<?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-15576882</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:19:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyez in heaven !</title><subtitle type='html'>Thinkin beyond to look ahead !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-2949775319630105936</id><published>2007-09-01T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T04:30:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal..</title><content type='html'>It was a an unusual sunday evening last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Unusual. Yes. Coz chennai is giving suprises with a super-kewl climate for the past one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in the sea-ward avenue with a flat-tyre(not mine, my bike's).&lt;br /&gt;Then saw this scene on the road quite adjacent to the sea. It was almost the moon taking over from sunset with the sky getting shady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple showing their love to each other. So Isn't it blasphemous - Love on the road ?? Really ? I just stopped for a while. Whats even wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caring husband holding his pregnant wife's hand and both of them going on a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;SHE, slowly resting her head on HIS shoulders. And uttering a few words. HE, doing some gimmicks to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stood there watching the couple cross the end of the road. &lt;br /&gt;Someone somewhere is healing the world. The world isnt that mad still ;).&lt;br /&gt;Then looked at the sky above. whoz gonna fix the tyre ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-2949775319630105936?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/2949775319630105936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=2949775319630105936' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/2949775319630105936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/2949775319630105936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2007/09/heal.html' title='Heal..'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-1273897608612580685</id><published>2007-04-15T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:51:01.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity - Lost</title><content type='html'>Alright, it was a pleasant sunday afternoon, and my usual afternoon nap was not taking over me - mebbe my mom didnt cook that well (evalo naal aanalum nakkal matum korayadhu da), am still awake to pen this one !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, meaning, our own gang of pals had an altogether differnt experience yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;An after effect of me, missing two highway trips last week, as my engine was down with Chennai - Fever(ever wondered what chennai fever is - it is a symptom of high body temperature if one is overloaded with 12+ hours of daily IT work life without adeuquate time to even resort to bird watching in the concrete jungles accompanied by a draught situation which doesnt let one beat the heat with the weekly beers..added with a twinge of spending more to the Junk food everyday which is &gt;= the weekly pocket money my dad gave couple of years back (Phew !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow got up with a rare kinda energy level, as I was expected to give a presentation to my business people, on friday evening. If at all I bunked this, no one is going to die, just my next hike would go for a heavy toss which would be even more side-splitting than Indias debacle in the world cup, and my chances of getting married before 28 would go bleak (yeah ! am a typical software engnineer who wants to go abroad, get a flat within the city and couple of acres outskirts and marry a fair, slim, good looking gal - though I know the chances of all these are remote , even more than an Ajith film running for more than 100 days (*grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I gotta keep going. I was hitting the key board all along last week thinkin when the hell is friday going to come. Just when I was about to pull the shutter on friday, came a mail from my french counterpart in business, stating that he has finished a job in a minutes time for which I had no answer for 3 weeks. (alright ! I would recommend him for the next padmabhsuhan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to think where my life is leading to ? 12+ hours of work everyday, verbal abuses from unknown people which I was supposed to take with a smile, junk food taking over the diets of  corproate work force, and riding through the chennai cathepara junction challenging me more than anything with people just not crossing the road but jumping from barricades and still stare at me for forgetting to kick the break after seeing them cross the road.. ! (haiyo !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell man ! gimme a life ... My lead asked me, what are you doing for the weekend... I just gave a smile and walked off... I got these tips from my bangalore colleague to answer in wierd ways to project managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couple of samples...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doin for the weekend ? :-D&lt;br /&gt;What time are you comin tomorrow ? Suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called up my gang of pals, and asked them to get to home as early as 4 am on saturday morning. When I woke up @ 4 am, my dad was shocked, as the last time i woke up so early was during my geography exam in 10th standard. He asked me "anything wrong ?". I told "No, am just going for a highway ride". The gang gathered, and we zoomed across NH45 before the sun could catch up. And we reached a temple town called Madhuranthakam. More of the trip can be read @ &lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/notsoformal/archive/2007/04/14/4020954.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Godo's Launge ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would try to pen more to substantiate - Sanity regained :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-1273897608612580685?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/1273897608612580685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=1273897608612580685' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/1273897608612580685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/1273897608612580685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2007/04/sanity-lost_15.html' title='Sanity - Lost'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-116937983254771054</id><published>2007-01-21T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:51:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A toast across the coast !</title><content type='html'>Alright, am one of those, who still keeps thinking &lt;br /&gt;Chennai is the best place to make a living and enjoy it too !&lt;br /&gt;(Come on they are nt sending me onsite, and I have to convince myself someway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was celebration time in my project team n guyz thought of hanging out ..&lt;br /&gt;for a day in the most sought after outing spot in chennai - &lt;strong&gt;Mahabz &lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NRI pal asked me recently, dont u guyz hang out anywhere else apart from ECR ?&lt;br /&gt;(if we are gonna hang out for a long drive in any other road, who the hell is gonna sponsor bike service, hospitalization expenses, cost of 2 dunlop tyres, and not forgetting two new chennai acronyms learnt in every street...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guyz started zooming in our bikes...&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Mahabz is 60 Kms from chennai, and till 30 Kms , we have a barricade every 1 km, and a couple crossing in another bike leading to un necessary disturbances in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sane saintly mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;every half a km...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok cool down cool down ..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast me n my pal crossed the Toll gate...&lt;br /&gt;n thank God ! no more barricades from now on...&lt;br /&gt;I started throttling more... and the bike was quite stable to cross 100 Kms/ hr..&lt;br /&gt;almost took lead of all other guyz , who never crossed an optimum speed (Come on they all are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married gentlemen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly a brand new honda city zoomed past me, it was my lead, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaptain Vijay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My hand started getting tempted ... to race... to chase...&lt;br /&gt;and  a full throttle..&lt;br /&gt;more...more..&lt;br /&gt;even more...&lt;br /&gt;the bike isnt crossing 110 km/hr...&lt;br /&gt;come on man ! ?? its 155 Cc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah I got the point... my pal in the pillion reminded me...of last day's happenings..&lt;br /&gt;I had been there..&lt;br /&gt;the holy place..&lt;br /&gt;the Mess of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andhra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...near our office..&lt;br /&gt;the only place, where a mid day lunch would shoot up your body weight by 4kgs !!&lt;br /&gt;and I started sympathising my bike, it has a big heart, I meant an engine, to carry two heavy weight champions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were nt ready to leave Gaptain to win...&lt;br /&gt;we tried cutting the wind, bending before, what not ...no dash worked...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there was a mild traffic jam, and we thought of takin the lead...&lt;br /&gt;and gave a suddent pick up...overtook thro' the left...and was almost about to raise my hands...&lt;br /&gt;in a jubliant mood, and then I saw a check post approaching in 10 metres distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, Ice, thought thats the end ...&lt;br /&gt;(well am an IT professional, cant afford to use local slangs like Sangu ! (*evil grin*))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden flashes in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;I had never been onSite ..&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen onSight .. &lt;br /&gt;(Sangu oodhara timela kavidha romba mukyam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speed breaker was approaching..&lt;br /&gt;I conveyed my sincere apologies to my pillion pal, "am sorry dude! and maybe this is the best way I can save ur gal friend's life from the hands a of a moron like you(*wink*) "...&lt;br /&gt;he replied like padayappa...&lt;br /&gt;"Even at the feet of death, un nakkalum kindalum un kitendhu korayave ila"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaptain stopped his car, getting ready to catch our collars..&lt;br /&gt;ok ! I gotta be doing something...caught the brake in 3 stages, tried to bring all gears down...&lt;br /&gt;my pal went several metres high touched the toll post and came back to his seat (ok I know that was too much...but still...