<?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-14513851</id><updated>2012-01-26T14:33:54.217+05:30</updated><category term='grudge'/><category term='bangalore'/><category term='tamil movie'/><category term='women rights'/><category term='eelam'/><category term='self defense'/><category term='shaart zdory'/><title type='text'>Grudges from a battered soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-5073187721688014291</id><published>2009-05-08T13:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:58:26.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamil movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eelam'/><title type='text'>tamil movie about eelam struggle</title><content type='html'>Long before i read about chaos theory, i was a firm believer that all the events happening in life are somehow related to one another. Yesterday, i was watching ipl2 chennai vs punjab and match was interrupted due to rain. As i had already set this time aside to watch the match, i didn't have anything else to do, so was hopping channels for a while and landed in vijay tvs dance show. One of the participants was portraying the harrowing experiences of tamils in lanka, it really was a good performance, after which the entire cast, people in the studio and the judges were in tears and gave him a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this, i was wondering why haven't we made any tamil movie about eelam struggle, maniratnam touched it briefly(kannathil muthamittal), but did not do a deep-dive like his film on mumbai riots(bombay),terrorists in kashmir(roja). We do lot of things to register our protest self-immolation,hate speeches,fast until death..why not make a powerful movie on the lines of Schindler's list, the pianist. There are hundreds of movies depicting holocaust, german occupation of poland, all excellent documentaries. This tamil film should capture the real agony, everything including the death of the proud tamil mother who died suckling her kid to safety while drinking only sea water for more than 10 days en route of her escape from lanka to india&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no dearth of talent in tamil film industry, some one should take it up and show the truth about eelam struggle to the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-5073187721688014291?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/5073187721688014291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=5073187721688014291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/5073187721688014291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/5073187721688014291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2009/05/tamil-movie-about-eelam-struggle.html' title='tamil movie about eelam struggle'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-2150619481810077242</id><published>2009-04-24T11:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:54:22.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what IT guys do?</title><content type='html'>If you are one of the guys who wonder, how people in IT spend 9 hours a day in front of a screen, well this chat transcript can help u better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ip : u thr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo : s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ip : t&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo : ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ip : v&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;z&lt;br /&gt;am bored :( , please help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo : a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z&lt;br /&gt;am booooored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ip : he heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-2150619481810077242?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/2150619481810077242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=2150619481810077242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/2150619481810077242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/2150619481810077242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-it-guys-do.html' title='what IT guys do?'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-2243773248465435197</id><published>2009-02-26T22:36:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:27:59.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self defense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women rights'/><title type='text'>Pepper spray for self defense</title><content type='html'>I get incensed with rage and anger, whenever i read news articles about attack on women, in the name of moral policing. A woman has all the right in the world to talk to whoever she wants, dress,drink,smoke whatever she wants as long as it is legal in the country she resides. I really wonder what rights these bastards who are dressed in shirt,jeans(which are not Indian)  have to harass woman in the name of Indian culture. We never had these in our culture, all we had was sati, untouchability, child marriage and merciless dumping widows in the banks of Varanasi. Whenever i read about such attacks, i feel like beating up somebody, loose my interest to work and fight with almost everyone from my friends to co-workers..I know that its bad..am working hard to get this rage out of my system, i should channel it in a better way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very recently this article &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2009/02/26/stories/2009022657590100.htm"&gt;The Hindu: attack on women in bangalore&lt;/a&gt;filled me up with anger and a sense of helplessness, and i really thought all girls in this city should be carrying some form of self-defense material. Tazers are not available here, so I made some enquiries about pepper spray and got the contact numbers of few stores selling the same. We travelled there beating all the traffic and bought two of them, for 2 very close friends of mine. Am not saying that its a god product, but its good to carry one, its a 55ml can of chilli extract that is 20 times stronger than the ones we use in kitchen, its highly compressed and when sprayed it spreads out and forms a cloud. I sprayed few drops of it on my palm(which is rough) and i could sense the irritation for few minutes, am sure if its ever sprayed on eyes/lips or other soft tissues the victim will run screaming. Do not ask me if i tasted the extract, but all i can tell u is that it was really really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the price, its little over priced at 499Rs, but i think there should be no compromise when it comes to matters of personal safety. The spray is available at Health and Glow in MG Road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-2243773248465435197?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/2243773248465435197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=2243773248465435197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/2243773248465435197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/2243773248465435197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2009/02/pepper-spray-for-women.html' title='Pepper spray for self defense'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-6975854222268257442</id><published>2009-01-18T19:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:17:08.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the fall of mighty KK</title><content type='html'>This blog is about an incident that happened around 3-4 months back. My girlfriend has a scooty pep, I always hated that vehicle 'coz when we were in Chennai, this pep had got me into a lot of trouble from flat-tyres, engine seizure, battery failure, refusal to start for unknown reasons to days when my girl simply forgets "petrol" is necessary for pep to run. And whenever such problems surfaced i had to drag my ass all the way from NM road to Guindy or Adyar. My ideology is non-geared bikes are for girls and sissies, to me riding a pep was not a "man" thing let alone pillion riding it. So she had challenged to take me as a pillion rider and i was able to hold on to that challenge for more than 4 years until that fateful day. On that day, our team in yahoo was celebrating a successful release over some lunch. Needless to say i was having loads of chicken and barrels of beer. Half way through the lunch, someone told me that most of the stuff were old and badly cooked, I didn't care a damn and wiped everything off my plate. Usually bad food affects me only after a day or two, but on that day the beer had accelerated my digestion and i was not feeling very comfortable even while driving back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my desk, i realised that i was having a revolving cubicle, dual screen, and even a dual keyboard..Oh..ohhh it had started, i wanted to puke. Knowing the stench beer+chicken can generate i retired into a loo in breakout area. I puked as discreetly as possible without making much noise, there was some relief, and then i puked, puked and puked again. I got really exhausted and all the memories of college farewell came back to haunt me. I couldn't go back to my cube, what if somebody asks me to explain something?? i may end up puking in their face. So i decided to stay in the loo, but was feeling too giddy to stand up. Flushed the toilet, closed the lid and decided to have a nap. No..its not gross for someone who during his college days had slept and rolled over his friends partially digested chicken rice. This place was spotless and clean for me and i had a goooooood nap. I slept for around 20minutes inside a loo in yahoo egl, by doing so it became the second office to be blessed after HCL in Chennai. As soon as I woke up i decided to go home, and called my girlfriend who was working for netapp in the opposite building. She asked me if i was in any position to drive, i don't remember my answer but am sure it prompted her to bring the vehicle I hate. I dint have much choice than to be a pillion rider. She drove the pep and i don't remember a damn thing that happened on our way, which my girl later exploited to her advantage by claiming i appreciated how safe her driving was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at her home, i drank lots of water and slept for an hour, without realizing the danger of facing one angry little giant. And when i woke up, she was there for me..&lt;br /&gt;and she made me realize how cruel words can be and how harsh ur best buddies can be..sob..sob. Needless to say i had to apologize repeatedly and was prohibited from being anywhere around 100 yards near shops selling liquor for 2 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-6975854222268257442?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/6975854222268257442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=6975854222268257442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6975854222268257442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6975854222268257442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2009/01/mighty-fall-of-kk.html' title='the fall of mighty KK'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-356693571295180736</id><published>2008-11-15T12:30:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:38:18.