<?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-2071380005483029558</id><updated>2011-12-08T15:06:06.188+05:30</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Vetti'/><category term='Telugu'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='school'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='review'/><category term='India'/><category term='BITS'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Bogstipated - Accumulated and Stagnant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-8070162127829067337</id><published>2011-12-08T14:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:06:06.203+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Recipe - Beerakaya Pacchadi (Ridge gourd/Turai/Luffa chutney)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After a lot of pestering from many of my&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;friends, here I come up with the recipe for my beerakaya pacchaDi.&lt;br /&gt;I just learned this one by observation - from whom? Of course my mom! So, here is what we need to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEJseyHfOE4/TuB-tG8AZTI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1yaN38xtyTg/s1600/Desktop1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEJseyHfOE4/TuB-tG8AZTI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1yaN38xtyTg/s400/Desktop1a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(to serve for 2 people)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Chutney:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beerakaya (Ridge gourd) - 1 large&lt;br /&gt;Urad dal (split black gram) - 10gms&lt;br /&gt;Channa dal (split chickpea) - 10gms&lt;br /&gt;Red chilly - 4/5&lt;br /&gt;Jeera (Cumin seeds) - 2 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;Aavaalu (Mustard) - 1tbsp&lt;br /&gt;Coriander - some&lt;br /&gt;Tamarind - 2/3 tbsp paste&lt;br /&gt;Garlic - 4/5 cloves&lt;br /&gt;Turmeric - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Oil - enough to fry&lt;br /&gt;Salt - enough to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;For Tadka (Optional):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry leaves - 6/7 leaves&lt;br /&gt;Urad dal - a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chana dal - a little&lt;br /&gt;Red Chilly - 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Mustard - a little&lt;br /&gt;Jeera - a little&lt;br /&gt;Hing - pinch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Process:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Peel off the ridges of the ridge gourd, cut in to not-too-small-nor-too-big pieces and keep it aside.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take some oil in to fry pan and fry Urad dal, Chana dal, Jeera and Mustard until they become golden brown. In the end add red chillies to this and keep it aside. Make sure you don't over fry it, since it will give a bitter taste. Also, don't under fry it, since it would give a weird taste :) Just fry it to the right amount!&lt;br /&gt;3) Now in the same fry pan, take some more oil, add the cut ridge gourd pieces and fry them. Add some turmeric to this. Fry in medium to high flame, making sure it doesn't get charred. Fry it until all the moisture of the vegetable gets off (remember, this will take some time, since ridge gourd has very good moisture content in it). Keep it aside.&lt;br /&gt;4) Take the fried ridge gourd pieces, the fried dal-chilly mixture, garlic cloves, coriander, salt and tamarind paste in to a blender jar and blend it. You may add some water depending on the consistency you would like the chutney to have.&lt;br /&gt;5) Ridge gourd chutney is all yours now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;For Tadka:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people prefer tadka and some don't. I always love to tadka-fy my chutneys. So here is what you gotta do for Tadka..&lt;br /&gt;1) Heat a small amount of oil (~1 tbsp) and add a little urad dal and channa dal to it.&lt;br /&gt;2) As the dal gets fried, add mustard and jeera to it.&lt;br /&gt;3) In a while, you see mustard popping out - now add red chilli pieces to it.&lt;br /&gt;4) Once you see red chillies turning in to dark red-black, add a pinch of hing, turn off the stove.&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally, add curry leaves to this and transfer it on to your ridge gourd chutney.&lt;br /&gt;6) Mix it well and this gives a kick to your chutney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tail piece:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, all my quantities are very intuitive and might not be as correct as I've mentioned here. Let me know if it worked out for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridge gourd chutney is good to have to rice (I prefer it with some ghee...slurrppp!) or dosa. It isn't bad with roti either! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-8070162127829067337?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/8070162127829067337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=8070162127829067337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/8070162127829067337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/8070162127829067337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2011/12/recipe-beerakaya-pacchadi-ridge.html' title='Recipe - Beerakaya Pacchadi (Ridge gourd/Turai/Luffa chutney)'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEJseyHfOE4/TuB-tG8AZTI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1yaN38xtyTg/s72-c/Desktop1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-1158166114812561771</id><published>2011-06-04T23:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:40:13.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda 2 - My Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who said sequels suck?! Go and watch Kung Fu Panda 2, it not only lives up to its predecessor but also exceeds it in certain aspects. While the first part has its own "original" flavor, this one is no less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ49UhIP5W8/TepyGL1DnsI/AAAAAAAADkQ/SmmpS0Cu3b8/s1600/Kung_Fu_Panda_2_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ49UhIP5W8/TepyGL1DnsI/AAAAAAAADkQ/SmmpS0Cu3b8/s320/Kung_Fu_Panda_2_Poster.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;image courtesy - wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jack Black rocks with his amazing voice modulation. The story, again, is simple but this time with lot more action sequences and even more comedy, which predominantly stays slapstick! Though one might not find dialogues like "There are no accidents" and the one about Yesterday, today and tomorrow; this one has loads of "inner peace" in it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to discuss the entire movie here, but stopping myself to let you all also see the movie and enjoy it unadulterated :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would give a full 5 on 5 for all those wonderful sequences and of course beautifully done 3-D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-1158166114812561771?