(*grin*)&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;....We both were standing...and checked our feet(to know if we had become those 1970 filmy demons in  white attire without feet singing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mera Saya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... ya we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-116937983254771054?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/116937983254771054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=116937983254771054' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/116937983254771054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/116937983254771054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2007/01/toast-across-coast.html' title='A toast across the coast !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-116374153098809509</id><published>2006-11-16T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:32:11.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bounti-FULL ;) birthday bash ...</title><content type='html'>Long back when I saw the flick "V for vendetta" ... I got stuck with a punch line ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To remember , the 16th of November "...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n it was yesterday ....&lt;br /&gt;My Tech Guru's Birthday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lunch-on was premeditated at the Green Park...&lt;br /&gt;n all the techies rouse to the occasion sans work pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the moment we entered ... our fingers started to rub...&lt;br /&gt;not tht r bellys started to grub... but r eyez fallin for the nearby pub...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gang got seated comfortably... and started going in 10X zoom against the menu card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"how abt wine ? "&lt;br /&gt;"its only when u dine after nine " was the reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my ! wat else to gulp... &lt;br /&gt;coz we gotta get back 2 work without ne' help.. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENVY , a mix of gin, &lt;br /&gt;with r faces in an evil grin...&lt;br /&gt;... n tht was taken ...&lt;br /&gt;Stirred but not shaken ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With heavy rain beckoning the coast...&lt;br /&gt;..well tht never stopped us makin merry with the toast !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-116374153098809509?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/116374153098809509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=116374153098809509' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/116374153098809509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/116374153098809509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/11/bounti-full-birthday-bash.html' title='A bounti-FULL ;) birthday bash ...'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-115261735846647186</id><published>2006-07-11T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:29:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity stumbles....</title><content type='html'>...a warm sunday nite...six glasses of beer , with chums near n dear ...&lt;br /&gt;eyez glued to the clash of titans..it was the eve of the soccer nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begun the bids n cheers for a final french toast...wandered y there were couple of keepers on the same post...&lt;br /&gt;oh !! The brewed barley crossing my sane coast... images of the zidane header flashing..was he possesed by ne' ghost ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapped by the break of dawn...with ma mind..stumbled by occasional rewinds...&lt;br /&gt;It was Viva Italia...Arms clenching to the golden memorabalia !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-115261735846647186?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/115261735846647186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=115261735846647186' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/115261735846647186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/115261735846647186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/07/sanity-stumbles.html' title='Sanity stumbles....'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-114413343019748083</id><published>2006-04-03T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:53:40.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Mania...</title><content type='html'>Just a small rumination about Miss(Plac)ed Calls n Msgs ! (*Grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey this is my new number: 9899234567 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst...And the msg comes from the new number...(*D'oh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reached a wrong person, however didnt realise the same !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Itz Me here "....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya ,itz me here too...(*Evil Grin*)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Worse, Reached a wrong person, thinking to be his gf /her bf !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Baby, I love u so much "....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya ,I love u too ! whoz this ? ^&amp;%^$$%$ (*Wink*)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IV:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is not a misplaced call ...a techincally correct but totally useless response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Where are you ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the Bus !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow ! ^**^^**^...Grrr "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where is the bus ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost nearing the house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"phew !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Guyz...Got more ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-114413343019748083?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/114413343019748083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=114413343019748083' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/114413343019748083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/114413343019748083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/04/mobile-mania.html' title='Mobile Mania...'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-114197925161069474</id><published>2006-03-10T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:33:32.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations !</title><content type='html'>Ur late tonite. Ur wife is gonna whine. But she invites u with a glass of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;;-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring lecture. Friend's Lunch box of parathas. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back seat boys @ back bench&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pause at the signal. Wait is long. The adjacent car radio playing ur fav song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost ur job. Head falling down, four fingers touching ur shoulder. The words u heard &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No one's dead, march ahead !"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in the UK. She is in the US. Am here. A chat messenger. A cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winter evening. Four friends. One &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barsaat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Four glasses of chai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wait at the bus stand. A &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gal is also waiting ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred bucks of fuel .A rusty old bike. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;East Coast road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi noodles. A hostel room. Sunday, 4.25 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on a hot tin roof. Pakoras deep-frying. Neighbours dropping in. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A party !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and mom. A summer night. A bottle of coconut oil. A head massage. Gossiping about absent family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Sis. Old black n white photo album. &lt;br /&gt;"wow were u so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?;-)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and dad. Discussing "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what women want &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?". Your mom enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach. A full moon day. A shore side &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pani &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poori &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....Hundreds on birthdays, thousands on festivals, lakhs on weddings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to celebrate, all we gotta to do is spend &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our Time !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got more to share ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-114197925161069474?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/114197925161069474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=114197925161069474' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/114197925161069474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/114197925161069474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/03/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113962888013031798</id><published>2006-02-10T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:39:28.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EyeZ in hiBeRnAtIon !</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/640/Image4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/Image4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Will be back soon :)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113962888013031798?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113962888013031798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113962888013031798' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113962888013031798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113962888013031798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/02/eyez-in-hibernation.html' title='EyeZ in hiBeRnAtIon !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113877080536835932</id><published>2006-01-31T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:45:35.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gODz mUSt bE cRaZy !</title><content type='html'>A ray of light, gently beating my eyelashes , into my sight, slowly opening my tender eyes... realising am still in the alien land...I turned n almost fell, a hand was very strongly binding me...looked on, a sweet plump lady was holding me with all her grip, so that I wont run away !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the only one who was loving me all day n nite in this lonely land ! lonely not alone ! as she mildly summoned for someone else, came a tall, dusky man with an untrimmed beard...&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a cheeky smile almost instantly, and took me by his hand...