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yahoo search  - Inquisitor</title><content type='html'>I thought of blo(ra)gging about stuff i like in yahoo search. I admit that, i was an ardent google user for a long-long-long time, even after joining yahoo's search technology. But three recent innovations(1 acquired) at yahoo made me a big fan of yahoo search. I'll discuss them one-by-one. Nowadays am using yahoo search via inquisitor and am not a wee bit disappointed, the results are as accurate as google. Search is all about GIGO, so am sure yahoo will have plans to prune that and as am working in yahoo i can guarantee that there will be many more innovations coming out of yahoo web search in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inquisitor plugin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i use inquisitor i curse myself saying "God why dint i get this idea, it so simple and wellmade". Inquisitor is a plugin available for FF, safari, and ie. I have been using the safari plugin in mac and am pretty impressed. Install this and see the wonders it can do to to your search toolbar on the right-corner of the browser. Inquistor changes ur default search engine to yahoo( u can snap back to google, i'll not explain how). When you type ur quey, a summary of all top results appear in the box, u can read the gist and click the best. The tool has an inbuilt learning algorithm and many more features that can make ur search experience with yahoo better, the more u use it the better it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i was dumbstruck by inquisitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a southafrican woman singer died during a concert in Italy, so i gave the search term in toolbar as "southafrican woman singer dead", bingo the first result was accurate. Google also gives you the same result, but this is much better, i like it this way, i can skim thru the contents and then decide on the page to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next i forgot the name "Russell peters", all i knew was that he is an "indian canadian comedian"..Bingo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next snap is about a technical query, "cd" is an internal command, so u cannot do "sudo cd" in some versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR5_TJXhX2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1SHASVduHfk/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR5_TJXhX2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1SHASVduHfk/s200/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268788580978876258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR6BtfTCtUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nFcEQxN9-PU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR6BtfTCtUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nFcEQxN9-PU/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268791232565523778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR6Ad0t8gxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Vc0eI7JILbY/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR6Ad0t8gxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Vc0eI7JILbY/s200/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268789863925973778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitor can be found here : &lt;A HREF="http://www.inquisitorx.com/safari/index_en.php"&gt;Inquisitor&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-356693571295180736?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/356693571295180736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=356693571295180736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/356693571295180736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/356693571295180736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/11/yahoo-search-rocks-inquisitor.html' title='yahoo search  - Inquisitor'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SR5_TJXhX2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1SHASVduHfk/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-6543822296503235053</id><published>2008-10-13T00:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:58:11.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grudge'/><title type='text'>Deafening silence</title><content type='html'>This silence is really killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad are the weekends when i dnt get to see my girl. I just remain locked inside my apartment. Usually there are two things which prevent me from going insane during such nights. Either the crickets or the noise from my fan. But as my parents were planning to visit me for diwali, i decided to fix the fan, my bad that was one dreadful mistake. On that miserable day, the crickets too had gone on vacation, so there was dead-silence, truly an eerie feeling. I have heard the songs in my system so many times, that now i doubt this practice to be the reason for all the bad-blocks in my HDD. Anyway got fed-up with that, so decided not to listen them, no TV please, nothing good to watch at nite. Back to my problem..this silence..it was deafening, i got up, wanted to tear my face and scream aloud. Hmm, then i got one crazy idea, left the refrigerators' door open for few minutes, closed it and rushed back to my bed..Yahooooooooo!!! now i have someone for company, my refrigerator was speaking to me and i could sleep  with some consolation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-6543822296503235053?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/6543822296503235053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=6543822296503235053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6543822296503235053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6543822296503235053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/10/deafening-silence.html' title='Deafening silence'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-1483596098310372529</id><published>2008-09-21T18:21:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:32:12.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaart zdory'/><title type='text'>Killed my roomies</title><content type='html'>All my roomies were slumbering after a gluttonous friday night. Suddenly a voice in my head told me to do it..yes it was the time,the time for my revenge, the time to knock them off. But why this senseless rage, such a maniacal blood thirst u may ask..whenever i returned home after a tired day in office, they intimidated me. They ganged up and i was all alone against their carnage. I was forced to share my food, clothes even my cot with them..filthy little scourges, enough was enough today was the day..the day of the jackal..my day of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my stereo, and played my favourite playlist, played it real loud. I dint want my neighbours to know what was happening, wanted all the pleasure for myself, the pleasure of seeing my roomies squirming and dying in pain. Searched for my accomplice, it was there, hidden behind a toolbox. I had bought and hid it two days back.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You will pay Dying, One thousand deaths, Searching, Seek and Destroy&lt;/span&gt; brawled Metallica , I took a shot of vodka and sneaked into their room. Bad luck, i was spotted, dint hesitate chased him down and BANG..one down. He runs around in pain and then dies, i stand there laughing..one heck of a start. They easily outnumbered me, i needed a strategy..the strategy..was to force them to come in open, and with no place to hide I could take them down one by one. The very thought of killing them made me happy, it made me feel like having thousand orgasms. Grinning to myself, i started clearing the area. The trap was laid and the assassin was ready. Soon they all started coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bang....bang....feur frei...&lt;/span&gt; Rammstein was screaming in my stereo. Started killing them all..with no guilt, no remorse, die die die my darling. Somebody had surreptitiously crept behind me, "You cant take me down, Iam the last man standing" I said to myself. Rolled quickly to my left, flipped myself and spotted him..he was a fatso, and was not quick in his feets..took my time..raised my hand..a good aim, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shotgun opera lock and load, cock it back and watch it go&lt;/span&gt; sceamed LinkinPark. Go !! Bang, he was dead. Soon i had almost killed all of them, leaving only a few shit scared souls who were holed up inside. I decided to enter their den and take them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three of them were there, I had seen them in the past. Ugly parasites who always took great joy in spoiling my food and mood. Dint want to waste any time..Bang, bang two down one more to go. Moved towards my final target, I could see the fear in his eyes, he was trapped, with nowhere to run he was staring at his death. Point blank..not even a miracle can save you. Say your prayers baby..BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all over, a cold wind blew across the room, as if God wanted to wash away these stains from me, I looked up and started walking back. Broken limbs, bleeding bodies were lying all around me, some of them were still alive going through a slow,painful but sure death. Dint want to ease their pain, dint want to end their suffering just stood there watching but when they tried to crawl away, i made sure they stayed put. The cry of helplessness, the cry seeking mercy, ahhh..it sounded like symphony i broke into a dance..A death dance..Bang!!Bang!!Bang!! i fired several shots into the air and danced till I was tired. I had killed all my roomies and slowly a sense of loneliness crept inside me, i knew the medicine for it..a bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sipping my vodka..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing, with your life..Dead bodies everywhere&lt;/span&gt; sang KoRn..a perfect end i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons used : HIT(More Power). MRP:Rs 49 ; Weight 96g ; Contents : 150ml&lt;br /&gt;Roomies : Cockroaches small and big ones&lt;br /&gt;Area : Kitchen ; &lt;br /&gt;Places they hide : Kitchen utensils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SNZEMFUEUaI/AAAAAAAAADA/pgMdMRebLro/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SNZEMFUEUaI/AAAAAAAAADA/pgMdMRebLro/s400/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248457390122357154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-1483596098310372529?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/1483596098310372529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=1483596098310372529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/1483596098310372529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/1483596098310372529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/09/killed-my-roomies.html' title='Killed my roomies'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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/_GIbrwn3m9dA/SNZEMFUEUaI/AAAAAAAAADA/pgMdMRebLro/s72-c/DSC00931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-3737541898554144243</id><published>2008-09-04T15:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:56:11.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>serrano's work in india</title><content type='html'>i hunted for Serrano's other works and found "Piss Christ", this work of his was widely condemned in US. Was wondering wat wud have happened to Serrano if had attempted the same in India..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some religious clerics would have issued a fatwa against him..&lt;br /&gt;All schools run by the affected community would have shut for a day..&lt;br /&gt;Few public transport buses would have been burnt..&lt;br /&gt;The magazine,media houses that showed his work would have been vandalised..&lt;br /&gt;Few who voice their support stating "artistic freedom" would have email/death/bomb threats..&lt;br /&gt;Innocent souls would have been lost, and seeking revenge may other life/property would have been destroyed, slowly communal violence would have reached epidemic proportions&lt;br /&gt;After this hullabaloo, a commission would be formed to find the culprits and the commission would carry their investigation for 20years only to acquit the real culprits&lt;br /&gt;Few years later some major indian city would witness serial bomb blast seeking revenge for all the communal violence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to consider all this, sorry Serrano i condemn ur creativity :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Serrano : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andres_Serrano&lt;br /&gt;His controversial work : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piss_Christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3737541898554144243?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3737541898554144243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3737541898554144243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3737541898554144243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3737541898554144243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/09/serranos-work-in-india.html' title='serrano&apos;s work in india'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-6051643773368529203</id><published>2008-09-04T14:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:53:56.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I Evil?