<?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-8013435196170410091</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:32:09.454-08:00</updated><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Written on the walls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-8780457783743927819</id><published>2011-11-09T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:37:05.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When i was a kid, lunch was mostly served by my grandmother and usually  it was accompanied by a story - either one of the azhvars /nayanmars or something personal - like how my great grandmother survived those days, the description of the house they grew up in tirunelveli etc. One of my favorite stories- actually not favorite but something i used to vigorously nod my head was about this chieftain  of a princely state (kurunila mannnan?) who was willing to give his head for another serving of rasam. So the story goes like this - apparently there was a feast in the kingdom and the head chef made such good rasam that people could not resist asking for more. The king apparently thought the rasam to be a 'devamirtham' and kept drinking  bowls of rasam till dusk. The rasam supply started vanishing in no time and when the final ladle was left the king ordered that anybody else who asked for another bowl  would get it only if he gave his head. This chieftain came forward to give his head after drinking the final bowl because he thought it was totally worth dying for good rasam.  And i think I would do that too!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You get the drift? At times when I am hungry and hence angry, i think my existence on earth is probably  for rasam. Thankfully, i was brought up and later on married to a  rasam loving household where sambar is given a secondary preference. We even have mean nicknames for sambar loving households. Even on days when there is absolutely nothing at home we can be assured of rasam and its existence in the&lt;i&gt; eeya sombu&lt;/i&gt; next to the stove.Rasam - I would say has the simplest of ingredients, no hard labor or elaborate cutting of vegetables but requires a certain skill to get it right. A bowl of  good rasam to drink or when  simply mixed with rice does not require any other additional item for &lt;i&gt;thottufying .How convenient!. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here are my points on whether you are a rasam lover or not!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1) For the record, sambar is not a glorified rasam just because it has more dal or vegetables. Also, this doesn't mean rasam is the poor man's version of diluted sambar. They are DIFFERENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2) This brings me to the second point, there IS a fine difference between the rasam podi and sambar podi. They are not the same and if you use the same podi for both it is criminal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3) Rasam has different sub strata like soil and each has a different taste and consistency. Mixing them all with your ladle every now and then while serving is also bad practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4) Its OK if you call rasam the 'south indian soup' because i think it IS comfort food and rasam forms the base for most indianized soups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5) I think the best rasams are from the tambrahm households. We do not accept store bought podis however if the source of podi is from say ambika,777 or maybe grand snacks it is acceptable but not on a regular basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6) I've always thought the unique taste of rasam is a combination of different things . Its not like sambar where it cannot go wrong. Rasam can go wrong - the time you let it boil, the correct quantity of podi, the consistency of your dal and how well you dilute it repeatedly to get the "chaaru". Old people may call it 'kaimanam' (literally taste of your hand?) and i tend to agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you don't like rasam,maybe you have not had the perfect bowl yet. If you still think you don't like it , i only feel sorry for you!. &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/8013435196170410091-8780457783743927819?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8780457783743927819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=8780457783743927819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/8780457783743927819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/8780457783743927819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/rasam.html' title='Rasam'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-9054838632096044342</id><published>2011-10-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:24:27.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Around 8 years back, i was trying to meddle with  html and css code during my semester vacation. Thanks to an animation course I was enrolled in, my tutor introduced me to modifying code on blogger. around the same time, sriram introduced me to blogspot and I started writing. Like it usually does, I excitedly wrote something every day, waited for somebody to comment and then realized i needed popularity. During the same time, sriram introduced me to Orkut and i proudly typed my blog url on my profile where it used to say 'website'. And slowly, as the no. of  posts increased I also realized i was writing because i wanted to  write and not because i wanted others to read. The posts were silly, childish and mostly a rant - about college,work,friends and life in general. Those silly moments when we used to tag each other with sillier questions, get awards and  jumping around claiming to own the blogosphere. Thinking about it now,what really attracted me was the amazing circle of friends and acquaintances I made along the way. There was always Rad's comforting posts on family,friendship and work, Nandini's cheerful profile pic