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/1158166114812561771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=1158166114812561771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/1158166114812561771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/1158166114812561771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2011/06/kung-fu-panda-2-my-take.html' title='Kung Fu Panda 2 - My Take'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ49UhIP5W8/TepyGL1DnsI/AAAAAAAADkQ/SmmpS0Cu3b8/s72-c/Kung_Fu_Panda_2_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-5255382949511058466</id><published>2011-06-01T00:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:12:50.837+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photography Infographic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Back to some active blogging after a long time! So, here is something for photography enthusiasts, an interesting graphic which puts forth some vital photography details in a simple format! :)&lt;br /&gt;The image speaks for itself, so nothing more to write in here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click to Enlarge Image&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.smartpress.com/photography-we-like/photographers-life-through-the-lens-infographic"&gt;&lt;img alt="Online Printing" border="0" src="http://blog.smartpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Life-Through-the-Lens.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via:&lt;a href="http://smartpress.com/"&gt;Online Printing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: http://blog.smartpress.com/photography-we-like/photographers-life-through-the-lens-infographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-5255382949511058466?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/5255382949511058466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=5255382949511058466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/5255382949511058466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/5255382949511058466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2011/06/photography-infographic.html' title='Photography Infographic'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-5003192840007113611</id><published>2009-12-30T15:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:21:16.759+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>My Take - Avatar</title><content type='html'>Finally, I watched Avatar!! As I wished, I watched it in 3-D on MAX screen in my Hyderabad :)&lt;br /&gt;What about it? Yes, most of the reviews were right, technically, it is probably the best made movie ever!! But, I frankly felt it was a little over hyped. The storyline was very simple and quite predictable. The concept of setting a movie in the 22nd century, though not for the first time, added a lot to the scope of exhibiting the creative genius of the maker. The entire idea of Dream-walking is superb. And, what do I say about 3-D? It was simply awesome, and watching it on the max screen added more to the wonderful feeling. Cameron takes you to a different world altogether. You feel you are part of the Navis - I felt it would be great if we had a world like that - full of greenery and beautiful nature!! All those fluffy seeds coming over to you, will definitely tickle you and give you a strange feeling for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, technically it is one of the best movies I have ever seen, but otherwise the movie is simple, quite simple :)&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worth a watch (or two), only in 3-D, if possible in a good theater - even better if it is in i-max ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-5003192840007113611?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/5003192840007113611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=5003192840007113611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/5003192840007113611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/5003192840007113611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-take-avatar.html' title='My Take - Avatar'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-3045764457802002458</id><published>2009-03-24T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:29:51.314+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>The DD Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A colleague of mine sent a mail today with the subject "You might have seen this in your childhood". When I opened the mail, it was the very old and very famous Dairy Milk jingle. It was a common one especially during cricket matches. Those were the days when cricketers played more cricket than shooting for promotional ads ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I became nostalgic (as usual, these days I have no other better work, it seems!) thinking about some age old jingles like nirma, bournvita etc., serials and beautiful programmes. Some of them were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahabhaarat, Surabhi&lt;/span&gt; (my favourite show, for Renuka Sahane), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swabhimaan, Taara, Shanti, Ruturaagaalu,&lt;/span&gt; Sunday Regional Movies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanskrit &lt;/span&gt;News and many more...I miss those "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vintage&lt;/span&gt;" doordarshan days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the jingle for all of you, watch and enjoy....and feel nostalgic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2I4UBElFC54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2I4UBElFC54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-3045764457802002458?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/3045764457802002458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=3045764457802002458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/3045764457802002458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/3045764457802002458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/03/dd-days.html' title='The DD Days'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-4363265827044371022</id><published>2009-03-23T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:01:16.