<?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-5198273472865789886</id><updated>2011-09-03T07:55:52.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is Bliss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198273472865789886.post-6070905200087995741</id><published>2010-12-06T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T04:52:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th December, 2010</title><content type='html'>It's been a real long time I blogged. After about almost 1 year I'm writing again. This time its about a new friend of mine Su who just passed away 2 days back.. I still can't believe that it happened and that I'm writing this blog about her. She is one those silent people who are very rare to find in this world. silent, poise, gentle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost close to two years of knowing Su. We had a lot of common interests and a kind of bonding which can't be expressed in words.. My first thought about this girl was that she must be a silent, introvert and intelligent sorta girl.. and yes, that's how she is.. But somehow we shared so many common interests that I got attached towards her. Being a reserved person myself, I had the hestitation to go speak to a new person. It took a lot of time for me to start speaking to her (which I regret so much.. I should have started getting close to you from the time I realised you are person of my kind..) But from the time I started talking to her, it was like I was talking to an elder sister-mentor-guide-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one person with whom I could share so many things with.. books, higher studies, music,.. (the list goes on). She's the only person who herself would come to my cubicle and talk to me. It felt like a new friendship developing. After I left college I've been always thinking about my college friends, and she is one of who was so much like my college friends. I regret for not getting closer to you from begining itself. I've never seen her get angry or annoyed or irritated over anything.. Always a smiling person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the worst days ever when I got the news of her demise.. She was a a very quiet person.. she was so quiet when she was here, and she left us also quietly.. as quiet as she is.. My her presence will always be felt, in the memories that she has left behind, in all the smiles that she has left behind for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su, I really want to tell you this but I dunno how,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's really hard to believe that you are not going to come back to office anymore, but wherever you are I know you will be looking down at us like a shinning star.. Blessing us from above.. I'm going to miss you lots and lots.. But you will always reside in our hearts as a sweet girl with all the sweet memories.. I really really want to see you and talk to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-6070905200087995741?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/6070905200087995741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=6070905200087995741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/6070905200087995741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/6070905200087995741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2010/12/4th-december-2010.html' title='4th December, 2010'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-5332685008918030021</id><published>2009-04-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:56:24.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>Life changes really fast. Much faster than you could have imagined. Sometimes in ways you would have never dreamt of. And when such things happen the feeling of insecurity creeps, anxiety increases. You tend to cling to the past. All that you realize is the past has moved far away from you. The more you try to cling to your past, the more farther it moves... That is the truth of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-5332685008918030021?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/5332685008918030021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=5332685008918030021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5332685008918030021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5332685008918030021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2009/04/fa.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-3803861728382665150</id><published>2008-10-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:44:13.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 29 !</title><content type='html'>4 years back, this day, this very day, I stepped into the most memorable part of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was my first day at MSRIT. 4 years has shaped me, molded me into the person I am today. Tons and tons of fun, never ending laughter, pranks unlimited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember walking down the corridors of the civil block all frightened, with a typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fresher&lt;/span&gt; look on my face, searching for my first class room, CEH-9. The classroom dint have room number board! The first class of my engineering career was 'The elements of civil engineering'. The first person I spoke to was Arundathi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing place, where I met the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world's best people&lt;/span&gt; !! All of you guys have made me live my life to the fullest :) Thank you all! Wishing each one of you success and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunno how many of you will be in touch forever, but one thing for sure... I ll never forget any of you and even a single day in these four years! Missing you all so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-3803861728382665150?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/3803861728382665150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=3803861728382665150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/3803861728382665150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/3803861728382665150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-29.html' title='October 29 !'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-1707737540877851190</id><published>2008-08-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:15:33.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Yes, it a new beginning. A beginning to my professional life. 2 weeks back I joined my first job at &lt;a href="http://www.nokiasiemensnetworks.com/global/Index.htm?languagecode=en"&gt;Nokia Siemens Networks&lt;/a&gt;. NSN is a telecom based company which works on mobile communication, the technology which caused a revolution. Its real fun and exciting to be a part of such a wonderful technology.