<?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-9014373609918874239</id><updated>2011-09-21T11:05:55.011-07:00</updated><category term='ராஜேஷ் ரசிக்கும் மித்திரன்'/><category term='This is written by a friend of mine.'/><category term='- Alter Ego'/><category term='First Trial'/><category term='Enthiran in my view'/><title type='text'>Sweet Scribblingz...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-7312622211633435990</id><published>2010-10-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:56:36.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enthiran in my view'/><title type='text'>ENTHIRAN ( ROBO ) – Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enthiran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is the first movie directly produced by SUN Pictures. They have proved time n before that not only a movie well made will reach but also a movie that is well promoted. With all the BIG names in the field to their advantage, have taken the promotion to the next level. Their promotion has made most audiences say either “hey have seen the movie…..Its Awesome” proudly or in a manner to restain their pride say “Hey have got tickets for @#$@# show ….n heard the movie is great”. That’s the Good part of the excess promotion. There another set of audience stating that “the movie must have come out as a crap, that’s y they are spending so much on promotion”. Lets check which set of audiences have got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story n Screenplay&lt;/u&gt; – It’s a Good story. Vasi (Scientist) creates a robot named Chitti to serve humans better. As a part of his research to upgrade the robot to make it think humans beyond skin and flesh, he inserts humane emotions to Chitti. Chitti. On an occasion Chitti is affectionately kissed by Sana (Vasi’s Girl friend) for saving the lives of a mother and a child. This sparks the newly added feature Love for the robot Chitti on Sana. And it does all possible things to its strength to get her. As I have said in the first line this is not a great story, but a good one for sure. Now lets try replacing the whole robot thing with a friend of Vasi (Scientist). That a guy’s friend falls in love with the guy’s girl friend due to the innocent action of the girl. Now the story sounds very normal. So we all must understand that the story is ROBOT. As the story is all about the ROBOT, first half majorly was used to portray that Chitti is better than us and girls love man-made dolls more than the men itself , and the second half was used to portray that how destructive Chitti can turn into and how the scientist beats his creation and its creations to return love to his girl and peace to the state. Screen play could have added lot more pace to the movie esp. with Rajini devotedly gave up all his image based scenes for Shankars story. But thats were the movie misses out majorly. The scene were Chitti chases down a mosquito and talks to it, could have been avoided if not the length atleast must have reduced. Seemed like the mosquitos had more dialogues than santhaanam or karunaas. Moreover, Shankar is into a habit having 5 songs picturised for a movie whether they all are needed or not. As the expense incured in the picturizing of the songs are high he is forced not to let them off. These end up slowing down the pace of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character Utilization&lt;/u&gt; – This story revolves around 3 characters – Vasi, Sana and Chitti. And for the story build up the head scientist role has been used handsomely. The assistant roles played by santhaanam and karunaas , the by passer role by kalaabaan mani n many more were of no great plus to the movie. Rajini as a actor has done great in this movie. Guess Shankar didn’t realize that greatly, as he chose to prolong the graphics shows to rajini’s ultimate acting at the climax which could made a huge difference. Ash was excellent and attracted the audiences to an level that she convinced us that she could have easily attracted a robot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Make-Up, Special Effects and Camera&lt;/u&gt;– One must agree that Enthiran introduced a never before graphics show for Indian cinema. Make up for the Robot is remarkable. The efforts taken to hide any bulged visible nerves around wrist and neck or human-like skin shrinks has to be mentioned. Care taken to the core here. Ash was on her best of looks to attract even an electronic box as needed. But then at many points Vasi’s mustache or beard looked like school drama ones. As the Camera had to let the graphic people work on it, had some restrictions. Still when it comes to no special effect scene or songs, camera has captured us brightly. Esp., the songs have been captured brilliantly. On the whole, Make – Up ,special effects and Camera take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Music – Songs &amp;amp; BGM&lt;/u&gt; – songs were all quite pleasing and rocking as the situations demanded. But when some of the major scenes came up on screen, the BGM didn’t back the visuals. BGM was good, but good isn’t enough for a visually great movie.&lt;br /&gt;On the whole this is yet another Rajini &amp;amp; Shankar movie, expected to take us for a ride at lightening speeds but then ended up at thundering speeds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RATINGS&lt;br /&gt;Story &amp;amp; Screenplay                                       - 0.5 (1.0)&lt;br /&gt;Music                                                               -0.6 (1.0)&lt;br /&gt;Camera, Special Effects and Make-up        -0.7 (1.0)&lt;br /&gt;Character Utilization                                      -0.5 (1.0)&lt;br /&gt;Actors and Acting                                           -0.8 (1.0) [Rajini scored the most here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enthiran gets 3.1/5.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ajesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-7312622211633435990?