&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled into my eyes, as I was to leave the true love of the plump lady in the lonely land for somemore time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in beard quite amazed me. He left the land everyday early morning and came back late at nite, speaks a few words with Ms.plump, and sleeps off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was wondering he left the land in his own private jet. Dunno, where he has gone :-o.&lt;br /&gt;Came in another guy. All the more rugged. Uncombed hair. He scared the daylights outta me....oh my !&lt;br /&gt;I screamed .. which brought the entire land alive..phew ! Ms Plump rushed in n yelled at Mr Rug .."how may times do I hav to tell u. Jus leave her alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rug, was quite Unperturbed, as he ogled at me again with a cute wink. I got a bit guilty. Maybe I shudnt have screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, I was thinking, came in a glass of milk. Dont u get anything else in here. I am having the same stuff for so many days. The Curtains came down in my eyes. I went asleep. again. again n again. I was sleeping for more than 15hrs a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Entered my dream land...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna meet the lord!"&lt;br /&gt;St. peters: "hez meditating. plz wait for a moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: "yes dear. what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thts enuf gawd ! I cant take it anymore. plz bring me back to heaven. I wanna rest in ur lap forever"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yet another gripe ! Chill dear. &lt;font style='color:#9ad'&gt;It is jus a few months since u were born on earth.&lt;/font&gt; u hav a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purpose to fulfill &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;before getting back"&lt;br /&gt;"I feel all are alien to me. I sleep, I cry. I drink milk. nothin else. Is this the purpose u told?"&lt;br /&gt;"There are miles to go before u finally sleep. Might be a day, when u will never feel like comin back to me."&lt;br /&gt;"When can I talk ? and plz...when can I walk (I wanna kick tht rug on his dash ;-))?"&lt;br /&gt;"Relax. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Beard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is ur dad. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms plump &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is ur mom. They will make the earth, a better place to live for u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small agitation... n I was back to earth. &lt;br /&gt;"oh my god !I forgot to ask, who Mr Rug was??"&lt;br /&gt;He was fondling my cheek with his hands. "u moron, get away frm me. oh my ! I jus cant talk... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms plump, came to my resucue. again ! "Dei brother..leave her da. u have to wait for 18 more years to make her urs..."&lt;br /&gt;n came a cool reply frm him " &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont mind ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse me ! I mind..a lot !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked around, n again no one was there. There was an old man doing all gimmicks to make me smile. Probably my grandpa...&lt;br /&gt;"Old genteleman, I do understand tht humans evolved frm the monkeys. but how on earth, dyu expect me to smile for tht ?"&lt;br /&gt;Ms Plump was giggling on one side. Probably Mr Beard is online. She kept the phone on my ears n told &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its ur dad"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cud talk, I'll ask him to come back early..:)...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/pic09161.jpg'&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113877080536835932?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113877080536835932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113877080536835932' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113877080536835932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113877080536835932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/02/godz-must-be-crazy.html' title='gODz mUSt bE cRaZy !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113853774723338761</id><published>2006-01-29T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:32:50.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be ! ;)...may be...wud be.....</title><content type='html'>Well, me too gettin inducted into the most happening tags of all time I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Have never ever seen such quick responses and tag takers frm blogspot n o3..before! ;-)...Tagged by quite a few pals..&lt;strong&gt;Anck&lt;/strong&gt;(guess shez doin taggin as a part time business apart frm being a tech professional ;-)), &lt;strong&gt;rashmi&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;xtremely_insane &lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;All guyz were jus pepped up with their "ready to shoot" 8 pointer abt their wanna be's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did take sometime for me to pen this down , and I was'nt cent percent ok, as I wud luv to explore any frienship with the days passing by !... tht really thrills me instead of restricting ne'one with what I want frm them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dress to ur attitude, wear ur smile, look into my eyez ! (being a lil cute will do ;-)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sing for whatever percussion I play (doesnt matter if ur not a bombay jaishree, verum kaathu varama irundha seri ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Hug is mandatory when riding pillion with me on long rides ! (mostly 2 hands shud suffice..)&lt;br /&gt;4. Talk more ... am all ears for the mumblings...as most of the times I'll be in loss of words :-p...(mostly man of action !..heehee) n eat more...I hate dieting ... (fitness might matter...as it might help... doin more...to life...;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Dance with me on a rainy day for the tunes of "Meham Kotatum","Aathadi ammadi", "Van Meham","Oho Meham vandhadho"... ;)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work, climb corporate ladders ! look beyond ...There is more to life than chocs,teddie's n icecreams ..:-p (I'll try to help in cooking occasionally like u make the meal, I do the Dessert...:-D)&lt;br /&gt;7. Be independent, coz' am Not to invade my queen's kingdom every now n then :-D&lt;br /&gt;8. Lean on my shoulder. That's the safest place I can take u ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give an ex..Preity Zinta in Dil Chahta Hai...(ok now dont scream bad words on me..its jus her character am pointin here...chill chill &lt;br /&gt;;-)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess...my entire blog network is tagged as am late doin this tag...&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr. &lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/Snooze"&gt;Jade&lt;/a&gt; is still leftover...and he can take over ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : Points mentioned above are highly subject to change without prior notice, as the author is slightly fickle minded at times, though sanity can be restored by mild doses of angelina jolie n aish rai ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113853774723338761?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113853774723338761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113853774723338761' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113853774723338761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113853774723338761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/01/wanna-be-may-bewud-be.html' title='Wanna be ! ;)...may be...wud be.....'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113781549487194834</id><published>2006-01-20T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:53:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHIMs of Stars ...- 3 !</title><content type='html'>As he was playing with the kid, he heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;The ever pleasant voice. The words that chilled his mind.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Shreyas". She was tall, neatly clad in a cotton saree.&lt;br /&gt;Shreyas slowly started reciprocating as he was almost lost by her changed looks.(may be towards life;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her once inquisitive, blink a second, eyes have become matured n lively emitting care and enthusiasm. And a pleasant surprise which she tried to hide. He at once realised , she was slightly exultant in seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry if I had made you wait ?"&lt;br /&gt;["I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am still waiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"].&lt;br /&gt;"No problem. It is worth the wait".&lt;br /&gt;She gave a warm smile, but still her cheer in seeing him flowing outta her eyes, which she couldn't suppress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went for a small stroll under the shades of the innumerable trees planted, with the chirping of birds reminding shreyas the purpose of his visit as Mita explicated on her mission of life and why she kept a safe distance from the rest of the world and worked in a disconnected mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why? No calls? No mails?"&lt;br /&gt;"If I say I wanted to concentrate, that may not be fully true. But I really wanted to give myself absolutely"&lt;br /&gt;Shreyas mumbled, "may be to bring the golden rays of ur intellect and diligence to focus"&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed as they chatted under a tree. Mita went about saying, how she got the thought which gave wings to her dreams, and ultimately became a mission of her life.&lt;br /&gt;Shreyas pondered "was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she one in a million &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? If one in a million can think like her, a thousand villages will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flourish in India&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mita shook his hand..&lt;br /&gt;"Shreyas, what about u.how are things?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, I passed out of college.Am a software engineer.&lt;br /&gt;The end ;-)"... n they both were laughing their hearts out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreyas couldn't hide the curiosity of the kid with the same name he saw in the lobby."Oh come on, She is my neighbours daughter. They like me a lot, n so kept my name" For a moment, he thought "even I can change my name to mm..m..Mita? ;-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a lunch-on under the tree, with a typical hot villagic cuisine served in a plantain leaf.Shreyas almost gulped a jug of water and finally enjoyed the dessert called "chaka pradhaman", a keralite delight ! &lt;br /&gt;"How do you make this?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is almost a jack fruit milk shake"&lt;br /&gt;Shreyas looked up the sky and thanked god for giving him a day of freedom frm pizzas n bugers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shreyas was playing with the kids on the block, Mita stood there admiring him from a distance. Days went back....