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia, for a change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; 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So do I. I always feel am a little low on such sentiments, but sometimes I can't help it. I thought I could pen down some of the most memorable things that happened to me at school since childhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursery:&lt;br /&gt;This one class I hardly remember anything. I don't think I had even gone to school half of the days. All that I know was to respond to my name (it was SriChand then, not Tejo Karthik). Sit there till my dad comes and takes me back home. It was a school by name Bharatiya Vidya Niketan in our very own colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School: Spring Dales Public School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was located at Yousufguda checkpost, the same building which is now St. Mary's College. Beautiful campus it was. Greenery all around the place with neem and gulmohar trees. We had the chance to go and see live examples of whatever was taught in our Science classes. Occasionally, we had visitors like snakes and chameleons; of course we had enough people to deal with them too. I remember my first day where our teacher Ms. Ramana Sastry gave us a straw and a paper with some ink on it. She asked us to blow air into the straw and make some pattern on the paper using the ink on it. That’s the same day I met my friend Tejasvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daily morning prayers were rendered in an Assembly Hall, where we all used to sit and sing devotional songs. Some of them...&lt;br /&gt;- vara veeNa mRdupaaNi...&lt;br /&gt;- tEnela tETala maaTalatO...&lt;br /&gt;- jaya jaya jaya priyabhaarata...&lt;br /&gt;- E maalik tErE bandE hum...&lt;br /&gt;- vaishNava janatO....&lt;br /&gt;- naaraayaNatE namO namO...&lt;br /&gt;and many more. Our music teacher, Rama madam was the lead singer along with few other seniors accompanying her. Our Principal (1st class to 4th class) Mrs. Vasanta Lakshmi was a singer herself. She taught us songs like vaishNava janatO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days where we collected flowers - white, orange and yellow - and made a garland for the huge portrait of &lt;i style=""&gt;Bharat Mata&lt;/i&gt; that stood in our Assembly Hall, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;We had all kinds of sports right from athletics to kho-kho, kabaddi and many other indoor games. 3-legged race, sack race, lemon&amp;amp;spoon race were special attractions for the primary school. Our PT madam Ms. Hannah was a strict lady, yet lovable. We had teachers who always concentrated more on imparting general knowledge to us rather than just teach what the text book says. When I was in 2nd class, I was thorough with the countries, capitals, languages and currencies of all European and Asian countries. Thanks to Madhavi madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were very strict teachers like Ms. Girija, who was a terror to the entire class. I still remember the 'special' techniques she used to punish us. I was a pet of Sita madam, who taught us Telugu and basic Hindi. She is one of the sweetest persons I ever know. My love for Telugu to some extent is because of her. Sireesha madam taught us Social, General Knowledge and English. I simply loved the way she taught us Geography. My fascination for this subject and my love for maps is wholly attributed to her. They were THE teachers, architects of my life, my foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 4th class, we shifted our campus to a much smaller one in Yousufguda. Most of the teachers left the school and so I too had to shift to a different school after my 5th class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Class Teachers,  LKG to 5th Class&lt;br /&gt;LKG: Ms. Ramana Sastry&lt;br /&gt;UKG: Ms. Daya&lt;br /&gt;1st Class: Ms. Padmavathi&lt;br /&gt;2nd Class: Ms. Madhavi&lt;br /&gt;3rd Class: Ms. Seeta Mahalakshmi&lt;br /&gt;4th Class: Ms. Vasanti/ Ms. Sirisha&lt;br /&gt;5th Class: Ms. Latha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other prominent names: Ms. Anasuya, Ms. Hannah, Ms. Girija, Ms. Alamelu&lt;br /&gt;Principals: Mr. Murthy, Ms. Vasanta Lakshmi, Mr. N Murthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Names of my classmates, whom I remember very well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tejasvi, Harini, Ramya, Imtiaz, Vijay Prakash, Pratima, Kaumudi, Loknath, Pradeep, Smeera, Farah, Phani, Vikranth, Prashanth, Sravani, Rupa, Anusha, Dheeraja, Bhargava, Anirudh, Rohit etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some incidents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ramya and Harini fights (both were teachers’ daughters!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Japanese drama which we staged for our annual day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Shaakuntalam drama in our first class, where I played the role of a rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Lunch box checking after lunch break and subsequent after-effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tug-of-war between Phani, Tejasvi and me for the first in class rank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had a habit of copying my teachers' signatures (initials), though I never dared to put them to a wrong use. I proudly say, even today I remember most of my teachers' initials :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-4363265827044371022?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/4363265827044371022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=4363265827044371022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/4363265827044371022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/4363265827044371022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgia-for-change.html' title='Nostalgia, for a change!'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-254944973687088003</id><published>2009-02-27T01:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:39:21.607+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Journey to Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKarthik%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt; 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	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Its just a little bigger than the "bathroom" of the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;International&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-that's the feeling I got when I saw the domestic terminal at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Trivandrum&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Point to be noted is the airport got its "international" status in 1991, well before many other major Indian cities. I just had to walk about a 20 steps to get into the aircraft and the flight took off at 7:50pm, 25mins behind its scheduled time of departure. The &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Trivandrum&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; land had only streaks of lights here and there otherwise was full of dark patches! God save these people's love for trees!! The &lt;i style=""&gt;boring person&lt;/i&gt; beside me burrowed his head deep into the "&lt;i style=""&gt;CineBlitz&lt;/i&gt;", provided by Kingfisher, as if he is gonna take some exam on Indian Cinema next morning. What irritated me was that he didn't switch off his reading light, even during the take-off and landing, which almost killed my excitement to watch the city lights through those semi-transparent windows!