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7312622211633435990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=7312622211633435990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/7312622211633435990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/7312622211633435990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2010/10/enthiran-robo-review.html' title='ENTHIRAN ( ROBO ) – Review'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-836547258315972274</id><published>2010-08-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:19:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naan Magaan Alla - Review (3.8/5)</title><content type='html'>Naan Magaan Alla is pretty good movie. Actually the movie has got one of the best screenplays in recent times of Tamil cinema and I am sure that this movie will receive an award for the same. Music and Camera were equally good too. On the whole this is a Good movie, I would suggest it as a must watch. Esp. for making a Good Commercial movie is quite hard, where the only attraction would be its screenplay. Its NOT POSSIBLE to provide something new in every movie, we must be ready to accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Half&lt;/strong&gt; – Breezy nicely scripted part. Camera was mostly bright with karthi related scenes and used a different shade for villains which was quite appreciable. Songs were good. As this is not a movie for love, one can’t expect a better ‘Falling in Love’ Explanation even then it is a lot better than Pollaadhavan in this part.&lt;br /&gt;At no part of the movie was the heroine used as a ‘C’ Class attraction like in Pollaadhavan. Hero – Heroine interactions were good, none where too cinematic. The director took real good care in portraying the heroine as a beautiful girl and not as a sexy one. Family scenes were quite realistic. And most importantly an intermission point where both the shades of the movie start to mix was awesome. (any interval scene must drive some eagerness into the audience – which it did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second half&lt;/strong&gt; -  This is were the screenplay takes on. In scenes like karthi chasing the bad-uncle character, the camera has taken a step over the screenplay. Karthi’s father death was portrayed in best manner avoiding ppl crying like hell or disturbing the audience with the rituals conducted or some irrelevant music. It was all perfect, did nicely set up the mood change for audience. Kajal could proudly say that she has played the most decent and clean sheet role in a quite possible violent commercial movie. Kajal, who fills the screen mostly with karthi in first half is nicely left out in second half. With final fight as expected, but power packed in forms of music(bgm), camera and the threat/fear shown in each characters face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFB my ratings for – NAAN MAGAAN ALLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story(1) - 0.4&lt;br /&gt;Screenplay(1) - 0.85&lt;br /&gt;Music(1) - 0.8&lt;br /&gt;Camera(1) - 0.85&lt;br /&gt;Characterizations and characters utilization(1) - 0.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall – 3.8/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RaveN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-836547258315972274?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/836547258315972274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=836547258315972274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/836547258315972274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/836547258315972274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2010/08/naan-magaan-alla-review-385.html' title='Naan Magaan Alla - Review (3.8/5)'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-7780839697341191663</id><published>2009-12-05T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:20:31.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR Example GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-example.html"&gt;FOR Example GOD&lt;/a&gt; (This post follows FOR Example ___ post which followed FOR _______ ___ post .. pls give ur time to them too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its GOD. 'For example GOD', I was wondering why I named this post so. For me the first two words of the title were the inspiration to write this aricle. 'For example ', we have been using this word very often at powerful places without our knowledge. Believe me we do. For Example, when numbers entered my life, my maths teacher used to use 'For example' many times. Like when addition got introduced to me it starting with the same two words like 'For Example' when Ram had 2 apples and Sita had 3 apples..... n Even the Numbers that surrounds me too used those 2 magical words to enter my brain (believe me on this too, I do have one). When my father refused to get me a video game console for failing in the exams, I used the same two magical words 'Appa for example take sundar's appa, he has got him the same even after failing in 3 subjects'. Like wise we all have used those two words in various scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets split these 2 words see how powerful they are when the are stand alone. FOR - everything in this world is FOR something.. like you read this post for passing time, getting answers to my precious posts or just FOR the sake you ppl know me. And i m writing this article for getting my view to others on what(lets see that too in later parts)... EXAMPLE - As explained in my previous post, a very powerful word. This is the major reason for everything to have a set of qualities defining itself, as each inspired from its example to be so like a eagle learnt to fly high because its example was another eagle tat laid it which always flied high.. else think of world with wrong examples, like Tigers taking a cat for its example and a mouse taking Elephant for its example.. so we can say these two words when standing alone, stand as a lone wolf, powerful together and more dangerous when alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all the run arounds and blah blah things are over... let me ge to the point, its about FOR EXAMPLE GOD .GOD - Superior power guiding us, creator of all known and unknown , the almighty , the one in each and every bit and piece , the non exixtant , the Ultimate Judge , the direction/screenplay/... of this world of drama, and what more.... i guess there are a lot n lot more things one can think to describe GOD . When did we all forget the fact that GOD is also an EXAMPLE and thats y we picturize GOD similar to human beings and not like any other creation in the world.We still push GOD out of our species, saying GOD is something else something more ...What more ? ask your self, aren't we moving towards the point where we can destroy the world in a day if we want... if we can destroy the world, a beautiful collection of creations of GOD, aren'e we atleast close to the GOD HIMSELF?