</title><content type='html'>Iam a huge fan of Metallica's music and was fascinated to read an interesting news about their albums Load and Reload. The cover of Load was created by Andres Serrano, and was called Blood and Semen III. Serrano pressed a mixture of his own semen and bovine blood between sheets of plexiglass. The cover of Reload had Serrano's piss instead of bovine blood. Though this may sound nauseating, i really appreciate it on grounds of creativity, to me its something unique which no one had tried before. When i shared this news with couple of friends they told me that am disturbed, i think not or maybe Iam??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-6051643773368529203?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/6051643773368529203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=6051643773368529203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6051643773368529203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6051643773368529203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-evil.html' title='Am I Evil?'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-6876430799060233534</id><published>2008-08-29T14:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:36:08.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Licence to rape</title><content type='html'>The supreme court of India passed a judgment that reads "No one can rape a woman who appears to be promiscuous or who has lost her virginity". Sounds strange,a civilized country doesn't need such law/judgment. Women should not be treated as objects of fun to quench animal desires and any sane man wouldn't rape a woman. But strange things happen in India and here is the incident which lead to the above said judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahabad High Court passed an acquittal order in favor of a rape accused.Though the trial court had convicted the accused Munshi and another person for the rape of a 17-year old woman, the High Court acquitted the accused persons on the ground that victim was promiscuous in her sexual behavior and had already lost her virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That piece of judgment is total bullshit, just 'coz a woman is promiscuous it doesn't mean that she can be raped. Britney,Lindsay and other top models please stay out of UttatPradesh. What is really strange and shocking to hear is that Highcourt of India's largest/most populous state had made such a decision, in my opinion the supreme court shudn't just stop from passing this judgment but also shud dismiss the dumbheads in Highcourt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-6876430799060233534?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/6876430799060233534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=6876430799060233534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6876430799060233534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6876430799060233534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/08/licence-to-rape.html' title='Licence to rape'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-8815585908827804983</id><published>2008-07-27T22:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:17:19.877+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the great indian road tax</title><content type='html'>Fools are the people who had paid money to book some space in moon, so are many of the Indians who pay a fortune for something which doesnt exist, one such thing which they pay for is road tax, people are taxed for something which doesnt really exist.Here i blog my experience to transfer my vehicle registration from one state to another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my pulsar for 48000 in 2004 in TamilNadu paying a roadtax of 2500. Then when i moved to Karnataka, where the roadtax is higher i was asked to pay the difference in roadtax for which i paid 2530. Then after few months i decided to change my registration to KA(karnataka), for which the first step was to request for change of address, so I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contacted my issuing RTO in chennai for NOC(no objection certificate), bribes were paid. Then i contacted RTO in Karnataka with all the papers, and the road tax was calculated on my purchase value(without any depreciation), so that amounted to around 5k, hence now the difference becomes 2.5k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is 2.5 k in TN , 5K in Karnataka, and may be the same amount again if i move to another state..If i keep changing my jobs moving to different states, i would end up paying the purchase value of my vehicle as road tax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for something which doesnt exist in India..ROADS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-8815585908827804983?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/8815585908827804983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=8815585908827804983' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/8815585908827804983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/8815585908827804983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-indian-road-tax.html' title='the great indian road tax'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-3926124166003105355</id><published>2008-04-29T17:36:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:54:46.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>delhi the rape captial</title><content type='html'>http://in.news.yahoo.com/indianexpress/20080429/r_t_ie_nl_general/tnl-rape-capital-delhi-has-330-cases-in2-aaaedd4_1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article talks about the number of rapes in Delhi since Jan 2008. By April the number of reported cases of molestation and rape is 330. Am sure that in conservative India most of the molestation cases go unreported, so the actual number can be much higher. Psychos have raped even a mentally deranged woman,minors and even a 2.5 year old kid..sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the National Crime Records Bureau’s crime clock for 2004, one rape occurs in India every 29 minutes, one molestation every 15 minutes and one crime committed against women every three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop all these atrocities against woman the only solution would be to legalise prostitution. But I dont think our stupid netas who try to moral police us by banning cheer leaders!!, would ever dare to comment on that let alone implement it..sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3926124166003105355?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3926124166003105355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3926124166003105355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3926124166003105355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3926124166003105355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/04/delhi-rape-captial.html' title='delhi the rape captial'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-4788161272666153454</id><published>2008-04-25T22:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:00:45.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cola wars in IPL</title><content type='html'>The cola wars in IPL is getting interesting day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Its known that pepsi is the onfield sponsor and coke has partenered with set max the broadcaster, so pepsi doesnt get any airtime, other than when the drinks are on the field, but thats not shown coz it is the same time the telecaster breaks for ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is wat i observed in a couple of matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commentator Ranjit Fernando for no reason asked Ian Bishop about diet pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;And on another day, ramiz raja talked about robin jackman drinking pepsi as something very weird to do at around 11 in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Then whenever they show the players, the cameramen also spent some time showing the pepsi drinks can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke would have watched all this, and now whenever they talk/show anything pepsi, the coke tashan mana le ad pops up..Its getting interesting day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i shud say that all those popup ads are very annoying esp the vodafone girl/boy panting/pushing to climb up.&lt;br /&gt;The only channel, where watching cricket is enjoyable/fun is only star network.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-4788161272666153454?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/4788161272666153454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=4788161272666153454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/4788161272666153454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/4788161272666153454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/04/cola-wars-in-ipl.html' title='cola wars in IPL'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-8180054259215246935</id><published>2008-03-13T13:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:01:42.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'>babies charred to death in incubators</title><content type='html'>My personal opinion is there was some kind of scam in procuring these machines. We know that such things can happen in India, where a manufacturer pushes some money to govt officials and therebt makes sure that only his products are purchased by the govt. It has happened in the pharmaceutic business..y not in this case..its really heart-breaking..not for the emotionally shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/hindustantimes/20080313/r_t_ht_nl_general/tnl-2-infants-charred-in-hospital-gadget-7244580_1.html"&gt;http://in.news.yahoo.com/hindustantimes/20080313/r_t_ht_nl_general/tnl-2-infants-charred-in-hospital-gadget-7244580_1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-8180054259215246935?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/8180054259215246935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=8180054259215246935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/8180054259215246935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/8180054259215246935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/03/babies-charred-to-death-in-incubators.html' title='babies charred to death in incubators'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-3060005993795271106</id><published>2008-02-24T00:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:30:51.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Norway from Yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align=center src=http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?user_id=8042955@N07&amp;tags=yahoo frameBorder=0 width=500 scrolling=no text=yes height=500&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3060005993795271106?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3060005993795271106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3060005993795271106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3060005993795271106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3060005993795271106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/02/norway-from-yahoo.html' title='Norway from Yahoo'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-245259789877401</id><published>2008-01-30T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:07:46.197+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a worthy contender for ripleys</title><content type='html'>Here is a strong contender for ripley's believe it or not..&lt;br /&gt;Veerasamy the one man film in which the legendary TR single handedly managed all activities of film making including acting,watching the film,directing,photography,choreogrpahy,*.*graphy,lyrics,lightboy,handling cargo mumtaj..etc etc has completed 100 days in chennai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont believe me..check this from galatta it also serves as a good tutorial for exagerrrrration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tamil.galatta.com/entertainment/livewire/id/Veerasamy_8802.