&lt;br /&gt;It s been just one and half month I completed college and i m already here working. 6 of my frnds joined NSN with me. But we are all put in 7 different departments. The first day was an induction program at hotel Park. Next day on we were in our company s campus with the employee badge around our neck :) I was made to meet my manager and I found 2 other new joinies there. Its been nice fun meeting new people and learning loads of new things. Just, training going on. And I m sure the work is going to be really exciting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-1707737540877851190?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/1707737540877851190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=1707737540877851190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1707737540877851190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1707737540877851190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-3717441624591967485</id><published>2008-07-23T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:26:19.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only memories last forever</title><content type='html'>Hi ppl ! I know its been a really long time I made a post ! I donno if it was my academics (finally its over!) or my laziness has kept me away from blogging. Well, I apologize for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make this post to tell you about yesterday. I say its a day that's going to be in my memories for ever. A long awaited day! I met my best-est friend, after 3 years!! It was still early in the morning when I got a call from her and I was just out of bed. We planned to meet up. I quickly completed my driving classes and left to her home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how it feels to meet your best-est friend after so many years!! It just can't be expressed in words.&lt;/span&gt; Then we went shopping and a movie. We chatted all day... Stories of past... Stories about present. And then we went for a walk in sankey silently listening to our common favorite songs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe she still remembers my favorite songs!&lt;/span&gt; Later in the evening we had to bid goodbye to the other, ending the wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got back all those memories of my college days... Those days I miss so much... I long to get back too ! Time just flies even before you realize it. But you can't help it. You have to move on. All that can be done is wait for those few minutes when you can meet or atleast speak to the people you care the most about. Its only memories that will stay with us for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Current favorite song: Kabhi kabhi aditi... (jaane tu ya jaane na)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-3717441624591967485?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/3717441624591967485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=3717441624591967485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/3717441624591967485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/3717441624591967485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-memories-last-forever.html' title='Only memories last forever'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-4112403815144043426</id><published>2008-04-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:06:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first off-campus interview</title><content type='html'>Today I attended my first ever off-campus interview with a company called mFormation. I had never heard that company until I got a call from them. Well, it doesn't matter, it was my first interview outside the college. This was the first time I had an opportunity to take a look inside what u call a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;software company&lt;/span&gt;. The place looked like a completely new world to me. Its so unlike our colleges and classroom. I can't believe the company was so silent. Hardly any murmurs, hardly people speaking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder all my seniors keep telling, 'Enjoy as much as u can in college. Once you are in a company you can't have that much fun'. I totally agree with them. I seriously wonder if I ll get adjusted to this so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corporate&lt;/span&gt; life&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// &lt;/span&gt;they jagged me with 3 rounds of tech interview and 1 round of HR. But, its ok... I attended a proper interview. Got a feel of a real interview. Results will be out in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-4112403815144043426?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/4112403815144043426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=4112403815144043426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4112403815144043426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4112403815144043426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-off-campus-interview.html' title='My first off-campus interview'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-8063151636703936959</id><published>2008-03-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:55:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Udbhav 08</title><content type='html'>Ah! writing a post after a long time! Can't help.. this semester has kept me really busy... I make this post to tell you about udbhav, my college fest. It started this tuesday and wud go on till saturday. The best part (i would call) of udbhav is the amazing dress codes we have during that week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuseday was dots and checks day... quite boring. But still, it was nice to see people in colorful dots. Only guys were in checks. Wednesday was tri-color day. We had to come in one of the colors in our National flag. oops! i missed that day cos i had to prepare for my seminar scheduled on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was chor police day.. wow! people had to dress up like chor(robber) or police. I had the shock of my life when i saw my friends dressed like chor. They looked so much like hi-fi robbers, i really got scared for a minute. I really appreciate their guts! There was ILM prelims too. I hadn't practiced nor did i have a faint idea i would participate. I dunno what happened to me, i badly wanted to sing when i saw the stage and the mic. It was so tempting. I dunno from where i got the guts, i went and registered and i SANG! Finally, at the end of my college life I got some guts. Probably thats the only thing I learnt in engg ;) But the best part was not that i sang. Dee got motivated seeing my impulsiveness and she too took part(in carnatic... an amazing singer man!) and she WON ! she got first prize! I m so happy for her! :)&lt;br /&gt;Today, the 4th day of udbhav 'Ethnic Day'. &lt;em&gt;Wow!!