and cheerful comments, schmetterling and silveranklet's girly talks, nivi and dd's book reviews, corgitos's(mahathi) school and college recounts, Adi's posts on everything from bombay to svce, nirmal's on linux and minnale.., dandilas carnatic tribute..the list just grew. then there was this exclusive class of people who I thought wrote really well and sometimes a rare comment from them on my post would make my day..the exclusive ones were suze's iima life, coconut chutney, AC and jalsa-jilpa. Slowly, we had blogger meets(i skipped quite a few) and added each other online. Our discussions on posts continued offline. Life moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Today we have all moved on to twitter. The whole bunch of us ! AND many of us have stopped writing. There is this weird connection - we know a lot about each other at the same time we have no qualms showing #outrage on one another. If something sucked, we made sure they knew it. I can think of numerous instances where I stood corrected .In the blogging world, our judgments are very fair indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To the whole lot!- Cheers. i know you guys are lurking around and I am in touch with all of you (mentioned above), if you still have your blogger account active ,drop in a line. It's been ages! AND PLEASE WRITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PS: I think i had some  some 500 odd posts in 2009 and talk about messing with code- i lost them all when i tried migrating to wordpress. It doesn't matter  cos I didn't lose that wonderful circle of friends all over the world! #senti &lt;/span&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/8013435196170410091-9054838632096044342?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9054838632096044342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=9054838632096044342&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/9054838632096044342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/9054838632096044342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog.html' title='#blog'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-2295624076432333727</id><published>2011-10-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T09:49:13.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Spain and ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loIW1GCQs08/TodB05B4ucI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/wAjh1Zi8zVA/s1600/IMG_8149.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loIW1GCQs08/TodB05B4ucI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/wAjh1Zi8zVA/s200/IMG_8149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658563833732053442" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;all the sickness!. In the month of June it was decided that we have my in-laws's 60th celebrations aka &lt;i&gt;sashtiyapthapoorthi&lt;/i&gt; in September and not in 2012. Any trip to india is almost always combined with numerous other social/ religious functions and a trip to the consulate. Having decided the 'activities' we started scrambling for the available 'leaves' and came up with close to 3 weeks of vacation. We also decided that this time we are taking a stop-over vacation on our way. The place of course was entirely dependent on the route , flying time &amp;amp; cost. So if it were eithad flying to istanbul or iberia to valencia, if the other two factors worked- that was our destination!. and so we landed in Madrid. oh we also managed to watch ZNMD a few weeks before we left and we were quite happy with our choice rather priceline's choice. The plan was to spend a week in Spain &amp;amp; Portugal get ourselves soaked in everything Gothic and eat tapas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-247o-TLR9p0/TodBoBBQqNI/AAAAAAAAK4Q/FTnMvnMeAH8/s1600/IMG_8049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-247o-TLR9p0/TodBoBBQqNI/AAAAAAAAK4Q/FTnMvnMeAH8/s200/IMG_8049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658563612538611922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But...lady luck had a different plan. We had an early morning departure to NY from Austin and the previous night i was literally on the floor clutching my stomach and howling. Till today it remains a mystery - i was fine till the evening &amp;amp; then something happened. I threw up a few times and went to sleep. basically i was giving my husband the fright of his life and we still hadn't packed. He managed to throw a bunch of stuff after my weak instructions and we left to the airport. I knew all the clothes &amp;amp; stuff i intended to carry were definitely not there in those suitcases. Starting from barely making it to the gate to the earthquake in NY everything then on was a hassle. I was still sick and by the time we managed to reach Madrid ,take the train to barcelona (must add :with my level 1 Spanish skills) and check in to our hotel we were in a mess. Enough of misery - now to Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MHKouosM4Q/TodBbyjGneI/AAAAAAAAK4I/ogHNRDG4ERY/s1600/IMG_8007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MHKouosM4Q/TodBbyjGneI/AAAAAAAAK4I/ogHNRDG4ERY/s200/IMG_8007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658563402495598050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lovely lovely city. There is so much you can do even if you have a few hrs to spare. The first thing that attracted me was you don't *really* need to know espanol. Most of the signboards, trains,buses,menus are in English. if you carry a pocket book it is more than sufficient to converse with shopkeepers and cab drivers. Secondly, I personally love cities that have a good public transportation system. I enjoy reading the subway maps and taking the metro rail everywhere.In Barcelona,all the tourist spots have a metro station outside. Plus, you have the &lt;a href="http://www.barcelonabusturistic.cat/web/guest;jsessionid=42E815F15C23FFF4C2DEF2E8E22DA26D"&gt;Bus turistica&lt;/a&gt; -which is your hop on - hop off ducky tour. You can get upto a week's pass and I would say that is the best way to see the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkANOmOZbPQ/Toc9LRonQTI/AAAAAAAAK4A/0nLFoI3Jd8w/s1600/IMG_7956.