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veerasamy crosses its 100th day in Chennai. The real Veerasamy was very happy and enjoying the moment. T. Rajender, hero of the movie scripted, directed, produced, wielded the camera, penned the lyrics and composed the music for his new film Veerasamy. One can admire TR for his extreme confidence in handling so many responsibilities. Mumtaj, playing the female lead (Sarasu), has done a good job and given a fine performance. In this ,Veerasamy is a criminal lawyer who is never seen in the court but will be fighting, dancing, singing in dream songs with the sex bomb Sarasu. It is a full fledged entertainment film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-245259789877401?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/245259789877401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=245259789877401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/245259789877401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/245259789877401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/01/worthy-contender-for-ripleys.html' title='a worthy contender for ripleys'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-2895968437393273400</id><published>2008-01-21T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:13:37.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Our Chicken little govt</title><content type='html'>In Bangalore. suddenly there was a transport strike(by private cabs i guess). This strike was planned late night on Sunday, so that they can cripple the city on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were reports of cabs being stopped across the city and occupants being forced to disembark.If this is true, then it is a big shame on this govt(well we don't have any currently). The strike was called 'coz the govt had made "speed governator" mandatory in all transport vehicles. What a shame, look at their audacity to challenge the govt, everybody knows that its a weak-kneed chicken that can be bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon there will be a day the govt would enact some tuff laws against terrorism and crime, all the terrorists and dacoits in this country will call for a strike and harm civilians, news channels/papers will scream about this for a day or two, there'll be national debates in all channels,then the govt will tweak the law, in such a manner that it doesnt affect their vote bank.&lt;br /&gt;In the end everybody will be happy, news channels will hop to the next sensational news.Public will be happy that they can walk on roads without getting hurt, dacoits will resume their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the long term misery in glorious India will continue, slowly but steadily am getting sick of this lawless land..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-2895968437393273400?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/2895968437393273400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=2895968437393273400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/2895968437393273400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/2895968437393273400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-little.html' title='Our Chicken little govt'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-7661629555139386501</id><published>2007-12-29T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:08:21.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taare Zameen Par review</title><content type='html'>I had wanted to write some movie review for a long time(i consider myself a connoisseur in this). Let me start this with a decent movie "Taare Zameen Par" review. Having grown with a healthy diet of malayalam movies frankly i dont think that acting in TZP was exceptional..it was brilliant in patches. But what makes this film worth watching is the direction and the approach to explain something like dyslexia to "Indian" audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Aamir for making such a novel movie, while most of his contemporaries churn out dud box-office hits, this guy stands apart, he seems to be the only person in the entire Indian film industry who is really concerned about our society..RDB,Taare Zameen Par..In this film the effort that he takes to explain what is dyslexia and the difference between mentally-challenged and dyslexic child is amazing..the flow of events is "crafted to perfection" without being preachy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having brought up in the Indian education system, i can clearly understand how tuff it would be for a dyslexic child, its all about marks/ranks here.Even today our top management institutes require 99.9%ile and that too from one of the toughest entrance exams in the world..So it is a "must-watch" for all Indian parents and they should know there is something called dyslexia, how diff it is from retardness and how those special children have to be dealt with..I say this 'coz many of my colleagues dint know about dyslexia..SO ALL OF U ZIIIMBBBLY GO AND WAATTTCHHHH ITTTT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;The mother in the movie, watches a video of her child, and when the video ends we see "white grains" on the TV, this can happen only if there is no signal and not when u watch using AV.&lt;br /&gt;I was like the physically challenged boy in the boarding school(as in movie), in the sense i knew that whatever i was learning was crap but still scored high marks. This continued till college, only diff being that the latter dint happen in college :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-7661629555139386501?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/7661629555139386501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=7661629555139386501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/7661629555139386501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/7661629555139386501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/12/taare-zameen-par-review.html' title='Taare Zameen Par review'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-8994148367789150142</id><published>2007-12-16T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:46:58.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No more Che for me....</title><content type='html'>I claim to be a big fan of Che, my fav posession my bike is named after him, several Che t-shirts, wall papers and whenever some ignorant minds ask "who is he?" I take time to lecture about him. It is very much true that I get inspired by his words "Die standing than living on your knees". But if i sit back and think for a while, i feel ashamed that i had used him as an inspiration to achieve personal goals, some simple things like raising my voice against oppressive managers, questioning some company policies&amp;decisions, instigating and always speaking for my friends..many friends of mine had worked like dogs to appease their managers to win a trip to some foreign land..I can never do that, if i do that i cannot see myself in the mirror next day..But again i regret that all my heroism was for some personal gains, I had never stood up against any oppression in my day-to-day life..Atrocities,corruption,traffic violations..happen around me and I turn a blind-eye and move on as if nothing had happened..Here are some of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Been to several shops which employ child labour&lt;br /&gt;2.Grew up paying bribes, latest was for my house registration&lt;br /&gt;3.Spoken and seen drug peddlers selling drugs&lt;br /&gt;4.Had seen several instances of drunken driving, and had never filed a complaint.&lt;br /&gt;5.Always bribed traffic sergeants whenever i broke a rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me..I had never stood for anybody who cannot fight for themselves, if i see an instance of child labour, i just want to fight against it but there are several things stopping me..my career, security of my dear ones,..it has always been me..me..me..I cannot be a true fan of Che and his ideals if i cannot emulate him in any form..if i dont then there is no difference between me and one scum who when asked about Che on his tee claimed him to be a rock star !!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today I have decided to Complain/Protest against child labour in any form.&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions against paying bribes cannot be kept in India :((((((((((((((((((((.&lt;br /&gt;Until I stand-up for someone in my society..no more preaching about Che&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-8994148367789150142?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/8994148367789150142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=8994148367789150142' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/8994148367789150142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/8994148367789150142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-more-che-for-me.html' title='No more Che for me....'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-3993402090516620774</id><published>2007-11-21T23:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:23:32.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TV/Movies and how they affect my thinking??</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of things which i observed last week..little too much..gindly borgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In DD's 4th umpire show, the LCD TV behind the host showing "Philips fourth umpire" is LG :)&lt;br /&gt;2. In "idea ad", abishek gets a call from a number. The number belongs to the old man who is shown fixing a name plate(his own number)&lt;br /&gt;3. In reliance ad, a boy jumps even before the ball hits the wicket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These observations are due to the fact that DD shows lots&amp;lots&amp;lots of ads and very less 5ball over cricket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I saw a man, who had no left arm and a broken right leg while travelling in my bike. I strongly feel that this guy was either&lt;br /&gt;a history sheeter or victim of some rowdism..this may be due to the fact that i watched all 3 bourne series for ?? time last weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3993402090516620774?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3993402090516620774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3993402090516620774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3993402090516620774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3993402090516620774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/11/tvmovies-and-how-they-affect-my.html' title='TV/Movies and how they affect my thinking??'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-3454469680571477032</id><published>2007-11-21T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:08:55.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dhoni's hairstyle</title><content type='html'>Recently there was lot of media coverage about Dhoni changing his hairstyle.Fans(Prez Mush??) were worried that Dhoni had cut his hair on Deepika's advice. But friends we gotta understand the economics behind this change, I wonder if any media had guessed the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we see a lot of ads with Dhoni look-alikes(eg say the tic-tac) ad. I mean u see its easy to be a Dhoni look like, long hair + straightening the same would do it. Now imagine the plight of sponsors who pay crores to Dhoni for endorsements, obviously they would have been pissed off on seeing others doing it cheaply with look-alikes...Thus proved..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3454469680571477032?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3454469680571477032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3454469680571477032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3454469680571477032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3454469680571477032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/11/dhonis-hairstyle.html' title='Dhoni&apos;s hairstyle'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-3899738972865107243</id><published>2007-11-19T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:43:10.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeh India ka traffic hein DUDE !!