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was served with a sandwich and some lime juice. I too read &lt;i style=""&gt;Cineblitz&lt;/i&gt; for while, to see what is so fascinating in it. And there was nothing much, except for "&lt;i style=""&gt;this-hero-had-an-affair-with-that-heroine&lt;/i&gt;" kind of news(?). Then came Bengaluru International Airport, and here there's something beautiful. The city lights of Bengaluru, it was an enchanting view, completely different from that of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Trivandrum&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. A busy city with streaks of headlights in most of the roads and beautiful patterns of residential colonies and software buildings. A feast for your eyes!! I thought I could capture a snap, but was interrupted by two people-the air hostess and the stupid &lt;i style=""&gt;boring person&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The flight landed in Bengaluru at 9:12pm and the scheduled time of departure of my connecting flight to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was 9:35pm! I just had to run out of the Airport to re-check in!!&lt;br /&gt;And this guy outside the airport stops me and asks me to get a receipt for Rs.265, which was supposed to be &lt;i style=""&gt;airport tax&lt;/i&gt; that came into effect from that evening!! In that very little time available to me I managed to curse the government for a minute, paid the tax and proceeded for security check. I was shocked by the way the check was being conducted. There were a total of 8-gates available at the check. But, only one gate was open and a long queue was formed for the check. This worried me, as my flight's boarding was already announced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Being someone who follows rules, I went and stood in that "&lt;i style=""&gt;long-never-ending queue&lt;/i&gt;". After a long wait, took about 12mins, just before I could proceed, there was this "&lt;i style=""&gt;I-saw-him-somewhere&lt;/i&gt;" guy clad in white from top to bottom!! It took me less than a second to recognize him as the ace Telugu film director and Member of Parliament Mr. Dasari Narayana Rao. As a simple Indian, I felt happy that I have seen a celebrity. But, before I could even realize that I was happy, what pissed me off was, this guy along with three other people barging into the queue just before me and getting done with their check!! Grrr....he is an MP, I accept. An elderly person, I accept. Let him go first, I accept again!! But, why his followers?! I don't accept. Now, who cares if I do or do not accpet!! HUH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I passed through the security ordeal and boarded the bus which would take me to the aircraft. The bus didn't move even as the clock ticked 9:40pm!! It moved only after the honorable MP boarded the bus along with his followers. As soon as he came in, he kept looking at everyone in the bus, and so did he at me too, and we exchanged smiles! Then, all of a sudden, a middle-aged man got up and wished him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man - &lt;i style=""&gt;"Hello dasari gaaru, how are you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasari - &lt;i style=""&gt;"Hello, Rao gaaru. Long time, how are you doing?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they talked about their film business stuff and then...&lt;br /&gt;Dasari - &lt;i style=""&gt;"This new aiport is big, but really buggging! The security check was such a tiresome thing. I always loved the old airport"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "&lt;i style=""&gt;Baffled Expression"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;****!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a Member of Parliament, who was also a cabinet minister until recent past, feels so about an airport that came as a boon from his own government....what about a person like me should feel about the same?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aah, Kingfisher Class, it was beautiful. Only problem I had was with time management....I didn't know if I had to watch the beautiful Bipasa Basu, instructing us about seat belts, or enjoy the delicious meal or the Tom and Jerry cartoon or admire those beauty personified women serving us everything we wanted ;) Overall, the flight from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt; to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was all together a different experience, may be the Kingfisher experience LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the city from South-West, I couldn’t see the night beauty of the royal &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; city. But nevertheless, could enjoy some recognizable spots on the land, just before landing!! We landed at 11:33pm. Felt happy to be home after 3 full months!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-254944973687088003?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/254944973687088003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=254944973687088003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/254944973687088003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/254944973687088003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-to-home.html' title='Journey to Home'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-4515965948309298030</id><published>2009-02-22T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:39:07.063+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>O Sayaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah...just back from a 9-day trip to Hyderabad-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home sweet Home&lt;/span&gt; :-)...very very tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;Before I post my trip details, I thought it would be nice to share this one..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Sayaa...