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkANOmOZbPQ/Toc9LRonQTI/AAAAAAAAK4A/0nLFoI3Jd8w/s200/IMG_7956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658558720735920434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The above pic is the La Sagrada Familia - (kind of the Taj for us).it's one of Antonio Gaudi's famous church still under construction. So Antonio Gaudi is this famous architect guy Spaniards worship.Most of his works are what Barcelona boasts of. One such treat to the eye is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Park_G%C3%BCell"&gt;Park Guell&lt;/a&gt;. If you have go to Barcelona  you have to see this massive church.its checklist no 1. very Gothic and again - massive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The next highlight is Camp Nou aka the Barcelona football stadium. The most amazing 3hrs of my life. I have no words to describe the museum, the jerseys and cups, the history and finally the field itself. what a turf!So they have these audios recorded on a typical match day and when you sit in the stadium they play the audio to give you a feel of the atmosphere . Goosebumps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In the meanwhile, i was still sick trying to gather all my strength by eating biscuits and drinking juice. Had to drag myself  everywhere and as things got worse my husband decided to cancel Portugal and haul our asses back to Chennai. We decided to spend the rest of the trip in Spain and covered Montjuic and Madrid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Barcelona has some pretty beaches and a very scenic coastal side. (Costa Brava). Costa Brava is like a day trip and you might need to rent a car although there are trains and buses with minimal service. Montjuic is this mini Ooty kind of hill and there is a cable car that gives you a panaromic view of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Honestly, i don't remember much of Madrid. I was on this bus tour the whole day - saw palaces and royal buildings and oh for the european feel we stayed in a cosy hostel!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyhow, things were back to normal once I was home and now I really wish we had made it to Portugal also :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1) Carry plenty of change for the metro rail and buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2) Have a pocket english-espanol book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3) Barcelona is the pick pocketing capital of Europe. Yep, be very very wary of your phones,wallets,camera etc. Thankfully we didn't lose much  but a cab driver snatched money from my hands and ran away while i was figuring out sienta y seis and counting with my fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4) Do NOT miss the tapas!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5) Spain is the land of perfumes and saffron. You get perfumes ,the original ones which ar eusually priced 20%lesser than it costs in the US. Saffron - a box of 50- 75gms is 1Euro!. Compare it to  10$ in the US or  roughly 200- 250INR. Stock up on your fav scents and spice!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8013435196170410091-2295624076432333727?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2295624076432333727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=2295624076432333727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/2295624076432333727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/2295624076432333727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/spain-and.html' title='Spain and ...'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loIW1GCQs08/TodB05B4ucI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/wAjh1Zi8zVA/s72-c/IMG_8149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-5021374347810788017</id><published>2011-08-01T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:09:35.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;I wanted to write something about how hot this summer '11 has been and dang! &lt;a href="http://nrimaami.wordpress.com/2011/07/31/hot-hot-hot/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;NRI Maami&lt;/a&gt;had to say it all in her post and now it would definitely look like I copy-pasted it. But here it goes..&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It has been 4 years since I moved to Texas and I only see the summers getting intolerable each year. Agreed, I am from chennai and that's where i lived for most parts.. but i have never sulked so much about the heat. And i sat down to write this post as to why I think I didn't crib back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A) Chennai perennially had just one climate and maybe i thought that was the only weather that existed until maybe i was 10years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B) We had ice creams, kulfi, mangoes and coconut water. Do you need anything else to beat the heat? I mean when your entire day involved in planning how to get to the beach with your cousins, steal an extra mango slice from paati(she had the skin peeled-ready-to eat and straight out of the fridge) and beg amma to make icecream ( hear you food bloggers - back then ammas and perimas made the best "paal-ice"- aavin milk, sugar.that's it. no fancy-schmancy ingredients and no 200$ Cuisinart equipments) why would you care about the "heat"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;C) May was supposedly the hottest month and we had annual vacation. we were all packed and sent out to some cousins house and we stayed indoors playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So when did I start cribbing about the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As a teenager I used to crib that my school uniform was pathetic ( Terri-wool yea right) and the three piece torture made it very uncomfortable esp during PT periods. But come 11th and 12th those coveted PT periods were anyway in automatic-maths/phy/chemistry conversion mode so I was spared from getting an already brown skin look like tar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High school and college also meant extra classes, tuitions, semester exams which were always during May and I didn't have the guts to say 'i don't want to study'. I just said ' Veyyil adikardhu irritate pannadha'. (boy, did i have logic or what?