<?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-7293478975162277287</id><updated>2011-09-03T18:35:35.036+05:30</updated><category term='love yourself'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='Life'/><category term='movies'/><category term='mr darcy'/><category term='start'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='death'/><category term='loving you'/><category term='Bruce'/><category term='break ups'/><category term='missing you'/><category term='rape perverts'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='dumped men'/><category term='proposal Taj'/><category term='understanding'/><title type='text'>My little thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>What you find here are strictly my thoughts. There are chances of u agreeing to what I say or disagree completely. You can drop in your opinion. Have a good day and thanks for visiting!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-788391827726193651</id><published>2011-02-19T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:06:22.351+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal Taj'/><title type='text'>Easily the best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;It was supposed to be a normal meet with my better half(officially in few months)/ best friend/partner in crime/ greatest admirer/worst critic, I guess you get the picture. 'Lets just meet for lunch' at least that was what he told me. He just asked me to come in my best outfit. The mistake I did was tell my sweet mum about this and no matter whichever salwar I wore, my mum thought it was too 'ordinary'. After minutes of screaming,changing a  few times and lots of cajoling later she made me wear a salwar which I had hidden away in the deep corners of my cupboard. I just felt it was too grand to wear on that particular day. Well you know about Mothers they indeed have a way and if all ways fail then they have the emotional black mail! So finally I gave in to my mum's compulsion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;We were to meet at Coffee day , Nugambakkam around at ten. I took a bus, a train and auto from my place. He calls my place as 'The Village'. I refer to my place as 'Mini Singapore'. Oh the fights we have had regarding the same reason! They were real sweet ones now when I look back at them.Okay, Okay I always digress from the main topic so lets get back. During the bus journey, in filmy style my dupatta flew and fell on a man's face who I am sure had a bad day cos he gave me such a scowl. So much for film scenes. In movies they show how mesmerized the guy will stand , well it works only in movies!  Hmph! So I reach at the location in one piece. Yes! I say in one piece cos the auto driver thought he was some F1 racer caught in the wrong job. I tipped him well (something which I do not do that often) and prayed for the safety of his next customer for the day.I walked towards the place where my love was waiting for me. He seemed to be at ease in grey pants and a blue shirt with shades of white. He was surprised seeing my outfit just as I had dreaded. He gave me one of his beautiful smiles. Oh yes! He has a collection of smiles and I might someday write a post on his different smiles. So there I sat opposite him and he complimented me saying I look very beautiful. Yeah! Yeah, I was flying, no denial about that. And I silently thanked my mum. Friends, next time your mum says something, fight with her like a mad dog but end of the day listen to her cos it really helps! Saying that let me continue, we were then distracted by the entry of 3 tourist women along with a very cute baby. After admiring the baby for a while we ordered for my favorite drink; Tropical Iceberg. Then he asked me where can we go for lunch. He gave me two options, after confusing him and changing my mind about a couple of times we finally decided and opted for The Taj Coromandel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I shall be honest, it is my first time to a 5 star luxury hotel and oh I just loved it. I could see my own reflection on the floor. The ambiance was just so beautiful and romantic. I had a feeling that my hair was all messed up after the travel I did so I went to the restroom. Trust me folks, I still remember how the restroom looks, divine! I know I must be the first person in history to describe a restroom in such a way but no hiding the truth.There were flowers arranged beautifully, dolls, creams, perfumes et all. I was busy admiring all these while my poor man was sitting patiently in the lobby. After about ten minutes of admiration (I am sure he will say I took longer than that), I walked to the lobby.The minute he saw me he heaved a sigh of relief and I was kind of embarrassed and I explained to him the reason of my long absence. He just nodded his head and gave me one of his naughty grins and said 'Yeah I knew you must have been doing that only'. Sometimes it scares me how your partner can know what you are gonna think even before you actually think about it. Oh he can be such a mind reader!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;We were not alone as there was another gentleman and a lady having a serious discussion. I began asking him how my hair was, whether he liked it the way I had tied it and whether he can see the difference. Being the polite man he is, he just kept nodding his head and he did seem a bit restless. Then all of a sudden my man got on his knees and  with roses in his hand he proposed to me. I was just stumped and too shocked to react. I have never been surprised in such a way. Wait! It does not end with that, after I said Yes and some minutes of private conversation (which I do not want to share) , he slowly got up.Instead of sitting next to me he just walked toward the table where the gentleman and lady were seated. Now here is the best part, my man had given my phone (Xperia)to this gentleman and had asked him to take pictures. And thus,we have two pictures which I am going to treasure for the rest of my life. Yes that gentleman had captured 'The Moment'. Someday when I am old and have a dozen of grandkids, I can show them this priced possession of mine. They will realize that their grandparents were young once. And who knows they might start looking at their cricket crazy grandpa in a new way and admire him even more.But I am not exactly sure what they will say about their grandma's outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-788391827726193651?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/788391827726193651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/788391827726193651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2011/02/easily-best.html' title='Easily the best!'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-5289279754948032704</id><published>2010-11-24T17:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:46:39.386+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr darcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumped men'/><title type='text'>Love and other crap!