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just Before</title><content type='html'>Evening,and the dark clouds were built on the horizon. With time,they gathered in to raise their voice, a downpour and a remarkable silence followed. Man indeed is enlightened in abundance from nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Pic%200571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 100px 0px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/Pic%200571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitation, they are on a rise; Bureaucracy,I better maintain silence; WE are indeed living over and above the edge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114676474524564105?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114676474524564105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114676474524564105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114676474524564105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114676474524564105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-before.html' title='Just Before'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114626600569881610</id><published>2006-04-29T04:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:32:46.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Past</title><content type='html'>Caesar said and I Repeat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Picture%2011311.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/400/Picture%2011311.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I came,I saw, I conquered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114626600569881610?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114626600569881610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114626600569881610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114626600569881610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114626600569881610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-past.html' title='Back to the Past'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114444932407267329</id><published>2006-04-08T03:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:56:58.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/museum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  journey isn't  short or smooth. A sharp focus and an Undettered mind , Do we need a much better company on this rough course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114444932407267329?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114444932407267329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114444932407267329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114444932407267329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114444932407267329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114301222267084857</id><published>2006-03-22T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:27:15.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Final Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Picture%20012-1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/Picture%20012-1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many stars in the sky, only some get noticed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114301222267084857?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114301222267084857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114301222267084857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114301222267084857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114301222267084857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-glory.html' title='Final Glory'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114285628303771213</id><published>2006-03-20T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:43:08.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Gap closes in</title><content type='html'>It wasn’t the FrontPage pic of three damsels with their T-shirt One-Liner going-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want Freddie’s Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or a Barrymoore in bikini that brought out the glow in my sleepy eyes, rather it was the column about the Guys loosing to Girls in the Art of Copying during the exams. To be called a Guru in this Art isn’t something that can be boasted about, yet it brings about a smile in the performers heart. The creativity involved here is immense like any other craft. Practiced to perfection, improvised over generations and equipped to handle any situation, it seems the boys are loosing their brilliance in this wizardry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article describes the cutting edge techniques practiced by boys to assert their predominance in this art; however the modus operandi of the so-called weaker sex has not been transpired in writing. The article reveals about girls electing to wear Salwar into the halls rather than the skimpy apparels which one sees them on, to spice up the heat during these “hot” summer days, and also about a dedicated woman invigilators in place in each room to check the girls. TIMES has failed to come out with the dark secrets of the mystifying and sophisticated techniques used by gals. This forces the male patrons to fancy the reasons of this down fall to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) State of Art techniques developed to suit the female anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;2) The ever-growing followers of this art among girls&lt;br /&gt;3) Lack of dedication from the part of boys and many more …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news has brought tears rolling from all guys (including me) who have efficiently performed and cleverly mastered this class act and remained supreme during their reign. This is Unacceptable!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114285628303771213?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114285628303771213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114285628303771213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114285628303771213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114285628303771213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/gap-closes-in.html' title='The Gap closes in'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114235397970336836</id><published>2006-03-14T20:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:53:49.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>March 12 2006</title><content type='html'>This day would always be cherished by one and all who are passionate about sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three things on my schedule that day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The India V/s England Test ( Played at Mohali Day 4) , The New Season Grand Prix , and the Austrailia V/s SA series showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;India v/s England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India had a good outing at Mohali, with Kumble helping India to bag 5 English wickets by the end of the day , throwing a door wide open for Indian Victory. This was eventually possible by some nerve-racking deliveries by Munaf Patel ( is this a &lt;strong&gt;Baruch Express&lt;/strong&gt; in Making ) the debutant and the ever reliable WALL leading from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bahrain Grand Prix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alonso had Schumacher on his toes after lap 39. This happened although the multiple time champ had the pole , Alonso eventually crossing the chequered flag with 2 sec lead over the veteran champ. Ofcourse the highlight, Kimi Raikonnen having a podium finish though he happened to be the last one on the poles. Will luck run out for him in 2006 ?? The baffling question is yet to be answered.THe hot favorites finish at the podium giving a splendid start 06 Grand Prix season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SA v/s Aus (The showdown )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day eventually belonged to Gibbs the SA one down batsman who just ran through Aussie bowlers shattering new world record of 434 runs in 50 overs which was set up a few hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is same man who was told "Boy, you have lost the oppurtunity to hold the World Cup " By the then Aussie Captain S. Waugh, when he dropped Waughs catch, (actually can you call that a drop, I woudnt not say that) in what can be called a quarter final match of 2003 World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;The real fear came when NTINI came into bat with 2 runs to win, Last wicket and 2 balls remaining. The way he, the man who rarely holds the bat properly took that single saved SA being tagged yet again the " UNLUCKY " ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was indeed a message to Ricky Ponting and co            &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;" Welcome to the Real World "&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Futbol Mundial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse the day didn't end there. This just happened while I was surfing through the TV channels . Hey I am talking about Arsenal beating Liverpool , the score lise reading 2-1 the only disappointmen of the day . Oh ! The reason being I do not support Arsenal .