&lt;/em&gt; I wore a saree... aaa... the costume i like the most. But believe me, its really difficult to stay in saree all day! But I dont mind. I love it. Also it was rose day. I too got some. But, the most shocking of all was, when I got a rose from an unknown guy... He said he has heard me in &lt;a href="http://mukthi.vrlinug.org/7.04"&gt;mukthi&lt;/a&gt; and liked my talk! &lt;em&gt;gosh! &lt;/em&gt;I can't believe ppl remember I spoke in mukthi! Mukthi has made me famous :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is T-shirt day. We'll havta go in the college T-shirt. Dunno if i ll go. I gotta prepare for this stupid seminar. &lt;em&gt;I pity myself&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: this is my last udbhav. I m gonna miss it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-8063151636703936959?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/8063151636703936959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=8063151636703936959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/8063151636703936959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/8063151636703936959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2008/03/udbhav-08.html' title='Udbhav 08'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-1658295265256405847</id><published>2007-12-13T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:23:43.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful viva !!</title><content type='html'>The first thing that comes to my mind when I hear the word &lt;em&gt;lab exams&lt;/em&gt; is the &lt;em&gt;viva&lt;/em&gt;! I should say I ve experienced the best of the vivas till now... Here I list those that I would never forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 3rd sem data structures lab. The guy who took viva, i should say, had an excellent (&lt;em&gt;bahh!) &lt;/em&gt;logic for the way he was conducting it. He called three of us to viva. We went and took our places in front of him, all tensed. He pointed to the guy to my right and he said 'ok, what do you know about stack? Tell me..' and the guy started.. After a minute or so, he turned at me and he said 'tell me about queue' while the guy to my right was still speaking. Its a natural reflex for a human being to stop talking when the listener turns to another person. That s what my frnd did.. as I began speaking. This lecturer all of a sudden turned at that guy and started blasting him for having stopped!! He wanted both of us to speak simultaneously.. And he didn t stop there. He asked another guy to speak about linked list and all the three of us were speaking simultaneously !!! Anddd....the lecturer was speaking to somebody else over the phone !!! He says this is how our mental stability can be tested !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about my 7th sem viva. A lecturer gave a binary sequence and asked a guy 'what does this sequence suffer from..bit error or burst error?'. The guy to whom this question was put did nt know the answer.. He said 'Ma'am, I don t know the answer. But, i think its burst error because bit error is too simple a question to ask and if your asking me this in viva, i has to burst error' LOL !!! What a logic !! Great !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : I had my last lab exam of my engineering career today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-1658295265256405847?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/1658295265256405847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=1658295265256405847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1658295265256405847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1658295265256405847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/12/wonderful-viva.html' title='Wonderful viva !!'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-7938540491855085104</id><published>2007-10-08T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:26:09.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick start !!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I m back in form :)&lt;br /&gt;I ve re-started my music classes..after much longing to get back. My new teacher is pretty good. This time i ve even started off with bhava geethe too.. Here s my first bhava geethe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NeEnillade NanGenideA&lt;br /&gt;manasellA NinNalle NeLeyagideA&lt;br /&gt;Kanasella kaNalle SereyaAgide&lt;br /&gt;NeEnillade NanGenideA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NinagAgi kAdu kAdu&lt;br /&gt;PaRitapisi NondE nAnu&lt;br /&gt;KahiyaDa Virahada nOvu&lt;br /&gt;HagaliruLu Tande nEnu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yEdeyAse Yenu yEndu NeeKanDade&lt;br /&gt;NiSheyonde NanAlli Ne Tumbide&lt;br /&gt;BelKonde Ninnida Na BayaSide&lt;br /&gt;NeEnillade NanGenideA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simply an amazing composition and a wonderful feel with an excellent meaning..&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is what I feel is a wonderful start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-7938540491855085104?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/7938540491855085104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=7938540491855085104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/7938540491855085104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/7938540491855085104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/10/kick-start.html' title='Kick start !!'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-5014981314787643547</id><published>2007-08-31T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:18:51.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday blast !!!</title><content type='html'>This birthday is my most sentimental birthday since it s my last birthday as an enggineering student... The day started out with a li'l air of gloom (cos i had got my 6th sem results just the previuos day).. but, the evening was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck 12, i started recieving calls from all my best-est friends... so, couldn t sleep much in the night. As ever I woke up late in the morning again... Got ready hurriedly and left to college... Got royally blasted by a few lecturers coz I did nt score well... Then, went back to class with all my mood spoilt..but, thank God my frnds were there to make me feel better... then, the usual class and seminar lecturers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ah! I said the best part was the evening...&lt;em&gt;yeah!!!&lt;/em&gt; I took my frnds for a treat.. It was a heavy downpour and we went to have &lt;em&gt;chats&lt;/em&gt; !!! &lt;em&gt;yum it was !!!&lt;/em&gt; and a nice chat, rather gossip i could say, with my frnds....and came back home...now, writing this blog [:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-5014981314787643547?