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Her ruminations of the college corridor playing again in her mind. Her admiration for him. His known crush. Her secret concealed affection. Her mission. Her detachment finally n now he is back. Is it the whims of stars ? Years have gone by. What if he just came to see me and nothing else ?&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Shreyas paused. She just came back to reality. &lt;br /&gt;"Am gonna leave".&lt;br /&gt;"[&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :-( ?] oh ya. Hope you had a wonderful time. It was so refreshing to see you back."&lt;br /&gt;n the kids again pulled him for play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mita closed her eyes. A few moments passed. She wished God that it could rain so that no one would see her cry ! ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to her lounge, concealed her face in her hands. There was a bunch of flowers on her table. Slowly held them in her fingers and grazed her cheeks over them.... A small card fell on the floor. A cute lad winking with a flower. As she opened.. the words read... "Will the angel take me to the heaven of love? - From loving shreyas to the ever lovable mita". The moment, all the windows of her world opened. She threw the flowers up in cheer and again wished God it could rain, so that she could dance !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the twilight zone. The Sun was about to bid adieu for the day and get back to its abode under the ghats. Shreyas looked at the sun set. Is it depicting his love leaving him ? or just to dawn again tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He packed his bags. Hugged the kids. And finally kick started his bullet. The children were waving their hands and he began his retreat after the sweet treat ;-).As he was riding, he saw a small gift neatly wrapped, placed inbetween the bike's dashboard.There was a sudden brake. He was jus not able to hide his cheer n unwrapped the gift. It was a photoframe with a pic of Mansas,mita and the kids. He kept it safely in his bag. His element of ecstasy took a heavy beating n he was about to throw the wrapper into the wind ...n he saw someting being written into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wait for me ! The angel is comin with u !" - Mm..mm..mita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...His ecstasy knew no bounds ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... The End ...:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113781549487194834?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113781549487194834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113781549487194834' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113781549487194834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113781549487194834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/01/whims-of-stars-3.html' title='wHIMs of Stars ...- 3 !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113696532255733816</id><published>2006-01-10T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:45:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHIMs of Stars - Part 2 !</title><content type='html'>It was a cold and raw morning, with the westerly winds accompanying him in the pilion.Shreyas was slowly heading down south.As he drove over the roads with the sweet smell of corn and hay in the air, past little yet dense forests of coconut and palm trees on either side. There was streaks of straw laid on the road with a mirage every now n then welcoming his dreams. He saw a lonely smoke from a far off chimney which exhilarated his feeling of isolation being encapsulated in the morning darkness with trees flying silently behind and his mind going on a rewind !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was back to his cheerful college days. The gang of pals.. The stolen food.. An array of laughter every minute.. The lively brotherhood he enjoyed.. and the sweet young thing who tought his eyez to stop blinking;-) He thought for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to feel the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were scores of people flexing their muscles mending the crops and gradually begining their daily chores, with the sun slowly raising its head wishing them a bright morning. He pondered for a moment.."Are they living life fully ?". He confirmed, nevertheless, Peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;No Pollution. No Mobiles. No deadlines. No Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the lively environment, his zeal scaled a new zenith !&lt;br /&gt;"Why on earth are people going to mindless tourist places ? Can &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nature be heaven &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Ofcourse ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He managed to reach the village near tanjore and enquired about her with a slight rush in the adrenaline, as he was cent percent sure that his neck might fly with the suckle for such a question down south. To his surprise, the men, with glowing respect, neatly guided him to a place called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mansas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - The knowledge Society". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drove towards the place on a two lane highway, with meticulously sculpted modern buildings with an ancient touch of the Gurukula style, next to small houses resembling ancient huts where the workers lived. His bike passed farm after farm,on the other side of the road, with women working in the fields, colourful scarf's &lt;br /&gt;knotted around their heads. He was clearly seeing a mix of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;east n west, tradition n innovation, Culture n creed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ! He was stopped by a small temple thronged by devotees waiting eagerly for the early morning rituals. He was asked to get down from the bike and then he noticed all the people were either walking or cycling their way to work inside the Mansas area.Just beyond it, off the main highway, was a two-storey building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He parked his bike nearby a tree and entered the temple. Slowly closed his eyez. His mind again went for a rewind with flashing ruminations about his sweet lil chats enjoyed with mita. It striked his mind, that something was always enigmatic and unfathomable about her. Thats what made her unique. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He opened his eyes. He realised. Shes just living her dream !&lt;br /&gt;He had pulled her on so many occasions that "she is just another pretty face who will get hooked to an NRI and make a living abroad eating chilled food;-)". Looking around what she had accomplished, he was moved to guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seemed to pay attention to him. All were carrying on with their work with a clear focus on what they are doing. Cute little kids were cycling their way to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered the Mansas main building. He was greeted by a tall, sturdy person at the gate. He slowly enquired about &lt;br /&gt;"Can I meet M..mm...ita ?". &lt;br /&gt;"Mita is on a meeting with the village councillors. She will see you in sometime. Please be seated"&lt;br /&gt;He was overwhelmed by the refined response that too addressing her by the first name ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mesmerising music of flute played around the building which pleased his ears and eased the tiredness of his mind. Ya. Pleasant. Peaceful. Everywhere. He slowly went asleep. His fingers felt a tender touch.A tiny lil hand was grazing his fingers. He opened his eyes to see a sweet three year old kid blinking at &lt;br /&gt;him with a mischievous smile. He held her by the hand and gently asked her name. She said "M..m..itt..aa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113696532255733816?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113696532255733816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113696532255733816' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113696532255733816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113696532255733816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/01/whims-of-stars-part-2.html' title='wHIMs of Stars - Part 2 !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113635047725862845</id><published>2006-01-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:56:01.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHIMs of Stars !</title><content type='html'>Sweet lil pain - Thts how he descirbed her in his heart !&lt;br /&gt;she was suave , she was pleasant...she was this..she was tht...&lt;br /&gt;"oh my !" thought Reva... this is the 57th time, shreyas is talking about his crush ... but still she was all ears for him to give him&lt;br /&gt;tht boyish joy ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reva had seen shreyas rite from her school days...&lt;br /&gt;A typical boy next door...&lt;br /&gt;Playful yet responsible...&lt;br /&gt;Sweet when he talks, spicy when he parties...&lt;br /&gt;neat when he sets off to work, rugged when hez home...&lt;br /&gt;so much she knows...abt him !&lt;br /&gt;and she was his repository of his day2day happenings and musings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yet another hectic day @ work, reva was jus' home n started to ease herself by relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;She turned on some mild music &lt;br /&gt;of an AR Rehman Classic ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment she looked out of the window...Wah ! It was a Full Moon day ! She quickly reached the terrace to see shreyas..&lt;br /&gt;He was seated quite calm n composed, wondering at the moon !&lt;br /&gt;She silently patted him on his right shoulder and quickly&lt;br /&gt;moved to his left...Shreyas looked around and gave her a warm smile...&lt;br /&gt;"whats up da?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dad is lookin out a gal for me"&lt;br /&gt;"so?"&lt;br /&gt;"nothin...was thinkin' for a moment..."&lt;br /&gt;"abt?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna see her once.Mita."&lt;br /&gt;"(Oh! not for the 58th time)ya wheres she now?"&lt;br /&gt;"There were no mails, no calls ever since we passed out of college.She had always told shez gonna settle in her native, tanjore, a town down south."&lt;br /&gt;"good da. When are you starting ?(her voice was a bit shaky now)"&lt;br /&gt;"are you ok ? bad day at office?"&lt;br /&gt;"No da. Jus a small cold. I will be ok."&lt;br /&gt;"Take care. I will be heading to tanjore for the weekend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he came upstairs, he met his dad.&lt;br /&gt;"Shreyas, u have a date this weekend"&lt;br /&gt;"wow, dad, u changed ur business? "&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up ! This is the gal we have seen for u. Ur meeting her @ cafe mocha on saturday evening"&lt;br /&gt;"gr8 ! this is what I call NGP - the "Next Gen Papa". Will u spare me for abt a week dad. I will make it next weekend"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a promise"&lt;br /&gt;"I dont think so;-)"&lt;br /&gt;and...after a few hrs, Shreyas kicked his bullet and headed down south !