&lt;br /&gt;And.. if you ask me RAMA is example for each human to prove that polygomy is not the way to be.. JESUS was an excellant example of how one could lead his life till death. HE lived the perfect life, with all good and only good to other beings. HIS death was also in par with that. HE was ready to bear the pain for HIS fellow beings, that was not to let us all do all the mistakes we want and let HIM suffer in our place, but it was to bring things to the light that we have to face the pain for what ever we did and lets us not cause pain in other being. BUDHA was another example, but as days progress we forget what thery were for, they were suppose to inspire GOODNESS into us ....did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said 'NO' now.. why is it so, is it because we are happy fighting over whose example is powerful ?(when none of the examples fought against each other, why do we fight defending them, are THEY not even ALMIGHTIES cant they settle these themselves?) , is it because we are too busy and n can only spend some 10 min a day standing in front of their image praying for our WANTS , has it just turned into a half hearted duty thats been passed down generations ? or IS IT ACTUALLY BECAUSE WE NO LONGER DRAW INSPIRATION FROM THEM AS EXAMPLES? ask urself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.. Praying is something that is slowly turning into requesting n slowly into wanting , now we can't see people praying for even getting good marks in exams but for getting better marks than the boy next door, praying for winning with the one lottery i got for free, praying for a girl/boy friend.Praying for things that are out of our control say , I pray that for the next centuries no comet must hit Earth, can be accepted saying that we are requesting these to the ALMIGHTY. But praying for a relationship, happiness , etc., is not praying its wanting .Lets Stop praying for all these and start living them, only the one who could provide a relation can expect a relation, only the one works can earn and only if u score you can win over anything or anyone ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets LIVE the LIFE with EXAMPLES as GOD HIMSELF... N Be proud that we are the Best creation of the GOD HIMSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- RajeshRaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-7780839697341191663?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7780839697341191663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=7780839697341191663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/7780839697341191663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/7780839697341191663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-example-god.html' title='FOR Example GOD'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-4960854702134521793</id><published>2009-12-04T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:43:02.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>அழகான கொலை !!</title><content type='html'>விரைவில் நீ சிறையடைக்க படுவாய்,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;உன் அழகால் என்னை தினமும் கொல்வதற்காக ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;- மித்திரன் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-4960854702134521793?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4960854702134521793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=4960854702134521793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/4960854702134521793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/4960854702134521793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='அழகான கொலை !!'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-9019598144247930134</id><published>2009-02-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:55:06.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Alter Ego'/><title type='text'>FOR Example   _ _ _</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lets get Nastolgic.. Re-visiting The original post with answer filled in&lt;br /&gt;FOR Example   _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;For every human-being on this earth EXAMPLES are important. We can even generalise the first line as, EXAMPLES are important for almost each and every life on earth. Each and every life around us acts as an EMAMPLE to other life or takes another life around it as an EXAMPLE . As far as humans are concerned, though not all are recognised as EXAMPLES , we still try to be&lt;br /&gt;recognised as an EXAMPLE by fellow human-beings. Actually we are partial and unfair in selecting our EXAMPLES and that too in times of importance. Though we are the only being on earth with Sixth Sense, we dont use it much. And that too in selection of EXAMPLES . This write up is to help us get a new search space of finding our EXAMPLES, actually the best space that we never considered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Article is an EXAMPLE for how my write-ups will be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now lets talk about the next part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is hubris about their simple _ _ _. And forgot how to view _ _ _. Now we view _ _ _ as