<?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-7104533</id><updated>2011-09-01T21:19:40.692+05:30</updated><title type='text'>L I F E   C O M M E N T S</title><subtitle type='html'>When you say SO  WHAT  to  WHAT  SO  , You'll be left with WHAT  NEXT? 

Dare not to say So What to your Life Comments :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-111445584204996103</id><published>2005-03-15T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:29:49.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cervical Spine Compression Fracture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day I remember forever. The lucky or unlucky 13th. It has made me a man in all. It has given me the enough time to strengthen my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 13th 2005&lt;/span&gt; - the day I promised my B'Day treat for the most liked group of mine. The day Something happened to me physically and coz of which later I had the best times of my life. I donno when I would reach the happiest movement of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all had planned to go to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tannurkere &lt;/span&gt;- Lake Tannur &lt;/span&gt;some 40 kms away from Mysore. Everything went fine till evening 5:30. Had a good tired swim for a couple of hours and amazing dives after a long long time. These were the good dives where the water was around say 100ft or more in depth. The time comes when people try to do some record. I have this craze to get shot the dive I do. I made arrangements for that and started to be a dolphin. All of a sudden I get this beautiful idea of running with all force and diving into. As I did that I couldnt imagine what was happening, I felt ithat I fell short. Before I could adapt to the change a shiver passed through my spine and back. Could imagine the natures creativity in building the human spine and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next movement I was sitting with my hands on my head at The spot. The pain was terrible. The movements of my hands was temporarily out of order. And the depth of the water was less than a foot!! Yes less than a foot. After few minutes I tried to cleanse my head which had more sand than hair. Till now nobody knew what had happened to me. People were having the late lunch as nobody had eaten anything in the noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of water and started to feel the pain lot more. Tried to withstand the pain as much as possible, but it wqas so severe that for a movement I thought I was permanently disabled with my neck not in motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People didnt feel the intensity of what was happening to me. Later tried to climb the stairs with great deal and few tears in my eyes thinking of what people would say to the one responsible for this short trip, if my neck would have gone for a toss completely. Somehow managed to reach the main rd and thanks for the cloth arnd my neck, tied tightly by the doc of our grp, we could manage to reach the nearby village. Then had a pain killer and moved arnd. By the time Mysore was approaching it was bit Ok and so decided upon the treat. Had an excellent party with the stiff painy neck, back and shoulders. Actually I could not afford on losing 2 hours looking or being with The One as I had thought!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then later at arnd 11:30 went to the hospital just to hear the shock by arnd 12:30 a.m. that I had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cervical Spine Compression Fracture of C5 vertebra!! &lt;/span&gt;And was admitted into the hospital for the first time that I could remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6 weeks of bed rest was suggested. Unfortunately the Guiness record is a fall from 25 feet high into the water of depth .5 foot but not vertcally downwars!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will be back with more on my spending of time in this 6 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;naren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-111445584204996103?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/111445584204996103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=111445584204996103' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/111445584204996103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/111445584204996103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2005/03/cervical-spine-compression-fracture.html' title='Cervical Spine Compression Fracture'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-110908267621241023</id><published>2005-02-22T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:01:16.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/1457/640/Me3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/1457/480/Me3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year 2005!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-110908267621241023?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/110908267621241023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=110908267621241023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110908267621241023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110908267621241023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-new-year-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-110908263264961445</id><published>2005-02-22T20:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:00:32.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/1457/640/Me2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/1457/480/Me2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad at all&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-110908263264961445?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/110908263264961445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=110908263264961445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110908263264961445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110908263264961445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-bad-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-110908262449358305</id><published>2005-02-22T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:00:24.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/1457/640/Me1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/1457/480/Me1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow snow everywhere!