</title><content type='html'>This is a very narrow turning near my house, the place adjacent to this no parking zone is a very busy hotel, believe me i had around 5-6 fotos of different vehicles parked in this no parking area and one of them was a traffic seargeant's bike..lost them all with my old mob..Two of them which i had transfered to my PC are below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/R0CHbDyTaSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JhBo6wz6ErE/s1600-h/04082007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/R0CHbDyTaSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JhBo6wz6ErE/s320/04082007(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134252474144876834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/R0CG8TyTaRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XqArVxMKo54/s1600-h/04082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIbrwn3m9dA/R0CG8TyTaRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XqArVxMKo54/s320/04082007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134251945863899410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3899738972865107243?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3899738972865107243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3899738972865107243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3899738972865107243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3899738972865107243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeh-india-ka-traffic-hein-dude.html' title='Yeh India ka traffic hein DUDE !!'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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/_GIbrwn3m9dA/R0CHbDyTaSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JhBo6wz6ErE/s72-c/04082007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-1036996837141848079</id><published>2007-10-10T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:32:51.007+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Road accidents in India</title><content type='html'>NDTV had some interesting statistics about road accidents in India.&lt;br /&gt;Number of deaths due to road accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - 92,618&lt;br /&gt;2005 - 94,968&lt;br /&gt;2007 - 90,000+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are true statistics from Indian Govt according to NDTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its 90K/year then it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90,000/(365*24) = 10persons/hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means 1 person dies every 6minutes on Indian roads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big shame. Its high time since we had tougher laws and better roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big reason behind all the road-rage incidents in India(like a biker beat a pedestrian to death) are BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD Roads and poor traffic management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam planning to post a series of photos/videos about some one of the worst planning done in Bangalore and how it has aggravated traffic chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-1036996837141848079?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/1036996837141848079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=1036996837141848079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/1036996837141848079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/1036996837141848079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/10/road-accidents-in-india.html' title='Road accidents in India'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-3862062659592146213</id><published>2007-09-18T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:47:57.024+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things that made an impact - Week 37</title><content type='html'>LIC housing finance in bangalore uses Redhat Linux/Open office. A good cost cutting measure to save expenses of MS office and Windows products.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go..Chak de India !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV - Advetisement - HeroHonda(Naye Indian Ki nayi josh)&lt;br /&gt;The theme was good, a young Indian rejects an offer from US. Shouts "Mein aa raha hoon India" . But in the process he tears his offer letter and litters Indian roads.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie - Chak de India&lt;br /&gt;India plays England and the english coach is baffled and asks his players to spot and attack the player "Deedee". Gave me goosebumps dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route Banasawadi to Marathahalli via ORR to Nokia&lt;br /&gt;Distance : 15 kms&lt;br /&gt;Time     : 1 hour and 37minutes(This is Bangalore,India)&lt;br /&gt;Reason   : Moderate to Heavy Rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3862062659592146213?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3862062659592146213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3862062659592146213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3862062659592146213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3862062659592146213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-made-impact-week-37.html' title='Things that made an impact - Week 37'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-5063062810061413182</id><published>2007-07-15T15:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:19:49.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IT in India</title><content type='html'>Today I came to my real estate agent's office to sign my new rent agreement and his Windows 98 had fucked him again.&lt;br /&gt;He lost all his agreements/rentals/contacts, it simply refused to boot. He asked my help and I said that it needed&lt;br /&gt;re-installation(was a hardware guru during college days :p ). Then he called a local computer specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and changed the boot priority , tightend the data cables, rebooted 4 times and ended up saying something&lt;br /&gt;of which I could understand only "reinstall". Then came the biggest joke the agent asked the service charge and the&lt;br /&gt;specialist said Rs350/-. Knowing I was overhearing them the specialist couldnt resist a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Rs350 for pirated Windows98..I was happy that my overcharging agent was royally fucked.Thanks Microsoft !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-5063062810061413182?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/5063062810061413182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=5063062810061413182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/5063062810061413182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/5063062810061413182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-in-india.html' title='IT in India'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-1592487274063132975</id><published>2007-07-15T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:18:38.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Transexuals and Bangalore traffic signals</title><content type='html'>Traffic in Bangalore is horrible&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Jams in Bangalore is horrible&lt;br /&gt;Traffic pollution at signals is horrible&lt;br /&gt;Now Bangaloreans, gear up for the most horrible thing..&lt;br /&gt;For the last two days I was harassed by eunuchs while waiting at Marthahalli ring road signal.&lt;br /&gt;I had to shell Rs10/day else they threatened to hurl abuses. I bet Rs 10 is much a lesser amount to save from the&lt;br /&gt;ignominy of being insulted in public. I have nothing against transexuals but when they use it to harass you then..&lt;br /&gt;Today i was really pissed off so I launched a complaint to the traffic sergeant and to my surprise he was not only&lt;br /&gt;polite(Geez...this is India u cant expect such things) but immediately ordered his sub-ordinate to warn them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets wait and watch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-1592487274063132975?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/1592487274063132975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=1592487274063132975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/1592487274063132975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/1592487274063132975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/07/transexuals-and-bangalore-traffic.html' title='Transexuals and Bangalore traffic signals'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-5213450674269932063</id><published>2007-06-17T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:58:09.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>veri bunny jong..</title><content type='html'>As usual I was working hard(WFH ofcourse..India Shining), but the dasaavadani in me processed this input from TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film : Veerachamy&lt;br /&gt;Mumtaz sings..&lt;br /&gt;"slimaga idupa nanum vachrken    (My hips are slim)&lt;br /&gt;karumbaga odamba nanum vachrken" (My body like a sugarcane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enna koduma saravanan ithu..The atrocity of these lyrics forced me to post it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-5213450674269932063?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/5213450674269932063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=5213450674269932063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/5213450674269932063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/5213450674269932063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/veri-bunny-jong.html' title='veri bunny jong..'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-3581945715022890943</id><published>2007-06-11T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:02:14.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>why people smile</title><content type='html'>Phew..Finally am flying home :) last few days were really llllooooonnnngggg. I never thought travelling alone to US can be so tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;Not boring though, I never get bored ..&lt;br /&gt;So here Iam at Heathrow wating for my flight to Bangalore with more than six hours of transit time What do I write about..Hmm..perhaps about the most important observation of this trip :p .&lt;br /&gt;Observation:&lt;br /&gt;Whenver an European/American comes out of a lavatory in a plane he smiles at the next person in queue.&lt;br /&gt;But I have observed that the asians were not quite comfortable in doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Though there is nothing wrong in exchaning a pleasant smile, but why while coming out of a lavatory ?&lt;br /&gt;There were three different kinds of smiles and here are the hidden reasons behind those smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.Big Relief smile - Hope u understand how happy u feel to let it all go after patiently waiting in a long queue with a conscious and hard effort of not polluting the env and napalming people in the flight and hence the smile.&lt;br /&gt;b.Save me smile - Some people did it to save the embarassement. May be they were embarassed that the people waiting outside might have heard all the strange noises that they made inside, may be they thought their pugnacious substance leaked out of the lavatory..whatever..hence the smile&lt;br /&gt;c.Killer smile - I observed that very few people gave this smile, this cannot be classified as smile but something like a villainous grin. It conveyed this, just go inside, this is how hell smells. Enjoy the ma wondefrful aroma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why dint the asians smile? May be they don’t give a shit about anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-3581945715022890943?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/3581945715022890943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=3581945715022890943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3581945715022890943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/3581945715022890943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/phew.html' title='why people smile'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-6081119551718533680</id><published>2007-05-14T02:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:27:52.