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/5014981314787643547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=5014981314787643547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5014981314787643547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5014981314787643547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-blast.html' title='Birthday blast !!!'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-67661001392205814</id><published>2007-08-27T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:31:58.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure why !!!</title><content type='html'>I m not sure why all such things are running in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;I m not sure if its good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;I m not sure if such feelings have to continue...&lt;br /&gt;I m not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks has really been testing my patience, tolerance-level, my sensitivity etc. a li'l too much. Too many disappointments over the last few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped my music classes [:(]&lt;em&gt;damn !!!&lt;/em&gt; My heart throbing with shear regret...&lt;br /&gt;I learnt some truth... and it was the first time I realised how bitter is truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best-est friend has gone outta contact..&lt;em&gt;I ve been trying really hard to get in touch with you..But, it s really sad that you aren t replying...you dunno how much i m missing you. I soo badly want to speak to you, coz i know its only you who has the patience to listen to my woes. Those days when you were by my side...those hours we spent fighting for the corner place..those minutes we spent trying to understand Doppler s effect.. those days you answered my attendence and i answered yours... those wonderful memories are disturbing me too much... And today when I really want you by my side...ur nt there...why da ?! Hope atleast your fine and happy in life....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is taking too many turns..all unexpected turns... I m frigthened if i m losing out in this battle... It s become more like 'struggle for existence'... [hoping to survive]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-67661001392205814?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/67661001392205814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=67661001392205814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/67661001392205814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/67661001392205814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-sure-why.html' title='Not sure why !!!'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-4457051946628501433</id><published>2007-08-09T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:13:24.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some truth !</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Super Diva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadivaquiz/super-diva.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may complain about your diva ways, but you brush them off.&lt;br /&gt;You simply demand the best - and there's nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stomp on the little people too much though!&lt;br /&gt;You still need them to get to the top.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadivaquiz/"&gt;Are You a Diva?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-4457051946628501433?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/4457051946628501433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=4457051946628501433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4457051946628501433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4457051946628501433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-truth.html' title='Some truth !'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-5440497491661180606</id><published>2007-08-02T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:18:11.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in my ears...</title><content type='html'>I m not sure when, but I guess it was a week before my exams could commence. As ever, I was bugged studying all day. Just as I thought about some relaxation, my mobile beeped. I received an sms from Poornima asking me to watch ZKannada channel immediately. I couldn't stand the temptation. I instantaneously shut my books, flew to get the TV remote only to see myself listening to a concert by C. Ashwath, Supriya Acharya, Pallavi and troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the rarest concerts of its kind. A perfect blend of streaming music and magical lyrics in kannada.. I wish I had visited the concert in person. I stood dumbfound in the ambiance created by those stunning musicians... Some my favourite songs like &lt;em&gt;nee sigade balondhu baale krishna, deepavu ninnade galiyu ninnade, amma naanu devarane benne kadilamma, amma ninna edeaaLadinda kalakke sikka meenu....&lt;/em&gt; and many more. It s one of the rarest occasions for me because I hardly get to listen to these songs on a TV and saddest part is I don t have them on my desktop.. I ve been hunting for the lyrics, but I don t find them even online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if any of you have the lyrics, please to give me.. Been really hunting for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short an amazing event. Wish I could attend one (atleast one) personally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-5440497491661180606?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/5440497491661180606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=5440497491661180606' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5440497491661180606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5440497491661180606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/08/ringing-in-my-ears.html' title='Ringing in my ears...'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198273472865789886.post-4194304964994342553</id><published>2007-07-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:14:51.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice words!</title><content type='html'>I was all of a sudden reminded of these words sent by one of my cousins, through a greeting card. It's some 5-6 years now and I still remember these sentences... Here, I quote them for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hills ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are never as steep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they seem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so with Faith in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;start upward and climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till you reach yoour dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the mover of mountains -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you cannot achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Courage to try it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then the Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Believe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-4194304964994342553?