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now, coming back to reality this texas heat is killing. The sun wakes you up at 6AM which is an ungodly hour and it sets at 9:30PM by which time most restaurants close. And psychologically, I somehow don't feel hungry till it is quite dark outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ants. Who would have thought of these? yes, expect ants to visit you every hour. i'm talking in hundreds.Spray ant repellents overnight and by next afternoon they are there. If it were an apartment i would call the leasing office and not bother about it cos it's their business .Not anymore.I have to study about ants, talk to people at home depot, go home and check what kind of ants they are (there are 26 apparently) and get the right product. Or don't have a fancy lawn or garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which brings me back to the next topic- grass. I am now a sucker for all things home. i shop,read,plan,dream and spend my free time on home decor. My backyard grass is now brown and crunchy.I hate to walk on it and my friend's two year old came to me and said "your grass hurts my feet". People say there is nothing you can do about it but i don't want to lose hope. Maybe next summer ain't this bad but if all this global warming is true i really wish we can do something about it. (like not have a huge lawn and watering them daily thereby saving your county from a drought :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So all i have been doing this summer is setting up the house, cribbing about how hot it is and having truckload of friends drop in every weekend. It has been fun paying high utility bills and trying to recreate summer recipes. (like buttermilk and mango shake).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope the summer everywhere else is tolerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz verano!&lt;/div&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/8013435196170410091-5021374347810788017?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5021374347810788017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=5021374347810788017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5021374347810788017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5021374347810788017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-11_01.html' title='Summer &apos;11'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-8502231986490507514</id><published>2011-06-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:39:37.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My grandparents made their maiden trip to the US of A. My uncle drove my grandparents, his 2yr old son and wife from Houston to Niagara.The journey has been narrated multiple times over the last 25 years.Apparently,It took them 6 days by car. Hand written maps , home made food to last the journey and just one photo - a prim faced family with the view of the falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My maiden trip with family to US of A( &amp;amp; of course Niagara). This time it was my bil who drove my parents,his parents, his wife and a jetlagged- me. Probably a 3hr journey from Pitssburgh and I was too sleepy to look around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My first reaction after seeing her(the falls) was plain :o. (I'm obviously talking about the Canadian side!:P). The only difference from the trip my g'parents made 30years ago was we had a garmin gps. Which meant, we erm didn't get lost (mostly!) but hey! we didnt have reviews, online tickets and wait a minute Apps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, we still had to find our way for decent indian food for most parts , had to cringe looking at stale food/dirty restrooms/shut restaurants  (cos there were no reviews to read) ,had no clue when our flights were delayed AND (we didnt get points for the numerous check-ins .sigh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;June 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i decided to surprise my inlaws for their wedding anniv and took them to Niagara. It was the first niagara visit for them &amp;amp; my hubby and i had to pick this one - It was Grand Canyon,Niagra or Mt Rushmore. Tickets to Rushmore were insane, Grand canyon was ruled out because of obvious reasons( u club it with Sedona and las vegas dont ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and so it was Option1. So basically the trip was to cross one more destination in the patel check-list.(if you know what i mean!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My good friend DD gave me 1 awesome tip - Get the Discovery pass . Seriously, if you book the discovery pass online you save 20bucks per ticket plus you get the special darshan queue respect every time. highly recommend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So this is how our trip started - Southewst App alert on Sun morning indicating flight schedule. Flight on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Reach buffalo. Scan  app for frequent flier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Figure out restaurants and reviews on our way to the restaurant itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Proceed to the hotel which was a stone's throw from the falls. Check-in. Scan  app for membership rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Walk to the Falls. Use the discovery pass. Spend the rest of your vacation (using apps&amp;amp; becoming a Mayor) and find time to relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Although much fun was had with the family, we spent a considerable amount of time using all kind of apps and check-in points. The trip was perfect in everysense - no delays anywhere, no problems with food or stay but I think I would have loved to be on a car for 5 days without a GPS just like in the 70's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think this will be the last time at niagra falls unless of course we move to Buffalo or Detroit or Toronto (in which case it becomes unavoidobale).