&lt;/span&gt;" - the Oscar nominated song from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;!! Last night at 11:15 pm, I listened to this song on the platform in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coimbatore Junction Rly Station&lt;/span&gt;. And believe me, the feeling was simply "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;". The song is a chase song in the movie, where the slum children are driven away by the security guards. With a mind-blowing background of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"train-running-on-the-tracks&lt;/span&gt;" with its tempo slowly increasing and decreasing from beginning to the end.....listening to this song in the railway station was worth an experience!! Here's the song for those who have missed it all these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHUQht1HRmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHUQht1HRmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it and enjoy Rahman's magic...try to go to your nearest Railway station for the REAL fun :) or you can try it out in one of your train journeys too :)&lt;br /&gt;I wish this song all the very best for tomorrow's Oscars :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-4515965948309298030?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/4515965948309298030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=4515965948309298030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/4515965948309298030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/4515965948309298030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-sayaa.html' title='O Sayaa...'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-7169984169638582705</id><published>2009-02-10T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:38:53.969+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vetti'/><title type='text'>A day on the Bench</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Celebrating my two months of bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!!&lt;br /&gt;Aah, its 6:30 am already!! My mobile starts singing the ARR's Airtel tone...waking me up from my sleep. The day which starts on a lazy note gains some momentum as I prepare breakfast and lunch for myself. Breakfast would be mostly dosa or idly (thanks to the ready-mix revolution) and lunch would be rice with some pickle, a sabji (mostly fry) and curd. I hit the office by 8:30 am only to discover that I am one among the very few early birds (most of them are those who come by the company bus). My sidee Anu, a senior quality analyst wishes me with her warm good morning everyday, cheering up my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing in to the communicator,  opening Google News and the related news webpages (coz we won't have internet after 9am till 5pm in the evening!!) are the first things I do as soon as I switch on my PC. All the news pages, a few from Wikipedia and a couple of Idlebrain (a total of about 30-40 IE-Internet Explorer windows) would come to my help for at least half of my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus starts my day at office at 9am, wishing all my communicator contacts a very good morning. I read all my IE windows, news ranging from Kerala to Hyderabad and Delhi to New York. This is often multi-tasked with chatting with friends, checking mails (mostly forwards) and forwarding mails to other friends of mine. Attending training for 30min-1hr is a break from this busy schedule of mine :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the morning session full of news followed by a quick Lunch at around 12:20pm. Now starts the real problem. A heavy stomach results in a heavy eye too. We do have a dorm, but I don't know how good would it be to use it daily :P and added to all my misery, my GPM (Head of my department) sits right behind me. So, I cant sleep or listen to songs or watch something in my monitor. Amidst all this starts my second half of the day. I read mails,  chat with my friends (we play the online Songs-quiz in this time :P). Then thanks to our internal blogs. I found some beautiful blogs with short stories :P which would help me out in my drowsy lazy afternoons. After all these activities if I am left with any time, I read a couple of pages from 'The Wings of Fire' and call it day at office :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to home by 6:30pm. Checking orkut scraps, reading and writing blogs, listening to songs, watching and downloading movies, checking mails, chatting in GTalk....making roti for dinner and sleep by 11:30pm....thinking about ARR's airtel tone for the next morning!!&lt;br /&gt;Gudnite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Am planning to bug my colleagues too, by starting my blogging mania in our internal blog portal. Wish me all the best :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-7169984169638582705?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/7169984169638582705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=7169984169638582705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/7169984169638582705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/7169984169638582705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-on-bench.html' title='A day on the Bench'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-5180637267905677895</id><published>2009-02-08T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:38:44.298+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Whats there in a last name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day my colleague (Nikhil) and I were talking about the upcoming Infosys campus at Trivandrum. He said that the architect of the new "boat" shaped building is &lt;a href="http://www.hafeezcontractor.com/"&gt;Mr. Hafeez Contractor&lt;/a&gt;. More than the boat, what fascinated me was his last name - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contractor&lt;/span&gt;. I asked Nikhil, if he had changed his name after becoming an architect&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then we discussed for a while about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parsis, &lt;/span&gt;the Indian Zoroastrians, and their surnames. They all have their surnames after their profession. Interesting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deeper thought into this topic took me all the way to Europe. A little research (thanks to internet) gave some interesting (probably known to many) information. Adding surnames to first names started in 12th century A.D. Certain surnames like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anderson &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnson&lt;/span&gt; came from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew's son &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John's son&lt;/span&gt; respectively. It was just a way to differentiate people further from each other. Similarly, there were surnames based on the profession too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smith, Clark, Wright &lt;/span&gt;etc. fall into this category. Some other names came from the place of living (like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hill, Woods, Ford &lt;/span&gt;etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, surnames like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sastry&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarma&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gupta&lt;/span&gt; came from the caste system that existed in the ancient times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aachari, Pujari&lt;/span&gt; etc. are a couple of examples. In the south &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rao, Reddy, Chowdary&lt;/span&gt; are quite common surnames, derived from the caste. Or surnames are derived from the ancestral village or the profession of the ancestors (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karanam&lt;/span&gt;) along with a tail last name. Tamizhians have their father's/husband's name as their last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting again is the profession related surnames of the &lt;a href="http://www.officecorner.net/am/surnames_a_e.