something to fight with each other. We all forgot that we are all seeing the same cube but the different faces of it. And we think that our face of the cube is larger(superior) than others. Humans are the only life on earth with the gift of "Choice". We can think of what we want and pick that choice. When it comes to choosing examples, which will be the mould for our characters, our choice never considers _ _ _ as an option. The _ _ _ is famous enough, and need no publicity. The _ _ _ is rich enough, and need no funding. The _ _ _ is in a position to give all, and in no position to accept any thing from us.But instead we could accept _ _ _ as example for life and live alike, rather than fight over our views of _ _ _ which is the projection of the same _ _ _ that all know but with some other projection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lets all be ready to accept _ _ _ as examples too. Lets open up  live like a _ _ _ ... The Time of importance is here... :)&lt;br /&gt;And Try to guess what isTitle : For EXAMPLE ???&lt;br /&gt;This will define us in a new manner. No more humans.&lt;br /&gt;The next article will reveal this and reveal what this write up is actually about..You can guess through your comments. I ll wait for few names to gather ...So start guessing&lt;br /&gt;-Alter Ego&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-9019598144247930134?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/9019598144247930134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=9019598144247930134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/9019598144247930134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/9019598144247930134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-example.html' title='FOR Example   _ _ _'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-5806087067560990306</id><published>2009-02-27T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:41:05.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ராஜேஷ் ரசிக்கும் மித்திரன்'/><title type='text'>மீண்டும் மித்திரன்</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;என் காதல்&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மலர்வது, உதிரதான் என்றால்&lt;br /&gt;என் காதல் மொட்டாகவே இருக்கட்டும் . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;நம் நட்பு&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நட்பு என்னும் நூலகத்தில் அடுக்கடுக்காய் பல புத்தகங்கள்!!!!&lt;br /&gt;சில சிறுகதைகளாய் முடிந்து விட,&lt;br /&gt;நீ மட்டும் என் மனத்தில்&lt;br /&gt;முடியாத தொடர்கதையாய்!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-5806087067560990306?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5806087067560990306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=5806087067560990306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5806087067560990306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5806087067560990306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='மீண்டும் மித்திரன்'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-6362166721192786343</id><published>2009-02-21T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:49:13.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Embrace the globe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SZ--lFGc9yI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9xta1G6wj0o/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305168430299412258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SZ--lFGc9yI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9xta1G6wj0o/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe me this is another fantastic work of Thaamarai-Vizhiyan. Its War all alround the globe now, We want peace through life and not through death. To remind this to all fathers fighting and the love they share to their most loved 'Little Miss'es.. The picture depicts one such father who returned to his 'Little Miss'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-6362166721192786343?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6362166721192786343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=6362166721192786343' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/6362166721192786343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/6362166721192786343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/believe-me-this-is-another-fantastic.html' title='Lets Embrace the globe...'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SZ--lFGc9yI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9xta1G6wj0o/s72-c/image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-2742150369269052955</id><published>2009-02-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:40:56.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F o r   _ _ _ _ _ _ _       _ _ _</title><content type='html'>For every human-being on this earth this (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) is important. We can even generalise the first line as, this (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) is important for almost each and every life on earth.Each and every life around us acts as this (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) to other life or takes another life around it as this (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) . As far as humans are concerned, though not all are recognised as this (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) , we still try to be recognised as this (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) by fellow human-beings. Actually we are partial and unfair in selecting our (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) and times of importance. Though we are the only being on earth with Sixth Sense, we dont use it much. And that too in selection of (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) . This write up is to help us get a new serch space of finding our (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Article is a/an (_ _ _ _ _ _ _) for how my write-ups will be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Try to guess what is&lt;br /&gt;Title : For ??????? ???