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113635047725862845?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113635047725862845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113635047725862845' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113635047725862845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113635047725862845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2006/01/whims-of-stars.html' title='wHIMs of Stars !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113583308619220017</id><published>2005-12-28T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:14:28.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Dilse !</title><content type='html'>A small rumination on the portrayals of the Indian Spielberg - Maniratnam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thiruda Thiruda"&lt;/strong&gt; enra &lt;strong&gt;"Iruvar"&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ennidam kettargal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Roja"&lt;/strong&gt; ponra aval &lt;strong&gt;"kannathil Muthamitaal"&lt;/strong&gt;ennavenru ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaha en manam &lt;strong&gt;"alaipayuthe"&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mounaragam"&lt;/strong&gt; aga irunda naan,&lt;strong&gt;"AgniNatchathiram"&lt;/strong&gt;aga avadharithu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avargiladam ...&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;strong&gt;"Uyire"&lt;/strong&gt; aval thaan enrum...aval &lt;strong&gt;"Nayagan"&lt;/strong&gt; naan enrum...&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;strong&gt;"Anjali"&lt;/strong&gt; aval thaan enrum...aval &lt;strong&gt;"Dalapathi"&lt;/strong&gt; naan enrum...&lt;br /&gt;sonen...&lt;br /&gt;Engaladhu vazhkai oru &lt;strong&gt;"Ayudha Ezhuthu"&lt;/strong&gt; aagi vida koodadhu enru, andha "Iruavar"um &lt;strong&gt;"Bombay"&lt;/strong&gt; thirumbinar !;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113583308619220017?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113583308619220017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113583308619220017' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113583308619220017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113583308619220017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/direct-dilse.html' title='Direct Dilse !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113522692680618508</id><published>2005-12-21T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:46:55.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small tALk !</title><content type='html'>(Readers Discretion strongly recommended and am No way trying to sound blasphemous against anyone livng or dead;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say an Idle Mind is Devil's workshop !&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I was all the more idle, that the devil had so much time not only to build a workshop but also to continue with production, service and maintenance ! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started thinking about how many a time ppl speak or ask something, because they wanna speak or ask something (despo), and not they really have something to speak or ask ! ( well sorry if that confused u :-s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small Talk1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In a rest room....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, how ru ?? so..what are you doing ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well Yeah..ahem...u know I came to worship God here ! and luckily I didnt find him :-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah da...! am doing good. how abt u ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small Talk2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When I was abt to leave a relatives place...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kanna edhuvume sapadama poriye da??(dear, well u really didnt eat anything at all)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh Yeah,I would like to have a double cheese pizza with a capsicum topping;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats ok. Thanksss :-s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small Talk3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In an interview]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I see ur performance from 10th standard, I see a sudden dip of grade in ur under graduation? how do u explain that??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well tht credit goes to Sathyam Multiplex,Ramdas Inn(Bar attached), and the Nayar Chaaya shop opp my college campus...If u could spare me an hour, I would be bringing marksheets right from KG, and I might have a strike rate better than Sourav Ganguly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya...and I managed to recover in my PG sir ! :-D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Talk4:&lt;br /&gt;[Quite serious, after a death]&lt;br /&gt;"He was fine till yesterday...but suddenly...ippadi sollama kollama(without telling anyone).."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok do gimme ur address or telephone number, next time the God of death rings my door bell, I will courteously inform that am leaving this earth :-(( :-s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;-- Well..! updates frm fellow bloggers ;-) --&gt; ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/immortal"&gt;@Bard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal : That girl is getting married to a US based guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [oh i know that from the day u started eyeing her that she is gonna enter nuptial soon]&lt;br /&gt;..yeah nice to hear naa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sobriquetforme.blogspot.com/"&gt;@Ubiquitous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you look just like your mother...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[no then, should I look like my neighbour's mom?]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramsdom.blogspot.com"&gt;@Rams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My! how much u've grown?!"-some distant relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [do u realise that humans are born to evolve from foetus to babies to children to adolescents...???]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/snooze"&gt;@Jade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..At a cinema theatre ..&lt;br /&gt;Him: 'Where how come here ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well I sell Black tickets as part-time..side business u see....and u?? u never told me ur mu competitor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah da. Heard this movie is gud'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113522692680618508?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113522692680618508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113522692680618508' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113522692680618508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113522692680618508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/small-talk.html' title='Small tALk !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113448902725114918</id><published>2005-12-13T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:10:33.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiVEz of IcEyeZ !</title><content type='html'>Tagged by the &lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/snooze"&gt;jADe !&lt;/a&gt; (tHaNx dude :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Years ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a , so called "padips" in tamil slang, with 40kgs of bones packed in dusky skin sporting a fibre framed spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Years Back:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow ... The begining of the millenium , last year of my teens! 12 Am, 1st Jan, I was zooming in my jet with loads of beers ;-)...barely shifting my gears !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004. Epitome of my fickle mindedness. Switched jobs, projects, mindsets ! The year's ride had too many tides in my life... ! Also my first crush came back into my life. I was like Surya whisperin in "kakha Kakha".."En Sh**...Azhagana en Sh**...azhagazhagana en Sh** "...with my moods swinging between R , A and G ... Finally it was an R(red alert) frm my mind to my heart...saying "Enuf Ice...no more melting of thy heart;-) " !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah...just enzoyed my day...As it ended...got down frm the bus...with my "bean" plugged to my ears,hearing the sweet chimes of "alaipayudhe", eyes lookin up the sky with rain drops falling, and my hands were about to stretch wide...n then came one of the unsung action heroes of the 3 wheeler indutry..n started his rumbling&lt;br /&gt;..."dei..b...dei k.."...&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin "oh mr Anniyan ?"..&lt;br /&gt;"sorry'nga na"&lt;br /&gt;"kannu illa?"...&lt;br /&gt;"dont u see, ya I have 2 big ones, might resemble an owl or an egg ...heehee"...;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 yummy things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pani Puri when the sun strikes...&lt;br /&gt;Molaha Bajji when the Rain strikes...&lt;br /&gt;Apple Milk shake when my mind strikes...&lt;br /&gt;Hot Lemon Rasam when my mom strikes...(dont worry I wont cook, my dad will help ;-)&lt;br /&gt;and all the delicious stuff we stole n ate frm our college friends' lunch boxes ! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I know by heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasions tht shook my heart ;-)&lt;br /&gt;First lesson of my drums class&lt;br /&gt;Last words when my dear dude left abroad&lt;br /&gt;First Crush of my heart&lt;br /&gt;most of the MJ songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I’d do if I had a lot more money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world...!;-)&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world...!;-)&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world...!;-)&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world...!;-)&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world...!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I escape to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My native island&lt;br /&gt;..any offbeat place 5000 feet above ground ;-)&lt;br /&gt;My Best friend's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;My dad's lap&lt;br /&gt;Beach on a Full moon day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I’d never wear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries ...&lt;br /&gt;Dhothis(U kno it really plays with my pride...and I dont want tht to fly..I meant the pride ..)&lt;br /&gt;Tight Tee's( I dont want dogs chasing me when I come back home midnite...:-D)&lt;br /&gt;My Papa's shirt...:-p&lt;br /&gt;Watch(my mind is my clock;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favourite TV shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and jerry&lt;br /&gt;Giligans Island&lt;br /&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S &lt;br /&gt;Didiee's comedy show&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I enjoy doing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the dawn of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Doing the expected thing when least expected ...