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Probably, more fascinating is the set of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indianized&lt;/span&gt; surnames rather than the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contractor &lt;/span&gt;or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engineer&lt;/span&gt;. A few to mention are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Daruwala", "Tibrewala", "Mithaiwala", "Rumwala"&lt;/span&gt; and some really funny ones like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Acidwala", "Sodawaterwala", "Boatwala"&lt;/span&gt; and so on. Every profession has a surname. These names were relevant in those days where the family occupation was hereditary. I must say, it was quite an intelligent way of naming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In present day's situation, if we apply the same rule....am sure more than half of us will end up in adding "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engineer&lt;/span&gt;" to our first names :P (at least people from Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu will accept this fact!). Thanks to the already existing "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr.&lt;/span&gt;" prefix for all the doctors. Now what comes to be more hilarious is change of surname. Most of the engineers or graduates want to get an MBA and become a Manager. So after that one should change their surname to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;", later "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Analyst&lt;/span&gt;" and so on. Some other hilarious names would be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broker&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Printer&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actor&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actress&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farmer&lt;/span&gt;" or think of a further segregation like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Character Artist&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Financial Analyst&lt;/span&gt;" or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indianized&lt;/span&gt; names like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Computerwala&lt;/span&gt;" (IT-Professionals), "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;StockMarketwala&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paisewala&lt;/span&gt;" (Finance related).&lt;br /&gt;Any other thoughts? Do tell me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tejo Karthik Computerwala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;previously "Tejo Karthik Engineer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-5180637267905677895?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/5180637267905677895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=5180637267905677895&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/5180637267905677895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/5180637267905677895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-there-in-last-name.html' title='Whats there in a last name?'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-478630389311089025</id><published>2009-01-24T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:37:36.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am back to blogging after a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stagnation&lt;/span&gt; of six full months with lots and lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accumulated &lt;/span&gt;thoughts :) I wanted to share with you all, about what I have done during all these days. But, before that, I found something more interesting to write about...."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;"-the much talked about movie throughout India till yesterday, and now the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me talking about a movie that has already been nominated for ten academy awards....am I really worth it? I do have reasons  - I wanted to pen down these thoughts much before the movie won its oscar nominations or the golden globes. So, I think oscars definitely have not changed my take on this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SXtYuZMAP2I/AAAAAAAABd0/EmB-PtFKrAY/s320/Slumdog_Millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294923340962611042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One very striking feature I liked in this movie is its screenplay. Having watched an umpteen number of Maniratnam's films, this one wasn't a surprise to me but definitely something interesting. Simon Beaufoy has succeeded a cent per cent in his task of screenplay, which reveals the entire story in parts....from a pre-climax to the beginning and ultimately to the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next highlight is obviously our very own god, A R Rahman. I felt he has given his very usual music for this movie. I have found the same sincere effort which he puts into any other Indian project. The only difference which mattered and took him to a global stage is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt; tag. Yes, this one is just the beginning for Rahman. I am sure there is much more international recognition in store for him. I proudly say again, I am a huge fan of Rahman :) Though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jai Ho&lt;/span&gt; became an instant hit, my favourite is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Saya&lt;/span&gt;, which is heard more than once in the background. I loved this one especially during the chase scene. Woww is the only word I would prefer to associate with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie based on the novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/span&gt;, by Vikas Swarup-an IFS bureaucrat- has