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-110908262449358305?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/110908262449358305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=110908262449358305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110908262449358305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110908262449358305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2005/02/snow-snow-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-110862112842424532</id><published>2005-02-17T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-17T11:51:22.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Survival of mankind rides on the successful pickup line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here is an article by Dave Barry....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I was at this party, and I wound up at a table where three attractive single women were complaining about - Surprise! - men. Specifically, they were complaining about the pickup lines that had been used on them in a bar a few nights earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman said: ''This guy comes up to me and says, 'Are you a teacher?' I mean, is that supposed to be romantic?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three women rolled all six of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of them said: ''This guy says to me, 'I've been looking at you all night!' So I go, 'Hel-LO, we just GOT here.'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point all three women - and I want to stress that these are intelligent, nice women - were laughing. Not me. I was feeling bad for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there are certain hardships that only females must endure, such as childbirth, waiting in lines for public-restroom stalls, and a crippling, psychotic obsession with shoe color. Also, females tend to reach emotional maturity very quickly, so that by age 7 they are no longer capable of seeing the humor in loud inadvertent public blasts of flatulence, whereas males can continue to derive vast enjoyment from this well into their 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grant that it is not easy being a female. But I contend that nature has given males the heaviest burden of all: the burden of always having to Make the First Move, and thereby risk getting Shot Down. I don't know WHY males get stuck with this burden, but it's true throughout the animal kingdom. If you watch the nature shows on the Discovery Channel, you'll note that whatever species they are talking about - birds, crabs, spiders, clams - it is ALWAYS the male who has to take the initiative. It's always the male bird who does the courting dance, making a total moron of himself, while the female bird just stands there, looking aloof, thinking about what she's going to tell her girlfriends. (''And then he hopped around on one foot! Like I'm supposed to be impressed by THAT!'').&lt;br /&gt;Male insects have it the worst. The Discovery Channel announcer is always saying things like: ''After the mating, the female mantis bites off the male mantis' head, and then she and her girlfriend mantises use it to play a game that looks a lot like Skee Ball.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I live in Florida, my patio is basically a giant singles bar for lizards. On any given day during mating season, I'll see dozens of male lizards out there making their most suave lizard move, which consists of inflating and deflating a red pouch under their chins. They seem to think that female lizards really go for a guy with a big chin pouch, but I have never once, in 14 years of close observation, seen a female respond. They just squat there looking bored, while all around them males are blinking on and off like defective warning lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then you'll see an offbeat TV news story about some animal, usually a moose, that has for some reason fallen in love with, and decided to relentlessly court, something totally inappropriate, such as a lawn tractor. This animal is ALWAYS a male. On the TV, they show it hanging around the lawn tractor with a big, sad, moony look, totally smitten, while the lawn tractor cruelly ignores it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that, in matters of the heart, males have the brains of a walnut. No, wait! That is not my point. My point is that perhaps you women could cut us males a little bit of slack in the move-making process, because we are under a lot of stress. I vividly remember when I was in 10th grade, and I wanted to call a girl named Patty and ask her to a dance, and before I picked up the phone, I spent maybe 28 hours rehearsing exactly what I was going to say. So when I actually made the call, I was pretty smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Hello, Dance?'' I said. ''This is Patty. Do you want to go to the Dave with me?''&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Patty grasped the basic thrust of my gist and agreed to go to the dance. This was a good thing, because if she had shot me down, I would have been so humiliated that I would have never have been able to go back to school. I would have dropped out of 10th grade and lied about my age and joined the U.S. armed forces, and as a direct result the Russians would have won the Cold War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the awesome power that you women have over us men. I hope you understand this, and the next time a guy walks up and uses some incredibly lame, boneheaded line on you, I hope that, instead of laughing at him, you will remember that he is under the intense pressure of wanting to impress you enough so that you might want to get to know him better and maybe eventually, perhaps within the next 15 minutes, mate with him, thereby enabling the survival of the human race, which believe me is the only thing that we males are truly concerned about.(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I personally though dont agree with this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In conclusion, let me just say to all females everywhere, on behalf of all males everywhere, that you are very beautiful and your eyes are like two shining stars, unless you're a female fly, in which case your eyes are more like 2,038 shining stars. So please give us a chance. And if you're not interested, could you introduce us to your lawn tractor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(This Last Para is For Dave Barry alone I suppose :) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-110862112842424532?