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/4194304964994342553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=4194304964994342553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4194304964994342553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4194304964994342553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-words.html' title='Nice words!'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-1521633039776949891</id><published>2007-07-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:30:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results out !</title><content type='html'>I not sure if I m through... But, as expected I got blasted in my music class again. I dunno if this itself is her teaching style.. Again she says in her typical tamil accent, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nee saryave padurdilleye. Innikkavadhu paaduviyaa&lt;/span&gt;" [You don t sing properly at all. Will you sing correctly atleast today]. I was almost in tears when I heard her say that. I know I m not a good singer. But, I don t think I m that terrific! I m not sure what s going to happen of me at this rate. I ve almost forgotten all that I had learnt! Anyways, she is a really good teacher and a good teacher is one who drills you until you get perfect. I hope the days following are better.... Hope I get back to form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-1521633039776949891?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/1521633039776949891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=1521633039776949891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1521633039776949891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1521633039776949891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/07/results-out.html' title='Results out !'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-227865983420042877</id><published>2007-07-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:42:38.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd innings</title><content type='html'>The 2nd innings for the hunt for my new music has begun. Well, a neighbour of mine found a teacher in the next lane(where her son learns music). I was almost prepared to join there. But, the confusion began just the night previous to the day I had planned to join. The kid gave a complete description about his teacher s teaching style, which i thought it wouldn t suit me. So, I ran back to Deepika. See gave me her music teacher s address. I couldn t wait even for a minute after that. I immediately went to her place, all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me how much I had learnt and told me to sing. I sang a line... and to my shock she said, "What are you singing !!! It s completely wrong. Not even one swara is right... If your singing like this how can I teach you ?!". I m not sure if I was that teriffic. But, I feel a true teacher is one who tells you outright where you stand. The line she said just pricked me from inside. I really sat down and practiced for an hour.  She has asked me to practice and sing tomorrow. It s going to be the D-Day. If I m singing well, I m in. Else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! pls... I want to learn from you ma'am. Do accept me as your student....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-227865983420042877?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/227865983420042877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=227865983420042877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/227865983420042877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/227865983420042877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/07/2nd-innings.html' title='2nd innings'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-7228583852262158406</id><published>2007-07-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:04:29.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukthi7.04</title><content type='html'>This was one of the best times of my life. It was fun. It was knowledgeable. It was the first time I worked with &lt;a href="http://vrlinug.org/"&gt;vrlinug.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely overwhelmed at the profound knowledge of each and every one in the team.  It was an excellent oppurtunity for me to learn so many new things. That was the first time I realised how dumb I was. I realised I had to wake up, there was so much for me too learn. I was asked to work with Keerthi and Poornima in designing the &lt;a href="http://mukthi.vrlinug.org"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Keerthi had decided on using &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajax_%28programming%29"&gt;ajax&lt;/a&gt;. 'But, ajax !! What was it ?!' was my first question... I knew very basics of html and hadn t even heard of a thing called ajax. That was the first technique I had to learn.. I m not sure if I can say I learnt it. But well, I alteast got to know there was such a thing! Keerthi had to put up with our ignorance and some how work with us! [Hatt s off to his patience]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Poornima all of a sudden came up with an idea of giving a talk on &lt;a href="http://www.cs.waikato.ac.nz/ml/weka/"&gt;weka&lt;/a&gt;. Whoa! That would be the first time I would be going on stage.. I mean to speak..[ Something other than singing]... We then spoke to Srichand and he was really happy and encouraging....[ Thanks dude! ]..He is one of the biggest brain you could ever meet. I m honoured that I know him. Man! I wonder how he remembers those hoards of computer jargon... uff ! I m shocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, I can never forget to mention Srivatsa.. Flamboyant personality,amazing patience, very energetic and enthusiastic guy. He never says no to anything you ask. I could say hadn t it been for vatsa, dunno what would have happened to mukthi.. An excellent organiser. Perphaps, the best I have met.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, Anusree, Nikhil, Anuj, Aditi and others... who made me realise I was sleeping all these days... Mukthi was a wake up call I should say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj3JoM2LDIw/RpzH0kfA0CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8aZaF-t_FnA/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj3JoM2LDIw/RpzH0kfA0CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8aZaF-t_FnA/s320/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088161384982695970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mukthi team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vrlinug.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vrlinug.