(well tht confuses..but still..;-)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my favorite songs with eyes closed !&lt;br /&gt;Making ppl around me smile&lt;br /&gt;Teasing my sweet lil heavenly bubbly one yr old gf ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and likely candidates to continue take the tag...;-)&lt;br /&gt;(as most of em' have already been tagged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueathenaisland.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLUE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/unicorn/"&gt;Unicorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carmalin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sophie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cutefreaky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sukhanya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113448902725114918?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113448902725114918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113448902725114918' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113448902725114918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113448902725114918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/fivez-of-iceyez.html' title='fiVEz of IcEyeZ !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113402773143981482</id><published>2005-12-07T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:45:43.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoz next ??! (part-2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChitraGupta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss..! ru there ?? Where is he...hmm ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over to earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...focus on IcEyez...Lights on ...camera ... action !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Started my day...&lt;br /&gt;With my hoodi..hittin the highway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k..am an Indian...thought of keeping left...&lt;br /&gt;In most parts of the world they drive on the left of the road. &lt;br /&gt;However rite now we drive on what’s left of the road.&lt;br /&gt;but came Mr Yama seated in his new vechicle...&lt;br /&gt;oh..Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;here am meaning the metro water lorry..!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then thought, with the skies opening up to pour its rain load&lt;br /&gt;....any one can use both sides of the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a small turn to the right...&lt;br /&gt;and as I was sailin slowly...realised..the day is out of sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa...there came a minor dinosaur hole(cmon v hav crossed the ages of manholes !)&lt;br /&gt;wah...ne' one can have a free dive n fall...&lt;br /&gt;in the new found miniature niagra falls ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the begining of the nite ...not even one street light... &lt;br /&gt;though there was one so high... they call it the moon..&lt;br /&gt;I think I might probably hav to download it soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came a fellow being riding his Vahana from the opp side...&lt;br /&gt;made up my mind...for now the ride is gonna collide...&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden...appeared one familiar smile sans teeth...&lt;br /&gt;wah my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grandpa !... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sayin welcome boy..the earth is beneath !&lt;br /&gt;a few seconds passed...I was lying under the shed...&lt;br /&gt;with the fellow driver staring with his face red !&lt;br /&gt;wow...am alive or dead !??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Over to heaven)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChitraGupta:&lt;br /&gt;Boss..Welcome back ! where were u ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yama:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small work on earth ! Hope I settled ur accounts now ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Adapaveegala...Mudichitingala ??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113402773143981482?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113402773143981482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113402773143981482' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113402773143981482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113402773143981482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoz-next-part-2.html' title='whoz next ??! (part-2)'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113397156909500538</id><published>2005-12-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:21:38.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoz next ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/02%20-%20Dont%20Worry%20I%20Am%20There%20Na.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/02%20-%20Dont%20Worry%20I%20Am%20There%20Na.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yama - God Of Death:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitragupta...! Wat the Hell is happenin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChitrGupta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss ..this is heaven...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama:&lt;br /&gt;Sss...ok...Where is the report ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChitraGupta:&lt;br /&gt;hmm...:-sss..well...u see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama:&lt;br /&gt;I doubted..last weekend u were dating with ramba n menaka...I think u have become brain dead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChitraGupta:&lt;br /&gt;Well its not tallying ... we need to send 2 more ppl to earth...and get one back to heaven !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama:&lt;br /&gt;What abt sending Ramba and Menaka to earth...I think that will solve all problems...grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChitraGupta:&lt;br /&gt;No boss ! already ... earth had become Man's evil paradise ever since u sent "oorvashi" as Angelina Jolie....and "Apsaras" as Aishwarya Rai...well if all of em' r down on earth...then even I'll have to travel down to earth ;-)..&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment taxes will get slashed n We will lose heavy revenue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama: Thts a valid point...! So who are the two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChitraGupta: I think....hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over to Vaikundam(Heaven's haven)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gODo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ramss...wake up...its us..whoz next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rams:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Wat the fff...fisshh( Oh this is heaven no bad words plz..;-)&lt;br /&gt;gODo: This silly ChitraGupta has screwed my life yet again..hez "BAD"..proved hez such a "Smooth Criminal"&lt;br /&gt;Rams: Oh My God(o)...earth is so "Dangerous" now...&lt;br /&gt;gODo: C'mon pack up ! The earth express leaves in 3 hrs...search for ur ailasa..oopss...I meant Visa..&lt;br /&gt;Rams: noo gODo..I dont wana come...they are all "Speed Demons" on earth...&lt;br /&gt;gODo: Well rams dyu "Remember the time"...I met u on earth last ..&lt;br /&gt;Rams: Oh Ya...u were roaming like a "Stranger in Moscow"...;-)&lt;br /&gt;gODo: grrr...sss..ok....thts when it was like god saying to me "You are not alone"...&lt;br /&gt;Rams: n "The way u made me feel"...oohhh...&lt;br /&gt;gODo: Well where are we gona "Beat it" this time dudette ?&lt;br /&gt;Rams: Yo..wait lemme chk gOOgle earth...&lt;br /&gt;gODo: wah..the US...wat abt there ?&lt;br /&gt;Rams: nooo gODo... they jus wont let us "HEAL THE WORLD"...&lt;br /&gt;gODo: hmmm ok...wat abt the Middle East ?&lt;br /&gt;Rams: Well, u might as well get burried in one of the WELLS;-), over nite. It is too much "blood on the (dance) floor"&lt;br /&gt;gODo: well the Uk?&lt;br /&gt;Rams: They are still Color Blind !...cant really tell if am "Black or White" n might send me back to Mr ChitraGupta in a minute or two!&lt;br /&gt;gODo: aahh...the only kewl place left is In..n..d..dia I guess ?&lt;br /&gt;Rams: but wat abt its neighbours jus' like "Ghosts" who "SCREAM" all the time...&lt;br /&gt;gODo: Well...I do know its snowing in the north, flooding in the south, n political beasts in the east...&lt;br /&gt;n total unrest in the west ! however...some really thrive...some jus manage to survive !&lt;br /&gt;Rams: But for its ppl , massive yet never impassive !&lt;br /&gt;gODo : yo gal ! so you are ready to get down n fight ?&lt;br /&gt;Rams: yep ! ofcourse, but are we gonna hit the same womb ?&lt;br /&gt;gODo: twin memberships are really tough these days, if not... we will try to meet up later ..."Heaven can wait"&lt;br /&gt;Rams: yo..."you rock my world" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be continued...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Songs refer to the various tracks composed by the musical genius of pop genre - Michael jackson!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113397156909500538?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113397156909500538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113397156909500538' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113397156909500538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113397156909500538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoz-next.html' title='whoz next ?'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113363356116412637</id><published>2005-12-03T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T06:19:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neiGhBoURhOOd ! not bAD anymore...(part3)</title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;......Residents of the neighbourhood have slowly &lt;br /&gt;started contemplating abt quitting the place !&lt;br /&gt;Is there an Angel to Guard, or do they have to trust none but God...&lt;br /&gt;Not even the slightest clue about whos who !&lt;br /&gt;All they need to do, is to trace the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were getting more n more threats day by day...&lt;br /&gt;not from anywhere but from within !...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Emie...Couldn't believe her eyes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her adonis lying on the Rug...&lt;br /&gt;silently slaughtered by the thug ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thoughts, tons of fear running in emie's mind...&lt;br /&gt;when did she faint...&lt;br /&gt;when did the lights turn on...&lt;br /&gt;when did eric came ...on...&lt;br /&gt;Did Roger Kill eric ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she gets up...There she finds Roger... with his cheeks grazing his revolver..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emie, with her eyes blinking fast as though this day is her last !&lt;br /&gt;Roger, pretty cool, less worried, confirming emies thoughts, as if the entire plot was well conspired !&lt;br /&gt;He was all the more enjoying the cool breeze ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as he made his aim to her forehead....!