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/110862112842424532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=110862112842424532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110862112842424532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/110862112842424532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2005/02/survival-of-mankind-rides-on.html' title='Survival of mankind rides on the successful pickup line'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109363604511224899</id><published>2004-08-28T01:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:17:25.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the verse goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicsonglyrics.com/B/Bryan%20Adams/Bryan%20Adams%20-%20Please%20Forgive%20Me%20lyrics.htm"&gt;Please forgive me.. I cant stop loving you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats what he does when in love... and here i sthe one from &lt;a href="mailto:rubalj@yahoo.com"&gt;Rubal&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for liking you too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for missing you so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for being so cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not hearing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for playing your games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for finding you so attractive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not noticing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for raising you up so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for wanting to be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for avoiding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for being so pathetic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for not being able to let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for never having latched on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for crushing them   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for the ring I gave you in my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for throwing it out   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for the sleepless night i have been thru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for the peaceful sleep you had   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for loving you so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive your for hating me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for being so much passionate about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for being so unresponsive towards me..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for giving my heart to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for breaking it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;They say that love seeks forgiveness so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You forgive me for everything I did in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for everything you did...coz I loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think this is written to her - who has played around with him and he is also the one who doesn't understand her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109363604511224899?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109363604511224899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109363604511224899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363604511224899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363604511224899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/08/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive me!!!'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109363867712391519</id><published>2004-08-27T13:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T02:01:17.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mysore and mysoreans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I spent just 4 years of my life in Mysore, whatever is told here is true. And I fell in love with this beautiful monumental place for just no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.starofmysore.com/searchinfo.asp?search1=464&amp;search2=specialnewsnew"&gt;Mysore will not change. It cannot&lt;/a&gt;." says  T.S. Nagarajan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its true. And yes am a fanatic of this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109363867712391519?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109363867712391519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109363867712391519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363867712391519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363867712391519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/08/mysore-and-mysoreans.html' title='Mysore and mysoreans.'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109363755126602085</id><published>2004-08-23T01:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:55:55.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had been to IBM's some programme when I was in 6th Sem. There was this great prof by name Dr. &lt;a href="mailto:Sadagopan@Sadagopan.com"&gt;Sadagopan S&lt;/a&gt;. He came to the dias and took just 10 minutes where in he inspired lots of people like me. If not I would have been there, I would have really missed something. There it sarted, the fire in my belly to do something inspiring , which is still in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning was reading the Education Times, a supplement of Times Of India - Bangalore Edition, where in I happened to gaze thru the article &lt;a href="&lt;http://epaperdaily.timesofindia.com/Repository/ml.asp?Ref=VE9JQkcvMjAwNC8wOC8yMyNBcjAyMzAx&amp;Mode=HTML&amp;amp;Locale=english-skin-custom"&gt;"&gt;CEO@17&lt;/a&gt;. The great question mark nuked in front of me once again telling me how behind am I. People do have the desire to do something. And here I sit cribbing on me not doing anything of this high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109363755126602085?