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-7228583852262158406?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/7228583852262158406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=7228583852262158406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/7228583852262158406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/7228583852262158406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/07/mukthi704.html' title='Mukthi7.04'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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/_Vj3JoM2LDIw/RpzH0kfA0CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8aZaF-t_FnA/s72-c/DSC01008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198273472865789886.post-8687639155104412101</id><published>2007-07-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:51:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have had a dozen of weird dreams and fantasies. I m not sure if its the child in me or the ignorance in me that makes me dream about all these. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an age old dream. I ve never been to a village. I ve seen them only on the television. The beauty of the green plants, the paddy fields with coconut trees lined up as though they were the fence and all.... But, I was more attracted towards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bullock carts... Wow!&lt;/span&gt; I almost instantaneously liked it.. A really nice means of transport i should say! No pollution from those dangerous exhausts.[ But, really sad those poor creatures are made to work like that...] But, it s fun to watch their movement... Hope to find a day when I get a chance to travel in it, if not drive... [ My dad promised me that he would take me in a bullock cart last hols.. He did nt :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weirdest of the weird dreams is to have a pet animal.. Hey, wait. Having a pet animal is not a weird dream! But, which animal did I want to keep at home ?!! I have two answers for this.. One, I badly wanted to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tortoise&lt;/span&gt;.. Whoa! I have absolutely no idea why I wanted to raise a tortoise.. ! But, my mum rejected it. She said some old traditions and did nt let me get one.... Second was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;... [ I can see your eyes roll in surprise!! ] lol !! I told this to mom and this is what she repiled 'Ondhu monkey saakode kashta agogbittide, idralli innodhu monkey naa...' [Raising one monkey itself has become a big task, on top of it, one more monkey...!!! ] :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wanted to accomplish these but never found an opportunity to. But, I m sure I'll find a day when they come true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-8687639155104412101?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/8687639155104412101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=8687639155104412101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/8687639155104412101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/8687639155104412101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/07/weirdo-dreams.html' title='Weirdo Dreams'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-4754019046604031228</id><published>2007-06-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:49:01.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful quote</title><content type='html'>This was one of the forwarded sms i received from a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words are not my disturbance..&lt;br /&gt;But, the disturbance is your silence..&lt;br /&gt;So, don t disturb me please.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-4754019046604031228?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/4754019046604031228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=4754019046604031228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4754019046604031228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/4754019046604031228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/beautiful-quote.html' title='Beautiful quote'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-2932783748322567620</id><published>2007-06-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:24:49.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick names</title><content type='html'>It s fun naming people or rather your close friends. It happened to me too. These are few wierdo nick names that I have. Due my stature people often call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaddi, skeleton&lt;/span&gt; and all. I ve had names like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kareen Kapoor, Kalpana Chawla, Ms. Einstein.....&lt;/span&gt; But, there are a few names which marked a difference. It showed the creatuve power my friends had....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The first nick name i got, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screw Driver&lt;/span&gt;. Ha ha...sounds funny! I was named so when I was in LKG.  I used to travel in a school van to my school. I had a very close friend called Joel, who was also of the same age. We used sit together in the same seat. The seat in front would have a handle for the passenger behind to told. And there were two in front of the seat we used to sit in. Once it happened that, we were playing with the handle in front and all of a sudden the driver braked. We tightly held on to the handle and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phat..! &lt;/span&gt;the handle came off. Joel, who was so frightened that the handle came off shouted to the van driver 'Uncle.... ee handledhu nut blot muddhoythu...' (Uncle! the nut blot of this handle is broken!) and I with all the excitement shouted back at Joel, 'Aey, idhu nut bolt alla...Idhu Screw driver...' (hey, this is not nut bolt. Its screw driver)...Haha ha !!! lol !! From that day on I was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screw driver &lt;/span&gt;and Joel was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nut bolt&lt;/span&gt;....hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The next name i very much remember is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;. Michelle was a character in the serial Full House. A friend of mine, Roopambika named me so because she says I had a smile just like that kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This one is my recent nick name. I was christened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Archana Wowtesha&lt;/span&gt;, to rhyme with my original name, Archana Venkatesha, by a friend, Hariram, my senior too.. It was so spontaneous and so unexpected. He named me so because I use the word wow a little too often. He said, 'Hey, probably I should be calling you Archana Wowtesha from now on'.... LOL!!! Couldn t stop laughing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-2932783748322567620?