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114235397970336836?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114235397970336836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114235397970336836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114235397970336836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114235397970336836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-12-2006.html' title='March 12 2006'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-114197389628787595</id><published>2006-03-10T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:42:30.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>This image has gone a bit shaky , but somehow it has captured my mind and I just plugged it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say things dont happen as a matter of chance, and they hold a lot of significance in your life. Now I have started believing it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-114197389628787595?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114197389628787595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=114197389628787595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114197389628787595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/114197389628787595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/neighbourhood.html' title='The Neighbourhood'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-113957910785473459</id><published>2006-02-10T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:33:37.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/deserted.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/deserted.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............Never seen a tree so bare yet so attractive . Though there were many green ones to my left , this one attracted me more, for I thought this had more life and was conveying me a message,&lt;br /&gt;"There are times when life is lonely, dry and tough, stand tall and be firm to your roots , you will have the spring back in your life"............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-113957910785473459?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113957910785473459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=113957910785473459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113957910785473459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113957910785473459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/why.html' title='Why ??'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-113955776899150126</id><published>2006-02-10T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:46:16.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side ...</title><content type='html'>If it is the elegance of Charminar and the mutton shops around, that attracts me again and again, The thought of travelling in a city bus just gets my spirits down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://7wondersofhyderabad.com/charminar/charminar.html"&gt;History is Always History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/4minar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/4minar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Cramped in a corner,&lt;br /&gt;I ride a bus to Char Minar.&lt;br /&gt;Bursting bodies press on me&lt;br /&gt;as strangeness begs familiarity&lt;br /&gt;in sharing a hard, narrow seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the soft, wrinkled skin&lt;br /&gt;of an old Hyderabadi begum&lt;br /&gt;leaning to the window for fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;gasping curses on Allah for her plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother with child at her breast&lt;br /&gt;squats near my feet, quite content:&lt;br /&gt;two little dirty hands tug innocently&lt;br /&gt;the edge of my crumpled shawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I mingle again&lt;br /&gt;in the crowd of Char Minar,&lt;br /&gt;two sunken eyes offer me&lt;br /&gt;eternity in a begging bowl,&lt;br /&gt;promising me a reserved seat&lt;br /&gt;in the crowded bus to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;provided I pay the commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shanta Acharya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-113955776899150126?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113955776899150126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=113955776899150126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113955776899150126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113955776899150126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/other-side.html' title='The Other Side ...'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-113879934762499306</id><published>2006-02-01T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:31:23.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sachin Exposed</title><content type='html'>Sachin Tendulkar has failed yet again. ( A Total Disaster in the Test Series) . Though the law of averages is on his side, how long will it support Our Little Master.  I am a big fan of his but I have to truly admit that Moin Khan has exposed him literally. Reading Moins Article I thought,man who in India would have dared to do this deadly deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/58526.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/58526.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in India, If Cricket is Religion, then Sachin is God.&lt;br /&gt;How long will I have to wait for SRT to make a comeback again with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/pakvind/content/story/234769.html"&gt;Moin Khans Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-113879934762499306?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113879934762499306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=113879934762499306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113879934762499306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113879934762499306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/sachin-exposed.html' title='Sachin Exposed'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21794431.post-113877790966035477</id><published>2006-02-01T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:06:42.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/1600/airshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/2208/320/airshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel the Need, Need For Speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maverick and Goose, Top Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one of my all time favorites. The 4G negative dive by Mig28.. Remember that classified information.. To be the "driver of an aircraft" a childhood dream of mine still remains unfulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21794431-113877790966035477?l=bindaaaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113877790966035477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21794431&amp;postID=113877790966035477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113877790966035477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21794431/posts/default/113877790966035477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bindaaaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/need-for-speed.html' title='Need For Speed'/><author><name>Deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11173410158178407783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