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things that bothered me</title><content type='html'>Ever since I made my home completely wireless(broadband ofcourse) I had made a resolution to blog heavliy. So here is the first post after that resolution. As I am sitting at my home at aroung 2am at night waiting for a cab to take me bangalore internation airport(yeah, am shipping upto Boston) there were three things that grabbed my attention and I would like to share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Times Of India had an article about Mayawati's electoral victory and some inside news about her new cabinet. Here is how the article ended. Mr X(Brahmin), Mr Y(dalit) Mr Z(muslim) Mr L(OBC). This happens to the biggest state in my country...a shame..the true indian is hoping to see an article that would end like Cabinet ministers , Mr X(Business Admin) , Mr Y(Law)....Hmmm..Its probably the time and long wait that is making me to blabber something like this..distant distant distant dissstttttaaaaaannnnt dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dayanidhi Maaran quits as cabinet minister. One of the five best ministers has quit his post. Reason : Family feud and dirty politics ; But it is the nation and my state thats gonna suffer.. very bad and am really ashamed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use ur google account for blogger, when did they do this. Ok..ok am not from Mars. But now imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Google knows what u search -&gt; google&lt;br /&gt;The people who u know         -&gt; orkut&lt;br /&gt;The videos u watch/make     -&gt; youtube&lt;br /&gt;Ur thoughts                              -&gt; blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-6081119551718533680?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/6081119551718533680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=6081119551718533680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6081119551718533680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/6081119551718533680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-that-bothered-me.html' title='Things that bothered me'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-115953571931583262</id><published>2006-09-29T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:45:19.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad'saw' Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4124993674468366412&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;a film by kottivakkam guys&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-115953571931583262?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/115953571931583262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=115953571931583262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/115953571931583262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/115953571931583262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/09/badsaw-boy.html' title='Bad&apos;saw&apos; Boy'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-115918010114920302</id><published>2006-09-25T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:58:21.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alapauthey</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-1018351141996722779&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:300px; height:243px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;a film by kotivakam gangsters&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-115918010114920302?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/115918010114920302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=115918010114920302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/115918010114920302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/115918010114920302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/09/alapauthey.html' title='Alapauthey'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-115917993350707434</id><published>2006-09-25T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:55:33.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pandi's Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6605245567640609916&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:300px; height:243px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;a documentary by kotivakam reformists&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-115917993350707434?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/115917993350707434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=115917993350707434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/115917993350707434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/115917993350707434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/09/pandis-death.html' title='Pandi&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114908011484007836</id><published>2006-05-31T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:38:21.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Che's revolutionary picture</title><content type='html'>I was really surprised when I read this, thought of sharing it with you folks..&lt;br /&gt;This is the original picture of Che shot by Alberto korda, which was released only 7 years after Che's death. Here his eyes are clearly focused on the area in front of him and one can easily spot the distinct strain in the eyes which says that he is worried.&lt;br /&gt;This foto was taken while he was attending a funeral and hence the worry.&lt;br /&gt;Know more about this legend from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Che_Guevera"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Che_Guevera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/originalpic-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/originalpic-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the modified picture, which was done by Fitzpatrick. If you notice the eyes, one can identify the small but significant modification. Here he looks like a revolutionary staring into the distant future, one who is ready to take up anything by its horns. This was later coupled with&lt;br /&gt;red-communist background made it a symbol of youth and revolution. Even today it continues to inspire millions of people around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Modified picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/che_mod-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/che_mod-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, now here is an individual who looks like Che&lt;br /&gt;No comments..please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Che reincarnated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Kk%20ala%20che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Kk%20ala%20che.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114908011484007836?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114908011484007836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114908011484007836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114908011484007836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114908011484007836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/05/ches-revolutionary-picture.html' title='Che&apos;s revolutionary picture'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114769692149998509</id><published>2006-05-15T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:52:09.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Our great munnar trip</title><content type='html'>Last week we went for a trip to Munnar and had three days of&lt;br /&gt;non-stop fun. As some of my friends are flying abroad Lk&lt;br /&gt;desparately wanted  to plan a trip. Thanks to him for this excellent&lt;br /&gt;outing. Our 3day package included..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;* LK and Mathi's non stop Mokkai&lt;br /&gt;* Pandi simulating chernobyl in munnar( Courtesy:Bad tummy)&lt;br /&gt;* Sriram's resurgence from hibernation&lt;br /&gt;* Ever-cool Shanky and the Ever-cranky TSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Here are the fotos from our trip ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially the guards at this tea-estate allowed us to take pictures,&lt;br /&gt;but he soon got fed-up with our zany poses and asked us to&lt;br /&gt;vacate immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/tea-estate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/tea-estate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite pictures, It is called TopStation.&lt;br /&gt;And this particular place is 3-4 km from topstation, we were&lt;br /&gt;the only people who went beyond Topstation 'coz the path&lt;br /&gt;downhill was rugged and had an entry fee of Rs15/-.We had&lt;br /&gt;a panoramic view of the mountains. But the journey back(uphill)&lt;br /&gt;beat the heck out of us. Only, on seeing a bunch of North Indian&lt;br /&gt;girls, we got rejuvenated and made it to the top of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral:Good looking girls are the best motivators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/superb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/superb.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are image-conscious,stylish friends TSB and shanky&lt;br /&gt;Here they teach you how to prick ur nose in panache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/TSB&amp;shanky.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/TSB%26shanky.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;# 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LK, the binding force of our gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He is happily married but still he finds time for his friends, here he poses with this expected child( has been pregnant for the last two years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/LK3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/LK3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Iam@ the extreme right with my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puny little friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/KK%20and%20his%20ouny%20friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/KK%20and%20his%20ouny%20friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LK again, killing a dead man in his grave.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOMBING A CORPSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Lk-grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Lk-grave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114769692149998509?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114769692149998509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114769692149998509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114769692149998509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114769692149998509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-great-munnar-trip.html' title='Our great munnar trip'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114769121817626369</id><published>2006-05-15T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:25:08.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DUDDITS aka TSB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/TSB.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/TSB.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please refrain yourself from laughing..&lt;br /&gt;He is our mentally retarded friend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUDDITS aka TSB from TCS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the happiness in those gleaming eyes, though&lt;br /&gt;they are mentally challenged God has gifted them the&lt;br /&gt;sense of finding joy even from the simplest things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My other retarded friends :(( ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sriram from Verizon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Sriram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Sriram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandi from Infosys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/pandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/pandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114769121817626369?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114769121817626369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114769121817626369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114769121817626369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114769121817626369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/05/duddits-aka-tsb.html' title='DUDDITS aka TSB'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114736573944440164</id><published>2006-05-11T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:19:00.