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/2932783748322567620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=2932783748322567620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/2932783748322567620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/2932783748322567620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/nick-names.html' title='Nick names'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-1310193668855269123</id><published>2007-06-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:36:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather confused experience !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maine payal hai chankaye......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! My first hindi song ! Well, it was a memorable experience though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know a single word in Hindi, but wanted to participate in an altogether Hindi music competition ! I have a friend who is an amazing singer. Her name is Deepika. But, she never used to participate in any competitions. It actually started off by forcing her to participate. But, she never agreed. Finally i got so bugged up that I offered to participate. The competition was scheduled on thursday and i decided i m going particpate on monday! My friend chose a song for me.. She almost instantaneously said 'Glady, u sing something of Falguni Pathak. It will suit your voice' and suggested this song. I had absolutely no idea of what she was saying... I had to learn a completely new song in a compeletely different language! I hadn t heard the song even once nor did i have that song at home! Another friend of mine, Vinutha, offered to get the song fot me...It was tuesday... I got the song and all my friends, Poornima, Krithi, Bhavana, Lakshmi, Ashwini, Divya and many more helped me learn the lyrics. The first time i sang, it was so horrible that i had to close my own ears !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started the actual parctice session. It was wednesday by the time i got the lyrics. Since i dunno the language, i had accent problem and more important is i did nt know the meaning! It was sounding English ;) !! All the day i used to sit singing n singing. ( even when classes were going on) ! There was a line Oh Sajnaaaa..aa. aa. aaa....which i struggled to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been thinking it s going to be a flop..but, who cares! i wanted to sing and that s what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the most awaited day! I was some 15th singer in row. I calmly waited for my turn.  So, did my friends (I had frightened them if they do nt clap...that s it. No other go, they had to wait with me)! Then cam my turn. I went up the stage...held the mike...n introduced my self with full confidence. Then i started off...maine payal hai....ah! now comes the turning point. I could see a group of guys stand up and take my pics !!! Gosh ! I was taken aback ! Till then people were so silent, this reaction perplexed me! I was confused at the sudden reaction. I never guessed people would react like that... Then another came completely to front of the stage and even videoed my song! There were many things running at the back of my mind...But, still, i don t care about comments which will pull me down. I never cared. I continued singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chale jab yeh puruvayi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i m still confused at the reaction! Still not able to uncover the meaning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-1310193668855269123?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/1310193668855269123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=1310193668855269123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1310193668855269123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/1310193668855269123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/rather-confused-experience.html' title='A rather confused experience !'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-5275262753360546179</id><published>2007-06-15T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:31:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subhashitha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Su =&gt; good, bhashitha =&gt; words. Together Subhashitha means 'good words' in Sanskrit. Sanskrit is the language of Gods. It is one of the oldest languages on Earth. Almost all the Indian languages are derived from this language. Their roots lie in Sanskrit. It dates back to 4-5 B.C. As an Indian i feel proud to learn this language. Its one of the most beautiful languages i ve ever learnt. I learnt it as a part of my school and college cirriculum for 5 years and also done a few extra courses too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, a friend of mine(who knew Sanskrit too) asked me 'What is your favourite Subhashitha?' From nowhere i could recollect the verse my Sanskrit Sir used to keep repeating.... I had almost instantaneously liked it. Here i repeat it for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;विध्यादधाति विनयं&lt;br /&gt;विनयाध्याति पत्रुथ्वं&lt;br /&gt;पत्रुथ्वात दनमापनोती&lt;br /&gt;दनाधर्म ततसुखमं &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could have rewritten that in devagiri script itself. It means&lt;br /&gt;Education brings you wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom fetches you a good character&lt;br /&gt;Character wins you wealth&lt;br /&gt;With the wealth do some righteous deeds and thus be happy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful naa...!! So right and so apt. I m not able to recall the name of the poet who came up with this. But, really, hatt s off to him. Such simple words with such an effective and true meaning in it... I hope to follow these lines everyday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-5275262753360546179?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/5275262753360546179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=5275262753360546179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5275262753360546179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/5275262753360546179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/subhashitha_15.html' title='Subhashitha'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-3489573511305399205</id><published>2007-06-14T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T08:13:29.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time flops !!!