</title><content type='html'>So many and many stories have been written and directed all on one subject. Oh the favourite subject of mankind 'LOVE'. I remember as a kid while watching movies all I kept asking was would the hero and heroine get married? I asked this question as if my mere existence relied on their marriage. I remember reading 'The Pride and Prejudice' and praying that Elizabeth should find love and was crushed when I found out that Mr Wickham the man for whom she had feelings was a cheat. Finally I was satisfied when she gives her heart away to the 'pride filled Mr Darcy'. It is just fiction but still so much importance is given to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics prove that nearly __% (well I aint gonna quote here , who knows if someone in future sues me) of films made in India are on LOVE. And there are stories made where the girl just walks out on the guy. Yeah I can see you nod your head , if not stories are made we can atleast hear stories about our so called friends where the poor guy gets dumped by the girl and where thew girl is usually oh wait, most of the times so evil and bad. In real or reel life , after our so called 'Evil woman' walks away from our hero, what does our hero do? He just drowns himself in booze and more booze and hating the rest of the women in the universe. Now if our hero is smart enough he will make sure he grows a beard, takes long puffs of the lowest brands of cigarettes available in the market. He is shown to be half mad or if none of this is shown then he is depicted as some heart broken chap who takes a very long time to heal. And as he is being healed he gets proposed by so many beautiful girls (who were lot better than his ex) but still our hero (being the man he is) , refuses each one of them by telling his sorrowful story. and while all this is happening his ex gf becomes the gf of another man, then his wife and if our hero is real unlucky she even becomes a mother. By this time hero is successful in life and he is shown to be in love with life and his work. Story is over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh! I think these stories are so sterotyped. I always wonder will there be anyone to write about the women side of the story? Anyone at all? Are women always the bad ones? Dont women get dumped for no reason at all? Why are no movies made on them? Yeah agreed we cant go around growing facial hair no matter how hard we try, its biological you see!!I have reached a point where I rather beat myself senseless then watch another one of these senseless movies or hear another story of how the evil woman dumps the real good guy. Its high time someone directs a movie from a woman's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One senseless movie which I watched and made me write this post was V2V. Gosh! What rubbish!! Karthik and Jessie. Yeah yeah you can say it is just a movie but dont u think they showed Jessie as some chick who did not even have the brain of a bird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-5289279754948032704?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/5289279754948032704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/5289279754948032704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-and-other-crap.html' title='Love and other crap!'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-767788836015685665</id><published>2010-06-24T21:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:40:20.599+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'>Miss you!</title><content type='html'>You say you understand me,&lt;br /&gt;But do you really understand me or just say it to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and You say its fine. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how can it be fine?&lt;br /&gt;Dont you realize that I am going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I can see you once, touch you once.&lt;br /&gt;Once is not enough but for now..&lt;br /&gt;But then if it was so easy I would have taken you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;This distance between us is going to make us stronger,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I do not believe it myself!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the words to describe about how much I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its just been few days since we have known each other but it just feels like a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;I know all this sounds a little or a lot clichéd  to you,&lt;br /&gt;but do you understand? Understand the way I feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;If you dont then stop saying that you understand me!&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking you to understand me,&lt;br /&gt;just to come to me soon. &lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am so in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;but today I miss you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-767788836015685665?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/767788836015685665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/767788836015685665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-you.html' title='Miss you!'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-6845552996097716312</id><published>2010-05-22T07:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:14:57.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape perverts'/><title type='text'>Can anything be done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just happened to read an article on how a 24 year old man raped a 3 year old girl. Yeah, it is just another article. As if all these things do not happen every other day. Worse things happen right? So many women get raped, murdered. True. So what is there in reading an article about a three year old girl getting raped? Let us take it in this way. What happens if the three year old girl is someone you know. Your niece? Or that bubbly little girl who lives next door, who is just learning how to frame sentences and all she can do is smile innocently? Or she is your own daughter? The one about whom you had so many dreams. Dreams of watching her take her first step, speaking the first word, graduating, becoming an independent woman, getting married and having kids of her own. Yes all of us have dreams, but it just takes a second for it to be shattered!&lt;br /&gt;If a woman was raped , people always have such genuine reasons like she was not decently dressed ( I seriously dont get that point at all, we women are not creatures to be devoured!). So was this three year old girl also indecently dressed? Did she provoke sexual feelings? What the hell is this world coming to? How can any person in this world ever do such a cruel thing? That poor girls's life is scarred forever. Her innocence is just taken away from her. How can we just be silent and say "Yeah , things happen so let us go on with our lives" . &lt;br /&gt;Who is to be blamed? Not just the perverts looming out there, but you and me also! Are we doing any damn thing to prevent these acts? These perverts are heartless and they are not even humans. They deserve to be stoned to death. How can we just let them out free? Is raping a female ( I dont say a woman , because if a girl of age 3 can be raped then ...?? ) something that is to be taken as an ordinary crime like a theft and is the rapist to be just let free? &lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I am gonna take a stand and from tomorrow and &amp;nbsp;there is immediately gonna be zero rapes in the country. Atleast , let all of us give a try to prevent such cases. And the next time you see someone misbehaving with a woman , I beg you please do something to stop it. Cos the same can happen to your mother, or your sister or your friend or your wife.... or your daughter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-6845552996097716312?