&lt;br /&gt;The next article will reveal this and reveal what this write up is actually about..&lt;br /&gt;You can guess through your comments. I ll wait for few names to gather ...So start guessing&lt;br /&gt;-Alter Ego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-2742150369269052955?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2742150369269052955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=2742150369269052955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/2742150369269052955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/2742150369269052955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/f-o-r.html' title='F o r   _ _ _ _ _ _ _       _ _ _'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-344830912577915856</id><published>2009-01-31T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:48:53.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SYQO868gSQI/AAAAAAAAADY/rSCCdg2QCPg/s1600-h/part1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297375501472516354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SYQO868gSQI/AAAAAAAAADY/rSCCdg2QCPg/s400/part1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ஹரியும் சிவனும் ஒன்னு, அறியாதவர்கள் வாயில் மண்ணு . . .&lt;br /&gt;This is another sweet scribbling of Thaamarai-Vizhiyaan, which depicts Lord Shiva and Lord Perumal in their most adorable poses. In a very few places one can see both Lord Shiva and Lord Perumal together.....and now sweetscribblingz is another such rare place ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SYQOl6tta2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BOA61O3oJIs/s1600-h/part1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-344830912577915856?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/344830912577915856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=344830912577915856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/344830912577915856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/344830912577915856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SYQO868gSQI/AAAAAAAAADY/rSCCdg2QCPg/s72-c/part1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-6633068933786288927</id><published>2009-01-18T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:55:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 காசு திருடுவது குற்றமா?</title><content type='html'>50 காசு திருடுவது குற்றமா?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;நூறு &lt;span class=""&gt;50 காசு திருடுவது குற்றமா?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;நூறு பேர் நூறு 50 காசு திருடுவது குற்றமா?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;தினமுமும் நூறு பேர் நூறு 50 காசு திருடுவது குற்றமா?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இது தான் தினமும் பேரூந்துகளில் நடைபெறுகிற குற்றம் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இதில் என்ன பெரிய குற்றம் ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;சராசரியாக ஒரு பேரூந்து நடதுன்னர் 4 முறை பயணம் செய்கிறார் தினமும் ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ஒவ்வொரு பயணத்திலும் சராசரியாக 200 பயணிகள் பயனிப்பார்கள் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;எனவே 4 x 200 = 800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இதில் பாதிக்கும் மேற்பற்றோர் 50 காசு வேண்டி இருபேர் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;அவற்றில் பாதிக்கும் மேற்பற்றோற்கு 50 காசு கிடைப்பதில்லை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;அதாவது கிட்ட தட்ட 200 பேர் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;அதாவது 200 x 50 = 10000 காசு = 100 ரூபாய் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இதே போல் ஒரு நாளில் 100 மேர்பற்ற பேரூந்து நடதுன்னர்கள் செய்கின்றனர் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;அதாவது ரூபாய் 10000 ஒரு நாளுக்கு வரியின்றி தப்பிவிகின்றது .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;என்ன இவன் 50 காசுக்கு இப்படி பேசுகிறானே என்று நினைக்க வேண்டாம் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இது மட்டும் 36 கோடியை தாண்டும் ஒரு ஆண்டுக்கு .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இது வெறும் ஒரு சராசரியான நகரத்திற்கு மட்டுமே .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இது ஒர்பெரிய குற்றம் இல்லை என்பர் பலர் , காரணம் வரியில் தப்புவது&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;50 காசு தானே . ஆனால் நாட்டின் பார்வையில் இது குற்றம் தான் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இங்கு நான் பேரூந்து நடதுன்னர்கள் மீது குற்றம் சொல்ல வில்லை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இந்த முறையின் மீது தான் குற்றம் சாடுகிறேன் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இதற்கு என்ன பதில் என்று எண்ணி பார்த்தேன் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;1) 50 காசு தேவை இல்லாதபடி பயண சீட்டு விலை மாற்றப்படவேண்டும் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;2) நாட்டில் 50 காசு புழக்கத்தை பெருக வேண்டும் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இது நாட்டில் நலனை நோக்கிய எழுதப்பட்டது .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;இதில்&lt;/span&gt; ஏதேனும் பிழை இருந்தால் மன்னிக்கவும் .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;குறிப்பு : இதில் வரும் கணக்கு அனைத்தும் கற்பனையானது .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;தங்களது கருத்துக்கள் வரவேற்க படுகின்றன .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-6633068933786288927?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6633068933786288927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=6633068933786288927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/6633068933786288927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/6633068933786288927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/01/50.html' title='50 காசு திருடுவது குற்றமா?'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-8813270328789469974</id><published>2009-01-13T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:11:48.