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109363755126602085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109363755126602085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363755126602085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363755126602085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/08/fire-in-belly.html' title='Fire in the belly'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109363713925906655</id><published>2004-08-18T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:53:45.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A RIDE TO THE WHIRLPOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We collegues decided upon our next venture to chunchi falls and mekedatu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As by dear friend &lt;a href="http://adventuresof16dollars.blogspot.com"&gt;Dash&lt;/a&gt; has written a blog on this it doesnt matter much for me to write one on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But one thing is for sure- though very few people might understand this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missed my group, my trek group. Could see that responsible Datta in Deepak, my adventure mate or companion Giri in Biju, the pretty girls dancing arnd and enjoying by taking my trip was similar to you know who :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missed Deepu, Ranga, Sidda, Yogi, Mahesha, Vinu and all. No one can replace these ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall was a nice one. Had nice time with Dash, Himanshu, Gokh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldnt succeed in overtaking Jins many a times. And Biju in his photography shot some water lilies on the way and also the admirable nature. Deepak in his Enfield, which even Prachi drove for some distance. If Prachi was dancing at the sight of the water fall, her roommate Richa was dancing all thru the way more on the bike, as she fulfilled her dream of driving the Yamaha entiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall had a nice time, even after watching a golden brown deadly legless reptile pass by a meter or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109363713925906655?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109363713925906655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109363713925906655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363713925906655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109363713925906655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/08/ride-to-whirlpool.html' title='A RIDE TO THE WHIRLPOOL'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109220567687425507</id><published>2004-08-11T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-11T11:57:56.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Testing BlogJet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have installed an interesting application - &lt;a href="http://blogjet.com/"&gt;BlogJet&lt;/a&gt;. It's a cool Windows client for my blog tool (as well as for other tools). Get your copy here: &lt;a href="http://blogjet.com/"&gt;http://blogjet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Computers are useless. They can only give you answers." -- Pablo Picasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109220567687425507?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109220567687425507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109220567687425507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109220567687425507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109220567687425507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/08/testing-blogjet.html' title='Testing BlogJet'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109174342279526640</id><published>2004-07-28T03:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-06T03:33:42.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Natures' Lap - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After some 3 months we all plan the trek for the 2 days of Aug 1st weekend. But due to some reasons got it preponed by 2 weeks... Left Bangalore on Friday 23rd of July night at 11:00, catching a train to Shimoga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh, the one who accompanies me from Bangalore to the destination almost all the time, since I shifted to Bangalore. He is the best find for us as we have started to enjoy the food in the trek. Yes the Cook of our Gang, I use this word as we term our grp as a Gang!!! And coming to the cooking stuff let me not forget the other cooks too, but one thing it would always be a Nala or a Bhima who cooks, I mean only guys cook. No offense girls but we care for you so much that we grant you few days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datta, called him up to ask if he had left Mysore along with six others. He is the organizer of our treks. He takes the responsibility for the whole grp. And he is very possessive about that. We do call him as 'Scope Raja' - The one who shows of a lot and aspires for attraction in the grp. :) He answered that they had left some half an hour back. Then me and Mahesh slept on our sleepers that we had reserved and by the time we could open up our eyes we were in Shimoga and it was 4:55 a.m. Right time. We wondered as if we were in Japan. Ah first time in my motherland that I had reached in time, by traveling in a Govt. transport. Cool improving:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached the Bus stand, was happy to see 2 of my buddies, Deepu - I don’t want to bore you by briefing abt him as it might take kb of kbs together, might also go to MBs. It takes so much as he is one of my best so far. The other Sidda - the kid of our Gang, 2 yrs younger to us, but no one can say that he really is so young. :) Sweet guy who's company will be liked by almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said hi to Sriranga - Want any help you can ask him, kind of a reserved, has no intention of troubling others and can trust and depend on him, but most ppl will not like him initially - as they get a taste of his friendship no one will let him GO, such a nice pal. Then Giri, the ‘Tarle’ of the Gang, a finance minister of our Gang and wildly adventurousJ. And almost at the end the One and only couple of our Gang, Vinod and Asha - one more adventurous freak, a crazy driver of anything, and