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/6845552996097716312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/6845552996097716312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-anything-be-done.html' title='Can anything be done?'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-1965583640105544842</id><published>2010-04-12T07:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:31:14.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love yourself'/><title type='text'>Be ready!</title><content type='html'>When you think you have your life all figured out, please do think again. Cos all it needs is just a second for anything to happen;be it good or bad. But does that stop us from dreaming? From desiring the inevitable? I Guess thats whats important. Life is unpredictable. Not one of us should have a normal and a monotonous life. Whats the fun in that? Do the thing u hate the most in the world, then u'll realise there was no need for u to hate it in the first place. The challenges, the things that break you completely are the ones which defines you and made you the person you are today! So thank God, for those little wrong turnings you took. What is the use in just existing? You should LIVE! Yeah, live as if there is no tomorrow. That does not mean you spend all your money today and go begging tomorrow.:)  Take chances. Who knows what happens if you dont survive the night? Call up that person you fought with. Speak to your family. Spend time listening to your favourite song. Read a book you always wanted to. Love yourself. Infact you are one very interesting person. Just sit down and think and you will realise it.  Make amends. Life is indeed short to carry burdens. No regrets. Yup, thats the way I wanna go to my grave with a grin on my face and sayin " Yeah mate! I'm ready for u!"  AND REMEMBER BE READY FOR ANYTHING. Yeah anything! You may never know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-1965583640105544842?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/1965583640105544842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/1965583640105544842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-ready.html' title='Be ready!'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-9156964472082042548</id><published>2009-05-02T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:28:51.620+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce'/><title type='text'>Bruce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqdsE3mEzaA/Sfw0ztwd11I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qKYeYrVvedA/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331194121960675154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqdsE3mEzaA/Sfw0ztwd11I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qKYeYrVvedA/s320/DSC01966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a harm in being so cute and adorable?&lt;br /&gt;Introducing to all of you the one and only BRUCE. Please dont look at the mess in the room and get a bad impression about him. he is a decent chap. Way better than many other dogs in this world . LOL. Yeah, that was a little sarcastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-9156964472082042548?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/9156964472082042548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/9156964472082042548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruce.html' title='Bruce'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqdsE3mEzaA/Sfw0ztwd11I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qKYeYrVvedA/s72-c/DSC01966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-929925840116632158</id><published>2009-04-25T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:24:21.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About me :</title><content type='html'>I think I have been having my orkut account for atleast a period of three years or atleast two and a half. The part which really drives me nuts is the"About me:" part. Can anyone define themself? Or if we do some people might think we are being very boastful and some will think we are being too modest. But how is it one define himself or herself? I have no idea what I am and no idea what I will be. Now will i be condemended for it? I wish I was. In the past one year itself I have changed atleast 10 times the "About me:" now does that mean I have a multiple personality? Or does it mean I am a lot different from you or just the same way you are?&lt;br /&gt;I aint writing this to say that we should putout who we really are in orkut but what I wanna know is is possible for us to explain ourselves in a few words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-929925840116632158?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/929925840116632158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/929925840116632158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me.html' title='About me :'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293478975162277287.post-4612374452685274632</id><published>2009-04-12T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:04:17.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><title type='text'>The Dawn of Achamma!</title><content type='html'>Well hope you are all ready for this roller coaster ride or whatever you see here.  And if i did hurt any of your feelings I am the sole person responsible for it. I do not blame anyone else... Yeah! You thought you could stop me so easily? Think again brother. You made a mistake and you are just gonna regret it!&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my first post...&lt;br /&gt;Let me just get started then there is gonna be no end to it...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be forewarned to lose your head and senses and whatever else your head is filled up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Asha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293478975162277287-4612374452685274632?l=achammavp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/4612374452685274632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293478975162277287/posts/default/4612374452685274632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achammavp.blogspot.com/2009/04/dawn-of-achamma.html' title='The Dawn of Achamma!'/><author><name>Achamma VP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06847994753354334579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBldrpSCWpA/TXEtFSs75hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kos5H76HUWo/s220/DSC_0163.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