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SWy8qWkG6ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qq3ytmX1a6Q/s1600-h/image001CA5Q9GSJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811098051045778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SWy8qWkG6ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qq3ytmX1a6Q/s400/image001CA5Q9GSJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Pillaiyar Pati Vinayagar&lt;br /&gt;                 From this blog we are starting the 'SweetScribblingz' of Thaamarai-Vizhiyaan.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      This is a part of our Pongal Wishes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-8813270328789469974?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8813270328789469974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=8813270328789469974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/8813270328789469974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/8813270328789469974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2009/01/pillaiyar-pati-vinayagar-from-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SWy8qWkG6ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qq3ytmX1a6Q/s72-c/image001CA5Q9GSJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-664007317752692603</id><published>2008-06-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:30:33.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>காற்றே......</title><content type='html'>காற்றே நீயும் என்னை போல் தானா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;படிககாமலே புத்தகத்தை புரட்டுகின்ற்ராய்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;-- மித்ரன் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-664007317752692603?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/664007317752692603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=664007317752692603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/664007317752692603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/664007317752692603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='காற்றே......'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-4709681643606845357</id><published>2008-03-16T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:37:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to be a Talkative – Dumb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I sat back with this Sweet Scribbling pad and my pen, I was thinking what I am going to scribble here. At that instant this title struck me. Simply, it is going to be a soliloquy of my life by myself in a short talk. As this pad is going to peep into a lot more scenes from the drama called my life, here is a small handshake regarding who I am. Life has shown two beautiful places on earth – My school  &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and college  SSNCE (Scenes happened out there in future posts). The two places which groomed me to what I am now. Now a part of Cognizant, another special one appended to the list. I am a guy who takes lots of pride out of my own life whatever way it twists. Love to live life as it is, could excavate a positive point out of the remotest point in earth. Very sensitive. Quite sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To talk is to breathe. That’s me. I am a damn talkative guy. I am sure that I could keep a place aloud and vibrant always. If I sit back and think where all this started, it was on a June when I came into this earth crying out loud. Future foresaw things that this guy is going to talk for his lifetime and gave a head start straight away. I started to talk a lot when I was less than a year old. I started to count from 1 to 10 when I completed one year old (Information Courtesy – My dear Mom), then after I never stopped. Oration and Seminars kept my voice busy in school. Friends and relatives kept the tempo ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;College too helped to maintain this form. But as we know, the only thing that never changes in this universe is changes. A transition was waiting for me as well. It was the dawn of our Dumb – Charades team. Bus journey in SSN provides you lot of time to do something different (Minimum 2 hours a day). We chose to stay dumb. We formed a dumb charades team comprising of me, Raven (Fellow writer in this blog) and Vinod with the invincible support of our bus mates (Have bugged them a lot during our practice sessions in bus). Initially we started this as a time-killer with Tamil movies. One day a senior said why don’t you try participating in an inter-collegiate symposium. There  it all  started. In the last two years of our college we formed our own dynasty in dumb-charades among Chennai Engineering colleges and ruled as one of the emperors of the time. Today though my fingers code for softwares, the codes I mimed and the words I guessed gives me more pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even now I could keep the place vibrant with my talks, but also I could speak aloud with my actions. A perfect blend makes me a TALKATIVE – DUMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Auric Photon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-4709681643606845357?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4709681643606845357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=4709681643606845357' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/4709681643606845357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/4709681643606845357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-it-means-to-be-talkative-dumb.html' title='What it means to be a Talkative – Dumb?'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-5513943200367162286</id><published>2008-03-13T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:38:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>காதலை சொல்ல..</title><content type='html'>பெண்ணே! உன் பெயர் ஒரு முற்று பெறா கவிதை,&lt;br /&gt;என் பெயரையும் சேர்த்து  முற்று பெறு.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-5513943200367162286?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5513943200367162286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=5513943200367162286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5513943200367162286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5513943200367162286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_13.html' title='காதலை சொல்ல..'