the coolest amg us (obviously next to me, even if it is superlative) and his wife silent observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, Jyotsna - Jyo to some, Kapi to few, but a kid to all. We wanted a Doc among us to take care of us and here comes. Liked by all. Her lively dance, happy mood, short temper for no reason, sudden upset, high voltage return, what not and what else the list goes on. Kudos to have such a kid among us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine so all the 10 gathered together and started our Journey to Muppane... It was raining and we were marching towards the green, cloudy tropical rain forests of Karnataka. A day before me and Deepu had done lots of research on all kind of animals that are said to be there in this region. And we were most frightened by the sheer presence of King Cobra. For those who want a taste of its looks can go to NatGeo and have a look at it. But still we were called by that wonderful green bed with some whitish smoke like passing by. Amid of all these things the national highway making way into the forests was the sight not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hired a Gypsy and reached the starting point to Dabbe falls. Then trekked for around 8 Kms to the falls. The journey was so o good, have no words to explain. Had to cross 2 small mountains, lye down on the green velvet, cross a small stream which was flowing swiftly and the water level had been upto our chests, then finally walk along the plantations and rappel down for some 120 mts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! Worth all the effort. Only 4 at a time could stand together to see the Dabbe Fall, which falls at a height of some 450 – 500 ft. Amazing sight, watching the virgin fall in the middle of the untamed forest……….. Don’t miss it if you are adventurous. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night fall managed to go to the IB – Inspection Bungalow of Muppane Forest Dept. Cool they had everything including water filter. We had never seen such luxury in the forests. The IB was situated right in front of the Sharavathi backwaters of Linganamakki Dam and the middle of the Muppane reserve forest. I had caught very mild fever. I used to shiver during evening times for the past 3 days, and was feeling extremely tired and weak. Of all this I got drenched in rain right from the morning to night. At last got treated and had the tablet from Ranga. Funny is I was very active by 9:00 in the night while most of them were tired and sleeping. Datta for the first time did cook something great. He fried the Bajjis. Then had our dinner and went to bed with a hope of waking up early so that we can watch the beautiful sunrise @ Muppane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning, with all energy woke up, but had missed the sunrise. Traced along the borders of the backwaters and had lots of photo session. These snaps are never to be missed ones. After trekking for 2 km, entered the heaven – wild jungle, with a hope of watching some animal, which remained as a hope. The jungle was sounding very fishy. It was smelling so badly that I almost had nostalgia. At the end of it everyone were very disappointed, no King Cobra, no wild, but yes found few monkeys in jungleJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this had our breakfast and bid adieu to the lovely place we had halted the previous night. Then started our Journey to Jog Falls, the highest fall in India. I had been there thrice before but this visit was something special. Raja, Rani, Rocket and Roarer are the four amazing falls that add upto the famous Jog falls. I had never observed this before as to why those names were given. I saw Raja – the King horizontally, lying on a cliff that was just near the King. It’s the only fall which doesn’t touch anything on its way down. It looks so majestic and hence the name Raja. Rani – the Queen, falls as far as possible from Raja. She is soo thin, beautiful and elegant – no doubt shes’ the Queen. Rocket hurries down and falls abruptly. It appears as though its in a competition and it should somehow reach the final line first. This one fall makes all the sound in the world as it hits the rock every sigle second on its way down, rightly termed as Roarer. Amazing right, to observe all theseJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this nothing much had been to Honnemarudu, where we went on koracling to a small island near by and then took some beautiful snaps and disappeared from there. One more thing that I enjoyed was the journey from Sagara to Shimoga. Its 72 kms and a National Highway without much traffic and the driver, rather I can call him as chauffer as we were the only people in the bus, drove it just as wild that we wanted. Of all these I was playing Kishores’ melodious old hindi songs. Missed Deepu and Sidda a lot here, as they had left us few hours before. I had also missed someone soo much even though I had the presence there. Fine so finally reached Shimoga and we departed, as me and Mahesha got into Bangalore bus while rest all got into the Mysore bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Its Hard for all of us to go back to the civilization but reality calls us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Will be back with another story with nature in few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would luv your comments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109174342279526640?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109174342279526640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109174342279526640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109174342279526640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109174342279526640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-natures-lap-part-1.html' title='In Natures&apos; Lap - Part 1'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-109160463442174849</id><published>2004-07-04T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-04T13:47:26.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Special F R I E N D S H I P!