&lt;br /&gt;he saw emie slowly tryin to grab somethin, the knife near the teapot...&lt;br /&gt;or the tab tied to her wrist...or was there more to the locket hanging from her chain??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half past eight...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire apartment was surrounded by scores of cops...&lt;br /&gt;for the encounter on a stormy night !&lt;br /&gt;all eyes aimed at emie's apartment ...&lt;br /&gt;Again a mild agitation,followed by a shot from the gun...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;The cops getting all the more alert,&lt;br /&gt;n there rings... the mobile of the chief...&lt;br /&gt;It is a call from ROGER !&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Roger: " Mission Accomplished Sir ! both of them gunned down..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops breath in peace, with a great sign of relief !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Roger came down, he was greeted by one n all for his guts n gumption leading to glory !... The Angel from God, whoz to Guard all of em'...&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all Roger had to say, "The Neighbourhood, not bad anymore !"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113363356116412637?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113363356116412637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113363356116412637' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113363356116412637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113363356116412637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/neighbourhood-not-bad-anymorepart3.html' title='neiGhBoURhOOd ! not bAD anymore...(part3)'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113349641942093421</id><published>2005-12-01T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:21:22.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe bAD neiGhBoURhOOd ! (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/Eyez%20Shut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/Eyez%20Shut.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 8pm ...warns the clock...not the whisky !&lt;br /&gt;n as she nears the viccinity of the front door block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah !...It opens for her, before she could graze it with her tender fingers...&lt;br /&gt;she slowly gets back...n enters the man...&lt;br /&gt;she feared for the last seven nights...&lt;br /&gt;but she barely knows its him...&lt;br /&gt;she sensed someone had entered her apartment...&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt know who...not even the slightest clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets to the door n locks it...&lt;br /&gt;n hears 3 different sounds...&lt;br /&gt;is it the lock ? or is it the beat of the boots ? is it the sound of the trigger&lt;br /&gt;before the thug gets ready to shoot ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets drenched in sweat...slowly walks away from the door...counting her steps..&lt;br /&gt;her fingers trying to dial erics number...&lt;br /&gt;if at all she needs a good nite's slumber...&lt;br /&gt;Her hands keep trembling...with fear...&lt;br /&gt;and theres something for her to hear...&lt;br /&gt;The Radio bulletin...but who had switched it on ?&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a repetitive news for her...that two of the&lt;br /&gt;recently escaped terrorists are residing in her neighbourhood !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as she saw...all her neighbours were the so called GentleMen n Women !&lt;br /&gt;but for one new tenant, Roger, whom her neighbours told, with eyes read,&lt;br /&gt;if looks could kill shez dead !&lt;br /&gt;Now shez able to tie all loose ends...!&lt;br /&gt;The thug in her dreams !...The new tenant of her neighbourhood,&lt;br /&gt;n maybe the guy who had just peeped into her living room !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind getting wild with all tht she thinks...&lt;br /&gt;n as she does....her whole mind sinks...&lt;br /&gt;Her eyez get shut ! &lt;br /&gt;Images of Eric slowly fading before her eyes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quarter past eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Eric sees the missed call of emie...&lt;br /&gt;rushes to her door...its locked...gives a hard hit with a log of wood..&lt;br /&gt;breaks it open...n as he enters , &lt;br /&gt;it is the faint light of the moon from the calm sea...is all that he sees !&lt;br /&gt;in the total black out...its total silence...he tries to raise his voice amidst the fear which had engulfed his throat..."emie ...where are you ...are you ok? "...theres no response...but for a small&lt;br /&gt;sound of someone tapping his boot on the floor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the beat of the boots ? is it the sound of the trigger&lt;br /&gt;before the thug gets ready to shoot ?&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is 8 20 Pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;She feels a mild splash of water in her face...&lt;br /&gt;n her eyes slowly opening up, there she sees her adonis...with his hands on her forehead !&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....but not with his usual smile...&lt;br /&gt;and as she regains her consciousness ...she realises the lights are back...&lt;br /&gt;The most terrific mix of good n bad she could ever see..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe is it DejaVu ? or a dream coming true ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees Eric n Roger,both seated next to her !&lt;br /&gt;and as she touches Eric's shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;He falls with an ounce of plasma on the floor..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is no more...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113349641942093421?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113349641942093421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113349641942093421' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113349641942093421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113349641942093421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-neighbourhood-part-2.html' title='tHe bAD neiGhBoURhOOd ! (part 2)'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113308702191786770</id><published>2005-11-27T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T02:23:41.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe bAD neiGhBoURhOOd !</title><content type='html'>It was a stormy sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;With mighty winds blowing , bashing all windows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea looking rough, &lt;br /&gt;showing all signs tht the sleep tonite is gonna be tough...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emie's heart was beating all the more faster than the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Emie's parents have left her all alone in the apartment, to attend a weekend wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emie had her math exam over the next week tht made her stay at home. &lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyez. Took off to her very own dream land.&lt;br /&gt;She was hugging her adonis with the bike racing along the highway.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one... tall, dark and too handsome.&lt;br /&gt;and he was the most caring amomg all, which made him awesome ! to her, to her heart but not to her mind !&lt;br /&gt;probably she thought love was blind !&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless...her heart ruled her mind, n she was ready to unwind....&lt;br /&gt;The bike racing all the way...with the sun bidding adieu to the day..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly...came a quick break...and she was thrown off the bike to the nearby field...&lt;br /&gt;she was waiting for her guy to wake her n give a hug...&lt;br /&gt;but to the horror...in front of her eyez... stood the thug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyez so striking in red, and if his looks could kill, shez dead...&lt;br /&gt;went a loud scream...! &lt;br /&gt;she was still alive in her bed !&lt;br /&gt;It was jus' a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hands getting wet in sweat...&lt;br /&gt;her heart getting met with fate's bet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 7th time shez getting the dream...&lt;br /&gt;Mainly coz', she was in a bad neighbourhood...&lt;br /&gt;but for the adonis of her dreams, eric, staying next door..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was about to wash her face n mind too, came a distant voice...&lt;br /&gt;which soothened her spine...&lt;br /&gt;"Emie ru ok ?" ..reminded her of the dangerous song of jackson...&lt;br /&gt;She replied "ya am o....k..! " &lt;br /&gt;It was the voice of Eric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts going wild after hearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;It was upto her to wine n dine...n cool her spine..&lt;br /&gt;or get glued to her math n remain a saint for the nite !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the towel. Closed her face. &lt;br /&gt;The rough sea winds whispering into her ears, &lt;br /&gt;tht the night is not gonna be sweet without fears ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiped all the water. Opened her eyez. The last thing she wanted !&lt;br /&gt;A power black out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even know if she had locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;Her hands started to shiver. She tried to search for the mobile.&lt;br /&gt;She managed to reach the table to get a match.&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness slowly expelled, as she lighted a candle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pin drop silence with the sound of the tide hitting the shore...&lt;br /&gt;was now, like saying "chill down emie fear is no more.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for long,&lt;br /&gt;she went to see if she had locked the door,&lt;br /&gt;there was a mild agitation on her floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks... &lt;br /&gt;"Eric wanting to kill her fear n hug...&lt;br /&gt;or is it the thug ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113308702191786770?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113308702191786770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113308702191786770' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113308702191786770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113308702191786770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-neighbourhood.html' title='tHe bAD neiGhBoURhOOd !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-113085720595414403</id><published>2005-11-01T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T05:34:40.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sHoRtesssT....Stories..!</title><content type='html'>Jus' thought of penning the shortest stories...:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...He Proposed her. She said "No". And he lived happily ever after ! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...Her story is so sad. Hez abroad. Shez all alone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...She was selling sea shells on the miami, but god never warned her of tsunami !:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...2 parachutes.2 men and a school boy were to jump off the plane . First man jumped. The boy lost his school bag.:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any scripters out there ? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Updates frm fellow bloggers...some real kewl ones !)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.Indiatimes.com/notsoformal"&gt;@goDolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it was a cold blooded murder on a rainy dark night..but no one was arrested..and the killers went scot free.........cos it was jus a cockroach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/shady"&gt;@shady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man lived alone and happily on a mountain and one day a women came there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@IcEyeZ&lt;br /&gt;"A man lived alone on a mountain and one day a women came there..and begun the evolution of mankind ;-)" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/immortal"&gt;@The Bard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was all alone in hospital... but giving company was his aids:-("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/doorsofperception"&gt;@Doors of Perception&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror: &lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a scream rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political: &lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a vote rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance:&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a kiss rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medieval:&lt;br /&gt;He was a dark and stormy knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueathenaisland.blogspot.com/"&gt;@Blue Athena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were so happy for 22 years. And then they met."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-113085720595414403?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/113085720595414403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=113085720595414403' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113085720595414403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/113085720595414403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/11/shortessststories.html' title='sHoRtesssT....Stories..!'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-112943276235505539</id><published>2005-10-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:24:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its rainin like hell ..oops sorry ..Heaven !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/5076/640/blog1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/5076/160/blog1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varsham...Barsaat...Mazhai...Maalae!&lt;br /&gt;Wow...how enthu is it to here tht word in Chennai...&lt;br /&gt;And...the most unexpected of all...how do you feel...after a day full of hard work...u jus go hit the bed n crash...and u wake up to see a rainy morning welcomin' u...read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakin up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;the alarm shouting with a big horn...&lt;br /&gt;to say that the night is gone&lt;br /&gt;the sunlight makin a call...that it is dawn...&lt;br /&gt;to remind me ...that I shud go on n on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams slowly leavin my head...&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes gettin back to earth...&lt;br /&gt;my legs still on the bed...&lt;br /&gt;gettin up to earn my daily bread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin at the mirror...my own pretty face...&lt;br /&gt;cheerin up my mind to speed up the pace...&lt;br /&gt;for yet another day's race...&lt;br /&gt;even if I lose...my heart still says...&lt;br /&gt;dont worry my boy ...there r so many ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejuvenatin myself...with a refreshin splash...&lt;br /&gt;the early morning coffee...bringin me alive...with a bash...&lt;br /&gt;browsin the newspaper in a flash........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things went on well...so far so nice...&lt;br /&gt;but a sudden surprise in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun biddin adieu...the sky losin its blue...&lt;br /&gt;the trees dancin  leaves goin 4 a fly...&lt;br /&gt;as tides r roarin high.........&lt;br /&gt;its a storm and its gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;n the bed makin a call again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises..the greatest price of life..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-112943276235505539?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/112943276235505539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=112943276235505539' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112943276235505539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112943276235505539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-rainin-like-hell-oops-sorry-heaven.html' title='Its rainin like hell ..oops sorry ..Heaven !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-112736543070940735</id><published>2005-09-21T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:55:23.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom !</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/5076/640/image004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/5076/160/image004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus' thought of penning down somelines on the &lt;br /&gt;Living God of Earth - Mom ! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers's love..&lt;br /&gt;indeed..The purest form of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes the home..a sweet nest&lt;br /&gt;her laps..is where u rest,&lt;br /&gt;and u feel..&lt;br /&gt;her love is the best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u smile she smiles too..&lt;br /&gt;u cry,she cries too...&lt;br /&gt;for u know,&lt;br /&gt;a mother's love is always true !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur angry..&lt;br /&gt;she thinks...u might be hungry&lt;br /&gt;she wants u to eat..&lt;br /&gt;serves u in in ur seat..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she showers u... with all love and care&lt;br /&gt;don't let her down...it is never fair !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,do spend..&lt;br /&gt;some time for her in ur life&lt;br /&gt;...before u get a wife ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take tons of care if she gets old..&lt;br /&gt;coz' shez the one..who brought u into this world..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration behind :&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was really bored on wat to do...and happened to take my&lt;br /&gt;Mom out for FRUIT SHOPPE...in by HoodiBaba...Wow..she really was young at heart...&lt;br /&gt;It was like part 2 of the flick "MKumaran S/O Mahalakshmi" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;It is jus v miss out some worthy priorities in r life !...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-112736543070940735?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/112736543070940735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=112736543070940735' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112736543070940735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112736543070940735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/09/mom.html' title='Mom !'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-112693553134549023</id><published>2005-09-16T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:08:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Eyez</title><content type='html'>There lies... The power in ur eyes... to melt even hearts as strong as ice... n let go the butterflies... Even if one dies... it can again rise... as eyes alone can live twice...!&lt;br /&gt;Hope tht quote was nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus was thinkin abt how much eyez can do...;-)&lt;br /&gt;Eyez...eyez...eyez...&lt;br /&gt;when willin' to make a call.. beautiful hearts jus' fall.. Eyes..Eyes..Eyes.. Sane...expresses ur serene love.. Insane...can never say how?? Eyes..Eyes..Eyes.. can feel.. can heal.. can steal..&lt;br /&gt;wat not ??..;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-112693553134549023?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/112693553134549023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=112693553134549023' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112693553134549023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112693553134549023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-of-eyez.html' title='More of Eyez'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15576882.post-112693139349180530</id><published>2005-09-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:09:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Sunday</title><content type='html'>I hv always had this clash in spending a calm sunday afternoon, coz its the only time I get confused on how to spend...&lt;br /&gt;The choices tht beckon me are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First n the foremost... A delicious lunch @ home with al bindis n aaloos along with a spicy rasam n heated pappads...even the slightest aroma of it... will get me crawling to the kitchen n fall @ my moms feet askin her the golden words "when will lunch be served " ...heehee...nevertheless...I wanted the one to be served first...coz anythin is good when its "Hot"...;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next choice...&lt;br /&gt;A typical buffet arranged amidst all bright lights n thumping music tht rocks...with my very own gang of guyz n gals , pulling each other, cutting cakes, bursting laughters... well tht fills my stomach more than the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one...&lt;br /&gt;a dimlight lunch-on with tht person who I always wanted to hang around with, ofcourse all alone, lookin at the cute, captivating eyez... n also at the food every now n then.....the gentlewords, the warm smiles... and the "Did u reach home safely", " thanx for coming"...sms...tht continues till midnite...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...am still thinkin....?? :-?....I think I'll better slurp down mom's food....aaram se...&lt;br /&gt;switch on some mild music....then doze off....on the bed..finally...with a peaceful sunday afternoon sleep.......:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15576882-112693139349180530?l=iceyez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/feeds/112693139349180530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15576882&amp;postID=112693139349180530' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112693139349180530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15576882/posts/default/112693139349180530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceyez.blogspot.com/2005/09/sweet-sunday.html' title='The Sweet Sunday'/><author><name>IcEyeZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/5076/160/eyez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