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-4284959119860118789</id><published>2008-03-13T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:39:14.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>கவிதை என்று நான் எழுதியது ..</title><content type='html'>பாதை :&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்க்கை என்னும் வழுக்கற்பாதை கடக்க,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ஊன்றுகோள் வேண்டாம் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ஊக்கம் என்னும் உயர்ச்சொல் போதும் .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;அன்பு :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;அன்பு என்னும் அமிலம் மட்டுமே &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;கல் மனங்களை கரைககூடியது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-4284959119860118789?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4284959119860118789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=4284959119860118789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/4284959119860118789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/4284959119860118789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='கவிதை என்று நான் எழுதியது ..'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-1213192956974124573</id><published>2008-03-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:56:19.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is written by a friend of mine.'/><title type='text'>WILL THOSE DAYS RETURN???</title><content type='html'>A perplexing heading one might think!!! Life’s most cherished moments for every human happens mostly at his or her school life and my life wasn’t any different. I studied in a school called Don Bosco which is highly respected and known to many people as a disciplined school (ha ha!!). But ask the guys who studied there and you will reckon that discipline is only read in text books and spoken by our great teachers in class but no student ever dares to follow it. My school was hardly a ten minute walk from my house and therefore i had no problem waking up in the morning. My school opens at 8’o clock and my mom would start kicking from six thirty in the morning to wake me. Slowly but surely i would wake up at seven fifteen and have a daily dose of scolding from my mom and a terrorizing stare from my dad and leave home at seven forty five. Dad would drop me at school till i was in the fifth standard but after that he lost patience with me and told me to walk to school. Luckily i got a group of friends (about four or five of them!!) who were literally my neighbors and we started to go to school together everyday. Every day in school was fun and frolic and an unbelievable life of seventeen years without any worries cannot be visited again. Everything, from the first slap I got from my teacher at 4th standard to the first fag I had in my 11th std during my ooty excursion, to the farewell lunch provided by our management (first time we all wore a coat… sema comedy) still remains fresh in the minds of all my schoolmates. Every time I walk across my school with my friends the great life of our school days flashes through everybody’s mind. A special mention about the school teachers, they are like the comedians of the tamil and the telugu movies!!! They try many innovative ideas in order to make the students study but the students always had an answer to all the tricks provided by the teachers. Ultimately it is the student who wins the battle. Some teachers think of themselves as Shakespeare’s and try to speak which goes horribly wrong (open the window let the atmosphere come in!! is one of the few punch lines spoken by our chemistry teacher). Thinking of all those incidents makes me laugh even now. But life started to become pretty serious when everybody got into the final three years of our school lives. The time had come when people started to think about their careers (neither me nor my gang!!). Guys started to take up studies in a more serious way. As each day passed by, we knew deep inside our hearts that our precious school days were coming to an end. Accepting it was the hardest part of our lives. Though we guys have parted ways in search of our own careers our hearts still wander around the classrooms, the benches, the canteen, the cricket matches which our hearts cease to forget. But as many people would say if you have to gain something, you have to lose something. In this case we had to lose our lovely school days in order to pursue our career dreams. But everybody in their corner of their hearts will be hoping against hope if they could visit their college days again……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL THOSE DAYS RETURN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prancing Horse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-1213192956974124573?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1213192956974124573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=1213192956974124573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/1213192956974124573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/1213192956974124573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-those-days-return.html' title='WILL THOSE DAYS RETURN???'