</title><content type='html'>These are a few activities i tried and it flopped at the first time :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Playing circket&lt;br /&gt;Mu Ha Ha Ha !!!! I still remember this day and laugh at it... It happened when i was in 2nd std. That is when i played cricket for the first time! I was playing with my cousins and my brother. The game went on for about an hour before i got my turn to bat [ The moment i was waiting for]. I held the bat with all pride and took my position in front of the wickets. My brother was the bowler and one of my cousins was the wicket keeper. I stood with my bat in position... My brother takes a long run and throws the ball at top speed... Glady takes a keen look at the ball and waits to hit it..... The ball approaches and Glady swings her bat with all the force...oops !!! The momentum of the bat to too much for Glady to withstand, the bat pulls Glady along !!! lol !!! Galdy turns along with the bat 270 degrees ...and dhaaad.. the bat hits her cousin....Soooo saad, my cousin s teeth broke and more sad is she was younger than me !!! paapa.... It was such a horrifying experience and i vowed i m not going back to cricket again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Playing volley ball&lt;br /&gt;Another frightening experience ! I was in 7th when i played volley ball for the first time... I m not a very physicially strong person. If i hit the ball it wouldn t cross the net !! So, my great friends made me stand in the defenders position !! Oh! my God !! I was so dumb that i agreed to stand there. It was the first hit/throw... The ball came directly to my face.. I did nt know what to do nor did i know how to hit... I jumped from that place and somehow escaped the ball. Now, it was second throw... n again i was standing helpless.... With all the determination i strengthened my hand and planed to hit.. that was when a friend thought of coming to my rescue.. She came running to hit the ball and i was ready too... Damar !! Both of us hit each other and the ball flies another direction.... I fell big time... Broke my braces ( i had them for 4 yrs) and had brusies on my elbow and my knee, bumped my head to the ground too....aah !!! I couldn t move my hand for the next 1 week.... What a ghastly experience !! And as ever, i did nt get back to that game again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-3489573511305399205?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/3489573511305399205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=3489573511305399205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/3489573511305399205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/3489573511305399205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-time-flops.html' title='First time flops !!!'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-6573282856243838740</id><published>2007-06-14T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T08:12:59.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first love !</title><content type='html'>Yeah! It s about my first love, i.e., music..... I m kinda crazy about music. Be it Bryan Adam or GNR to BSB to Balamurali Krishna, i listen to all forms of music. I had always wanted to be a singer. I m not sure when this interest came into me. But, i got a bit too indulged into music when i heard the Pancharatna Kritis of Balamurali Krishna. After about a week one of my aunts found me humming that song. She asked me to sing a song i liked, aloud. That was the first time people at home heard me sing. She said i have a great instinct of a singer and adviced me to learn it foramlly. Until then, i used to sing just for the fun of it. Then i decided 'well, why not give carnatic music a try! Why not learn music formally'. And..... that s what i did... !!! [:)]. I found a teacher, my mum s friend and i started classes !!! [ Hip-hip-hurray]... It was one of the most happiest moments of my life. I just still remember that day. Then, i started attending classes twice a week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i found it a bit difficult to reach all the scale and the swara stayi. But, not to be the least, it came by practice. I used to practice about 30min to an hour a day. My teacher was damn impressed to hear me sing... She was one of the best teachers i ve known. She was patience personified. She wouldn t let me go home until i sang that days lessons perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 months i started, when the disaster came. My teacher s husband got a trasfer [:(]... Sad... I had to stop......stop......[I don t believe this.......]. A dream of some 15 years, just implemented and broken [:(].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i m not going to be depressed. I ll find another teacher and continue again... [ Thumbs-up].....[That s the way to go !]. It was actually my friends who were a great support to me during those time [ Thank u ppl ]. There was paused by music career.... I still remember my teacher telling me 'Dear, don t stop for any reason. If not me, continue with another teacher'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA ni da NI da pa Da pa ma PA; PA;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga ma pa da ni da pa ma ga ma pa ga ma ga ri sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last line i learn t in my beloved music class...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-6573282856243838740?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/6573282856243838740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=6573282856243838740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/6573282856243838740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/6573282856243838740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-love.html' title='My first love !'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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-5198273472865789886.post-7368405901905656172</id><published>2007-06-14T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:31:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An almost mandatory post !</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog. An absolutely new experience. I m not sure if i m going to be regular, but i would like to. I would want to share all my experiences, views and thoughts and this is one of the best ways to do ( this is what my friends have told me). I really need to find out all that i can uncover from here.... hope for a nice experience :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5198273472865789886-7368405901905656172?l=be-glad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/feeds/7368405901905656172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5198273472865789886&amp;postID=7368405901905656172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/7368405901905656172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5198273472865789886/posts/default/7368405901905656172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-glad.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-mandatory-post.html' title='An almost mandatory post !'/><author><name>Glady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112996956092219557</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></feed>