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thala pol varuma</title><content type='html'>Being a hardcore Ganguly fan, I just can't resist posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf2HH6IV7Y4&amp;search=tamil"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf2HH6IV7Y4&amp;amp;search=tamil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago the Indian cricket board came down heavily on Sehwag for saying "Sometimes we miss Ganguly". I wonder why our cricket board is very keen in gagging anyone who speaks in favour of the former captain. First it was Harbhajan, and now its Sehwag the vice captain who has been asked to shut-up. I agree that Ganguly never had the genius of Sachin nor the perfect technique of Dravid. But he always played with a never-say-die attitude. He was the one who lead the historic Natwest runchase with his 48 ball 60 and he even fought back(in vain) chasing a mammoth australian score in WC finals. And when the entire Australia was preparing for some chin-music against India he cracked a brilliant 148 and set the tempo for the test series in australia which India drew for the first time. Any article about Sourav would be incomplete without mentioning his daring payback at Lords. Former cricketers, commentators, cricket pundits and almost everybody criticized it heavily, but where were these experts when Flintoff did the same act Wankhede stadium in Mumbai. It inded was a daring payback by our Dada. I simply admire his ability to bounce back when everybody writes him off, I admire him for his agressiveness, he really was the one who can be called the "Thala". Its a pity that there is no one in the current Indian team who has the agression,panache to be called the THALA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you Dada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114736573944440164?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114736573944440164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114736573944440164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114736573944440164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114736573944440164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/05/thala-pol-varuma.html' title='Thala pol varuma'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114561258611283415</id><published>2006-04-21T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:15:26.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Our spoof on thalapathi</title><content type='html'>Produced by a cluster of highly bored, heavily boozed creative minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7666193790828066040&amp;pl=true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7666193790828066040&amp;amp;pl=true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114561258611283415?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114561258611283415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114561258611283415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114561258611283415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114561258611283415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-spoof-on-thalapathi.html' title='Our spoof on thalapathi'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114553062011363098</id><published>2006-04-20T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:27:00.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weird photo-1</title><content type='html'>Something is definitely wrong here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Image(226).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Image%28226%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114553062011363098?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114553062011363098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114553062011363098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114553062011363098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114553062011363098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-photo-1.html' title='Weird photo-1'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114553041798185896</id><published>2006-04-20T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:23:37.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My second award @ ech.si.el</title><content type='html'>Here Iam, posing happily for my SPARC award.&lt;br /&gt;This year has been good so far and I have been getting a lot of fresh ideas, recognitions..be it related to my project,  or my experiments with bluetooth, or my career plan..&lt;br /&gt;I hope this good-run continues for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/King-KK&amp;SPARC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/King-KK%26SPARC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture was taken when I was recognised for my siginificant contribution to a particular Cisco switch platform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114553041798185896?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114553041798185896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114553041798185896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114553041798185896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114553041798185896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-second-award-echsiel.html' title='My second award @ ech.si.el'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114552689756633607</id><published>2006-04-20T15:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:17:05.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TSB's stellar performance</title><content type='html'>TSB's stellar performance as jijukaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4665386694298997528"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4665386694298997528&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jijukaan - TSB&lt;br /&gt;The 'two' go-happy thugs - Pandi and mokkai maaran&lt;br /&gt;Good lookin thug - KK&lt;br /&gt;Surya - Soundararajan&lt;br /&gt;Roshni - Kannan&lt;br /&gt;Camera + Special effects - HellKay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114552689756633607?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114552689756633607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114552689756633607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114552689756633607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114552689756633607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/tsbs-stellar-performance.html' title='TSB&apos;s stellar performance'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114467482658394682</id><published>2006-04-10T18:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:27:55.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The mercury Sanis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Mrcury-sanians.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Mrcury-sanians.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jilebi Shankar, TSB, Sallu, Seraramy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114467482658394682?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114467482658394682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114467482658394682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467482658394682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467482658394682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/mercury-sanis.html' title='The mercury Sanis'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114467493412820048</id><published>2006-04-10T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:26:45.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Badras</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSB Before treatement Badra's: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Batras-before.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Batras-before.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSB post-treatement Badra's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Batras-after.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Batras-after.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Batras-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114467493412820048?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114467493412820048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114467493412820048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467493412820048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467493412820048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/badras.html' title='The Badras'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114467478238675003</id><published>2006-04-10T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:22:35.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spot-the-crook(Clue:The middle one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Spot-the-crook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Spot-the-crook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114467478238675003?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114467478238675003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114467478238675003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467478238675003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467478238675003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/spot-crookcluethe-middle-one.html' title='Spot-the-crook(Clue:The middle one)'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-114467470125755632</id><published>2006-04-10T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:26:30.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dying Malaria-Pandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How malaria kills Pandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Malaria-killing-pandi.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Malaria-killing-pandi.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pandi Half-dead.. Reason Malaria :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/Dying%20pandi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/Dying%20pandi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-114467470125755632?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/114467470125755632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=114467470125755632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467470125755632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/114467470125755632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/04/dying-malaria-pandi.html' title='Dying Malaria-Pandi'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-113699263698152009</id><published>2006-01-11T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:47:16.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ilayathalapthy's flag on Moon ??##!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/image00397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/image00397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the latest controversy to hit the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was US flag the first one to be hoisted on the moon ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia has published some pictures, which they had apparently hacked from NASA repository, this shows Neil Armstrong with some elusive, unidentifiable flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has lead to questions on Armstrong's nationality, who has been accused for promoting his own interests ahead of billions of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the attachment for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news for Michael Collins, is that this picture reveals the fact that he infact made it to the surface of the moon breaking the cooked-up story that he was circling around the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will NASA come out with the answers ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-113699263698152009?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/113699263698152009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=113699263698152009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/113699263698152009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/113699263698152009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2006/01/ilayathalapthys-flag-on-moon.html' title='Ilayathalapthy&apos;s flag on Moon ??##!!'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-112689278051760139</id><published>2005-09-16T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:16:20.