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-5274054109016359409</id><published>2008-03-09T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:54:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Package of HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9O539KTlrI/AAAAAAAAABY/n2NBt8Zk9RM/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175684767740565170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9O539KTlrI/AAAAAAAAABY/n2NBt8Zk9RM/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is my work space. That is what i'll be using to work. And my work will be coding for many tiring days and even a few nights. This is what i thought when i first entered this place some three months back after inmense training on various programing languages, but there was something else hidden in it for me. A package that contained something everyone wanted to have irrespective of age, time, location etc., and it could be said in one word and that is HAPPINESS .None of my friends were with me at that moment all got posted at different locations.I was almost a "Lone-Wolf" with nothng to do, other than bugging my HR daily for project or something to work upon. Got fed up with that and then decided to sit in this pc and start doing something[i really had no clue what i was going to do with it]. Then i heard a voice behind me shouting at the pc, there i saw someone named &lt;strong&gt;pokkiri. &lt;/strong&gt;We got introduced and he sent me a key to HAPPINESS inside my pc. I recieved it and installed it. It was something i knew for quite sometime. It was &lt;strong&gt;COUNTER-STRIKE&lt;/strong&gt;. I got introduced to all others as &lt;strong&gt;RaveN. Pokkiri, Realman, Top gun/gunner, deadman , ruler, hunter ,Ralfii, hatty, phantom , etc., &lt;/strong&gt;were the new friends i got introduced to. These are nothing but our names in the game and there are even more which i haven't mentioned. We got together, made a bunch. Enjoyed, believe me really enjoyed and helped one other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They introduced me to Lunch time work [Carrom and Table tennis] and helped me improve in them. Then i got to know more like &lt;strong&gt;Maravan, hitman , Thunderstorm and a few more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Hurdle:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then we started conducting tournaments to encourage ourselves and improve the standard of playing. When one such great event was going on we were CAUGHT. As this is illegal according to our company policies our logins were locked and the issue was raised in Hierarchy. After loosening their grips[We got out of the mess], we got bored and few were only ready to take the risk again. Like tsunami they struck us a few times again. But we recovered and found a shell to protect us. Here we had a better chance to escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then we started to build our Castle back. Now we are back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cubicle after we have left for lunch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9POWNKTltI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ub4QutY9tZ4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175707277664163538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9POWNKTltI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ub4QutY9tZ4/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9PNJtKTlsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ciheGTaYzRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-5274054109016359409?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5274054109016359409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=5274054109016359409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5274054109016359409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5274054109016359409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-my-work-space.html' title='The Package of HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/R9O539KTlrI/AAAAAAAAABY/n2NBt8Zk9RM/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014373609918874239.post-5626757004866972380</id><published>2008-03-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:17:22.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Trial'/><title type='text'>One of my Best Sun-Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for visiting my page and i m thanking you in advance for ur nxt visit too...:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is something that happened when i was at Mysore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I was very much attracted to the girl sitting behind me in my class, i haven't seen a girl who was so cute till then. As i am a very shy[True] person, i was not able to talk to her i.e. i was not able to start an conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;As i was the best trainee in my class, though irritated a few by asking a whole lot of [not that stupid] questions, she used to ask some help in her studies from me. On all those moments i used to fly inside[Seriously]. All happened so suddenly that she accepted my proposal which happend like i told her that if we both clear a important exam i would tell her something i wanted to tell her for a longtime[actually not that long but seemed so...kadhal pa], being aa very smart n understanding girl she guessed it correctly n i accepted n so did she.. that too immediatly. It was like heaven's heaven n soon i found everything going away n then &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suddenly i realised that its gettting late for class  n so rushed to bath room with my tovel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Note: In this blog Those data that is bold n italised are true n the remaining all are dreamt[Just to check how good i m in narrating so drop in ur comments]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014373609918874239-5626757004866972380?l=sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5626757004866972380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014373609918874239&amp;postID=5626757004866972380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5626757004866972380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014373609918874239/posts/default/5626757004866972380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetscribblingz.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-my-best-sun-rise.html' title='One of my Best Sun-Rise'/><author><name>Rajesh|Raven|Rize</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859129475066787369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZbUcaKhrpM/SxoUlJEfVDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FnLb_1K_3x4/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