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can the friendship between a guy and gal last long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be till he or she gets their own Life Partners, which might sometimes be that good pal and henceforth maintaining the everlasting friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that happens then either the guy or the gal or maybe both will face serious problems with their life partners. And thinking about this if I get close to a girl, close to the extent that I keep on missing her every moment, then I feel that I am in Love with her, coz the fear of separation comes into picture and then I end up not to loose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a guy goes and proposes to that special person, whom he keep on missing every moment, saying am all yours, she gets angry and promises to be a very good lifelong friend and friend only. By what I believe I feel she can’t keep up her word or if she does so she might come back to that guy. Haven’t seen any reverse case, so no comments on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the reason that I scare to get close to a girl and sometimes it happens that my feelings overcome my avoidance and I finally fall in for her. Still I control and control but cant help that out. There is this saying “As you resist it persists”. That’s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-109160463442174849?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/109160463442174849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=109160463442174849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109160463442174849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/109160463442174849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/07/special-f-r-i-e-n-d-s-h-i-p.html' title='The Special F R I E N D S H I P!!!'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-108565157796810306</id><published>2004-05-27T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:22:57.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>Once again a Late Good Morning and an Early Good Afternoon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guys was just thinking like this yesterday night.... and also this struck me when I was reading the mails... of this gang...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Ok let me start with my Life. I wake up early in the morning, do all morning activities, talk to parents rather you cal call it as hot talk sometimes, take a bath, pray to GOD to keep us happy (if am not right all of us do the same thing I suppose), have Breakfast or Lunch, go to the Company cribbing about what all wrong had happenend the previous day and that day morn(it may also extend to any deep past), Start your work at the company (cribbing once again as many of us dont enjoy what we do), ..., end the work(happily and tiredly), go home, have dinner, talk to parents, go to sleep. Along with these the masala's are go out some time, crib if its Monday and keep looking ahead for Friday evening thinking that the weekend will be the best part of the life, etc, etc, etc.... I think all of us have the same routine. &lt;br /&gt;    Do any of us at any point of time thought of What is the purpose of Life?? (the biggest question in My Life is this, for what I havent yet got an answer) Ok fine I agree upon ppl saying that we are here to achieve something. Now what is that soemthing??? I know that it varies from people to people. For me achieving something would be to be great personality or to conquer the fame. I still keep on dreaming about it just dreaming. I think somehow someday I'll be that. I DREAM and DREAM and DREAM. and DO nothing about it. I dont put anything into action. And if I start thinking about others I feel that even those are doing the same and I'll be happy that all of us are sailing in the same boat in a standstill wind. That makes me delay my work that is my action for some more time. &lt;br /&gt;    But am now sticking on to something. From now on I'll be consistent with what ever I dream and also consistent in moving towards my dream even though there is no wind to move me up. I would like to create that wind. It is nothing other than the support of all you poeple. I have this dream of starting a company which will provide food for lots of people. But the company is going to be in a different way. That is what I have in mind currently. I would like you people to come up with suggestions and if possible some support too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Have got some imp work now.. &lt;br /&gt;    So will continue later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-108565157796810306?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/108565157796810306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=108565157796810306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/108565157796810306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/108565157796810306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-dream_27.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104533.post-108547273257079636</id><published>2004-05-25T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-25T13:42:12.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changing my cube</title><content type='html'>   Not even a month since I had got a new cube of my own I am being asked to move to a bigger cube, in my company called as Talisma Corporation Pvt Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its weird the cube is a little bigger than the one am here in but the thing of concern is need to share the cube with Ajay Martin. Actually the concern is about sharing the cube and not dear Martin. Its in fact nice to have a cube mate like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Need to shift there by today 3:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hope some miracle happens and we both get individual cubes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n@ren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104533-108547273257079636?l=mudigal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/feeds/108547273257079636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104533&amp;postID=108547273257079636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/108547273257079636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104533/posts/default/108547273257079636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudigal.blogspot.com/2004/05/changing-my-cube.html' title='Changing my cube'/><author><name>Naren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13256903726821341173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