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A drab story from KK's desk</title><content type='html'>I got up early today, it was the most important day in my life I had an important date to keep. I jumped out of my bed, brushed my teeth and dashed to have a good shower. I spent an hour trying to choose a good attire. Various thoughts were running in my mind, should I put on my formals? No…no she may think that am too conservative. What about the Metallica tee-shirt the one which she raved about.. Suddenly I heard the beep of my mobile, I knew that it was her.  She hinted that she was wearing a white chudi today. The message was clear she wanted me to come in my favorite white tee-shirt. Having dressed up for the occasion I wanted to rehearse for one last time, it was my zillionth rehearsal but still I couldn’t get the right flow of words.. I heard someone saying "Man you’ll screw it up for sure" , I turned around hastily to make sure all my friends were asleep and they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I was staring blankly at the mirror for a long time, the alarm of my watch shook me to reality and I realized that I was late. I dint want to disappoint her.. I ran down the stairs, kicked my bike, waited impatiently at the signals, sped, raced through streets and vehicles and reached our venue on time. For the first time in my life I was punctual and this is the first and best change a girl can bring into any lazy-ass. I waited patiently in my bike and then she came like a pleasant breeze, she was unusually beautiful that day. She waved at me and I hardly squeezed a smile out of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               We decided to chat over a cup of coffee; she ordered coffee mocha for her and me some crap which I don’t remember. We talked about music, films, everything from Chinese economy to US and Iraq. What was happening to me? I was blabbering some useless shit. I said to myself act like a man say those magical words. The plan was simple but it’s the execution that squeezes the heck out of you..My hands were trembling with fear finally I mustered some courage and said “I have something important to tell you” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There are times in life when you would love to kill some of your useless friends, it was one such friend of mine who was calling me on my mobile , I switched off my mobile and looked at her, wait a minute.. what the heck happened all my zillion rehearsals went in vain. And she casually asked “Are you allright”. Only girls have mastered the art of asking the wrong questions at the wrong place and they do it with ease.“Yeah.. Iam, this place is kinda stuffy lets get out of here” I grappled.&lt;br /&gt;               From there we went to a restaurant, it was a wonderful place with beautiful chandeliers, the whole place had some kind of seraphic aroma. We went and sat in a beautiful table that had a lit candle in it. On the whole it was a perfect place for amateurs like me. I had no appetite for big food after all that wasn’t my mission of the day, so I placed the orders quickly I just wanted the guy to get the heck out of our table. She was looking gorgeous in that candle light, she was at her cutest best. &lt;br /&gt;               I took one deep breath and touched her, holding her hands in mine and with lots of passion in my heart I said  “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sparkle in her eyes the Juliet in our play replied “Perfect!! Perfect !! That’s how our English professor wanted it to be”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-112689278051760139?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/112689278051760139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=112689278051760139' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112689278051760139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112689278051760139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2005/09/drab-story-from-kks-desk.html' title='A drab story from KK&apos;s desk'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513851.post-112689184729571735</id><published>2005-09-16T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:05:26.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What the heck ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/1600/thiru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/1187/320/thiru.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says..&lt;br /&gt;Thol.Thirumavalavan(a budding politician from TamilNadu), is the saviour of TAMIL.&lt;br /&gt;Little incorrectly though.&lt;br /&gt;No comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-112689184729571735?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/112689184729571735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=112689184729571735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112689184729571735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112689184729571735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-heck.html' title='What the heck ?'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-112488180518772383</id><published>2005-08-24T16:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:12:03.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dizzying heighs of sycophancy</title><content type='html'>I would like to share something about sycophancy and its dizzying heights in our sociey. Last month there was a rally organised by a"wannabe" politician turned actor from the tamil tinselworld.The purpose of the rally ?Well, nothing it was a just a show of strength to his political adversaries or call it a sleazy tactic to attract allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, common citizens were the real victims on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rally was from Vadapalani, one of the busiest places in Chennai to Velachery, the residence of "Lion??" of south.The fucking rally had a fleet of cars , pack of auto-rickshaws, herds and herds of dumb-ass supportes.All of them were driving at a frenetic pace shouting slogans in favour of their leader with almost no concern about others.Needless to say, they were under heavy influence of alcohol. I was horrified on seeing how a mob could create such a public nuisanceon a large scale, with full protection from the police force. There was a school-going girl in her rickety bicyclewho almost fell in front of a van which was carrying his useless scum of supporters. What would have happened if the girl had fallenprey to all this mayhem, Who would answer the family's emotional pressure? Their Leader..Nay he is not the omni-potent as his followers believe.  The question is why do people go to such extremes to show their loyalty and that too at the cost of general public's covenience.The most horrenduous crime was that hundreds of people had thronged the streets to have a glimpse of this revoluionary leader(well thats how his fucking supporters call him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shed some light on the achievements of the actor, well I do agree that he has quite a good number of hits under his belt and a sizeable fan-following(I belive they are blind), but nowadays he has grown very senile and can no longer compete with new,fresh,vibrant and talented youngsters, moreover all his 6 recent films not only bombed but atom-bombed at the box-office. So what else a popular Indian who has lost on all quarters do? He seeks asylum either in the dirty pool of politics or starts an ashram in the name of good.And thats exactly what he has done, he has capitalised on the belief of millions of his fans. They simply believe that as he had always helped the poor and downtrodden in his films(he always acts in those kind of roles) he would definetly do good to the society.(how can they be so whimsical??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short all his supporters, and he himself deserve to be hanged in public for all the mayhem,chaos and cacaphony which unfolded on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is that he has been acting in films for the past 25 years and has not learnt how to stage a comback after a string of flops. And now we have a mob of jerks who expect him to guide us ??. They were even raising slogans hailing him as the next President of India..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God save our society from such unscrupulous, nescient leaders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-112488180518772383?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/112488180518772383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=112488180518772383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112488180518772383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112488180518772383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2005/08/dizzying-heighs-of-sycophancy.html' title='Dizzying heighs of sycophancy'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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-14513851.post-112142957401021940</id><published>2005-07-15T17:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:40:57.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We are slaves</title><content type='html'>Do you believe that we are independent? No, I don’t think so..we are still slaves. Iam just trying to find the root cause of our economic and socio-economic dependence towards the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During good old British Raj Lord Macaulay introduced modern education system in India with the aim of training the Indians to do some low-end paper work in British administration. In this way the British could nullify the expense of bringing trained workers from England, now 57 years after independence we are doing the same in MNC's. Our masters train us to run test scripts, fix bugs, and we the "coding coolies" do all kind of patch up work. In short they lick us into shape so that we lick their boots in return. All kind of sustenance jobs are out-sourced to third-world countries and we are quiet contend with what we are asked to. They pump-up their economy by venturing into new kind of technologies where as the young, vibrant engineers here are forced to wipe the shit out of their code. Why dont we explore the new frontiers of technology, because we are afraid of failures. So we restrain in all that we do and do only what we are told to do. Ramco is possibly the only Indian company, which has developed a global software product and the failure of its ERP product has browbeat other Indian IT giants. It is the fear of such failures that has curbed our economic growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indian software industry is booming" its the most popular cliche that we hear nowadays. There are currently more than 6 million software professionals in India and every year more than 300,000 fresh and vibrant minds are forced to join this bandwagon which is heading nowhere. We are forced to work as slaves, people toil hard, work late nights just to cool their boss’ ass in the US, we have this deep fear within hence we refuse to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every Indian student is bitten by the MS bug, but the pity is we have our own IITs in our backyard which offer much better programs and career opportunities. Its a shame on us that we ignore our own IITs. The reason is, anything Indian is considered bad and dirty here, from chocolates to education. Such an inferiority complex has been hard-wired into our memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things?&lt;br /&gt;We want foreign TVs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported ?. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we stop looking-up like slaves and be bold in our deeds and words there will be no great improvement in this soil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513851-112142957401021940?l=psychicindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/feeds/112142957401021940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14513851&amp;postID=112142957401021940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112142957401021940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14513851/posts/default/112142957401021940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychicindian.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-are-slaves.html' title='We are slaves'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839139160942510665</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></feed>