a perfectly bound script. The director and the writers are to be appreciated for this. I know all hollywood movies, unlike the Indian movies, have a bound script before the film goes on to the sets. But, it is really appreciable to be able to make it possible with an Indian story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the critics....most of them asked me to avoid the movie, calling it a disgrace to our Indian stature. This made me more curious to watch the movie as early as possible. But, when I saw it, I didn't find any offensive stuff about our country. The film, largely based on street children, is supposed to be made this way. The director did not choose to put up any special, artificial sets to show us how things are. He simply went in to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gallis &lt;/span&gt;of Mumbai, the slums, the gutters and showed the reality. May be, it is a wake up call for all of us? He aptly used the infamous Mumbai riots as the backdrop for the protagonist turning into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slumdog&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing false about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slumdogs&lt;/span&gt; getting into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begging industry&lt;/span&gt; and later turning out to be anti social elements (as portrayed in the film through Salim's character). And from these guys' view point, India is a hell, yes it is. What has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;given for them? Struggle, pain, sleepless nights and foodless days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anger is rightly shown in more than a couple of scenes when Jamal Malik, the protagonist says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guide book was written by a bunch of lazy good for nothing Indian beggars&lt;/span&gt;" and when he is beaten up he says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanted to see a bit of real India, here it is&lt;/span&gt;". For this the director immediately makes it a point to highlight the American generosity with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, here is the bit of real America, son&lt;/span&gt;" and gives him a few hundered dollars! This did hurt many Indian feelings out there, but don't you think you have seen such things happening everywhere? If you haven't, I did see and I know how rudely people deal with these street children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an in-built humor in the film, especially in the Taj Mahal episode. It is really hilarious! The film does get a little unbelievable when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slumdog &lt;/span&gt;keeps giving answers to the questions, which come in exact chronology of his life. But, man...come on, after all, this a film and it needs to have certain parts made up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal Malik's character is played by three actors and they look a lot alike. Thanks to the casting director (also the co-director) Ms.Loveleen Tandon. Photography was to the tee. All the actors have given what is expected from them. A simple story, which seems like a fairy tale in itself, is definitely worth a watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-478630389311089025?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/478630389311089025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=478630389311089025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/478630389311089025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/478630389311089025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SXtYuZMAP2I/AAAAAAAABd0/EmB-PtFKrAY/s72-c/Slumdog_Millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-2661906767036155647</id><published>2008-06-11T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:55:16.522+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu'/><title type='text'>Telugu is Funny,at times!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Telugu is my favouritesstt language and I don mean any kind of offense to it by writing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days I ve observed that most of my friends (including me!!) use this language  called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;", a blend of both Telugu and English. Though I love telugu and am a proud telugu, I speak more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenglish&lt;/span&gt; than Telugu or English! Frankly, am loving it this way; it is supposed to be the civilized way of speech(english) giving value to our traditions(telugu) :P&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now, I started this post thinking about some english words that loose their original shape when used in telugu. I know there are "n" such words but thought I cud list a few of them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baambulu&lt;/span&gt; = Bombs (pronounced  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bɒm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaplees panDu&lt;/span&gt; = Apple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TamaaTaa&lt;/span&gt; = tomato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FyaanTu&lt;/span&gt; = pant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beenis kaaya&lt;/span&gt; = beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frizz&lt;/span&gt; = Fridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shertanly&lt;/span&gt; = certainly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myaashTaaru&lt;/span&gt; = Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telugu is often called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italian of the East&lt;/span&gt;", owing to its beauty. In Itlaian, all the words end in vowels(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a,e,i,o,u&lt;/span&gt;) and so in Telugu too. Vowel endings give a fullness and beauty to a language. Thats the reason behind comparing Telugu with Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tamizh friends often make fun of Telugu for this reason! They say most of our words end with the suffix "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-u&lt;/span&gt;"..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veLL-u&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anTaav-u&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;testaav-u&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koDataav-u&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;istaav-u&lt;/span&gt;"; plural forms of some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenglish&lt;/span&gt; words.... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Testu-lu&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exams-u&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cycles-u&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theoraa-lu&lt;/span&gt;"(plural of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theorem&lt;/span&gt;-math! :P) "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;claasu-lu&lt;/span&gt;" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mock us so much that they started calling people with suffixes like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-u&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lu&lt;/span&gt;"; Hulk becomes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hulku&lt;/span&gt;" Aarthi becomes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aarthilu&lt;/span&gt;", Jukka becomes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jukkalu&lt;/span&gt;", Ranjani becomes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ranjulu&lt;/span&gt;", Mami becomes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mam-lu&lt;/span&gt;" and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this does irritate me at times, but its a fact! Whatever they say Telugu remains the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweetest&lt;/span&gt; of all Indian languages and indeed "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dESa bhaashalandu telugu lessa!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;More posts to come on "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telugu&lt;/span&gt;" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-2661906767036155647?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/2661906767036155647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=2661906767036155647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/2661906767036155647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/2661906767036155647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2008/06/telugu-is-funnyat-times.html' title='Telugu is Funny,at times!!'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071380005483029558.post-8667117013375262266</id><published>2008-06-10T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:08:06.704+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BITS'/><title type='text'>Being a BITSian!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BITSian&lt;/em&gt;, a tag that most of the parents consider so precious and so do the bearers of it. But, I have had my share of both good and bad experiences for being a &lt;em&gt;BITSian&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me tell u some well-known positive aspects; it gives you an attention wherever you go; gives you a good job though not great; develops your social network(hehe thanks to Orkut et al); you get to watch so many movies round the year(true you gotta believe me!) and some more similar advantages!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now on the flip side; this word makes people &lt;em&gt;alienate&lt;/em&gt; you to such an extent that at some point of time you start &lt;em&gt;alienating&lt;/em&gt; yourself from the rest (my personal experience with my school buddies(?)!!). They say "Oh, he is from BITS" and start talking in an imported accent about some bull-shit (come on BITS is very much in India and am very much a normal human being!!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And about attending &lt;em&gt;parties&lt;/em&gt; with this tag..its damn irritating; Last December when I went to attend a marriage, an aunt of mine came to me - "Hi! Karthik, how are you? Howz life in Pilani, did you get adjusted to the weather and food there?"-- &lt;em&gt;grr...I ve been a resident of Pilani for the last four years and this is for the eighth time shez asking me the same question!! What is she trying to get at??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another interesting convo goes this way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle:&lt;/em&gt; "Hey! Do you know some Mr. &lt;em&gt;XYZ&lt;/em&gt;, he is a BITSian too"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: &lt;/em&gt;"mmm, name sounds familair, but there are so many XYZ's in BITS; which batch does he belong to, uncle?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle:&lt;/em&gt; "Am not very sure, but he is about &lt;em&gt;6feet&lt;/em&gt; tall and &lt;em&gt;fair&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;chubby &lt;/em&gt;cheeks, &lt;em&gt;rosy&lt;/em&gt; lips and &lt;em&gt;dimple&lt;/em&gt; chin....he is a well known figure, good orator...he got 970 marks in Inter....blah blah blah...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"wtf"(baffled-expression)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle:&lt;/em&gt; Description continues...till he is satisfied that I lost the battle and accept that am not a full fledged BITSian, coz I dunno one Mr.&lt;em&gt; XYZ&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I keep losing this way, every second time I come across some uncle or aunty; so I ve decided to keep away from them and their stupid questions!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now about the academics part, you wanna do an &lt;em&gt;MS&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;MBA&lt;/em&gt; in the &lt;em&gt;US&lt;/em&gt;; you can't afford to look beyond the top 20-30 universities when you apply(inspite of having a low cgpa and an equally low gre score!) ~ Reason : you are a BITSian!...you are ready to accept rejects from top universities rather than admits from mediocre ones!You can't take up a job in some random company which pays you anything less than the average BITSian salary; For the rest of your life you gotta aim HIGH(&lt;em&gt;as HIGH as possible&lt;/em&gt;) to keep the BITS flag really really &lt;em&gt;HIGH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Come on guyz let's all of us aim for the stars!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Am sure most of the BITSians feel the same; very few enjoy the BITSian tag for the reasons stated in the latter part....wat say?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071380005483029558-8667117013375262266?l=blogstipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/feeds/8667117013375262266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071380005483029558&amp;postID=8667117013375262266&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/8667117013375262266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071380005483029558/posts/default/8667117013375262266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstipated.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-bitsian_10.html' title='Being a BITSian!!'/><author><name>Tejo Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14714085336411638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_urIG8hkuunQ/SE4s5W1qXzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mo5_2qWgRbU/S220/Karthik_Name.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