&lt;/span&gt;And honestly,i was not spell bound this time. What attracted me this time were the food trucks, hard rock cafe (they opened last year i hear) and the wonderfully shot movie about the falls in imax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PS: the probability of bumping into your school friend /neighbor/ neighbor's kids/ grad school friends(with wife)/ grad school friends (with wife &amp;amp; kids) are HIGH. The blue /yellow raincoat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;with hood is pretty useless if you want to dunk your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013435196170410091-8502231986490507514?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8502231986490507514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=8502231986490507514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/8502231986490507514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/8502231986490507514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip.html' title='The trip'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-6833920735872671542</id><published>2011-03-31T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:01:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new home buyers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tik1q7TAIQk/TZUXwFkL8VI/AAAAAAAAKCc/KC5EV1YnGgU/s1600/front3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tik1q7TAIQk/TZUXwFkL8VI/AAAAAAAAKCc/KC5EV1YnGgU/s200/front3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590400627345453394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We closed on a house today. Having said that, this happens to be one of the biggest days in my life post wedding.It is a big thing &amp;amp; although it is exciting to be a new home buyer our emotions are pretty much "yeah..thank god" and not just "yahoo!". lol,i think it is understandable when you have your income tied up to a mortgage company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;for the next 30yrs!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We have searched around austin for the last 1yr and during this process i can pretty much say we have scored an A in housebuying 101. Here is probably the top 10 things that I learned / observed over the last 10months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Don't try to fit in 'everybody's lifestyle into yours while searching - accept it- you dont have friends/relatives who visit you every week unlike in India. it doesn't really matter if you have just 1 guest bedroom and you think of what if uncle a &amp;amp; uncle b visit at the same time. the chances are slim. Things like having a basement, fireplace is common in the east coast while a large backyard in common in tx. Basically it depends on what you want and not how you would fit somebody else. (exceptions of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- re-sale,re-sale,re-sale. in India, you buy one house and you live there all your life.your kids,grandkids everybody will continue to live there. People move out in 5yrs in the US. desi/non-desi. You grow out of it pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;If you are buying a previously owned home, do not add value to aesthetic stuff(like they show in model homes). Adding square footage makes sense. If you buy a house which has a main road passing right behind you,chances that you can sell the house are very less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- model homes are like a model. dont get carried away. they attract buyers with aesthetic details that you can't help but admire the hand carved front door.In reality, nobody sees your front door.You enter through the garage :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- sales consultants at new home builders/new sub-divisions can fleece you.beware of all the fine print.(this applies to most common things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- You cannot like a house,talk to their owners and come to an agreement. People dont show you houses if you dont have a realtor. Same for selling.In fact you never meet your sellers. its all mediated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Apart from important facts like property tax,mortagages and numbers when you begin home search make a list of things that you absolutely want- for ex- we wanted a self contained community(gym,pool,hall blah blah)all inside, exemplary rated school districts etc. Also for the last 2 yrs we were the only indians living in our apt community (although it had its own perks) often we felt the need for a good desi gang.you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-getting a good realtor is very very crucial.u dont want to move around with an used car salesman who is trying to push you something. get somebody who knows the city well and is patient &amp;amp; straightforward. it usually works thru referrals. although our realtor is 75 and has a poor memory(cant blame her) she has told us on face how she disliked a particular house (when we thought we liked it).you want someone who can point the negatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- credit score- this is the fun and tricky part. when you like a particular house, the process is multi tiered. one of the things that are often scrutinized are credit scores. u might think everything is perfect but remember even little things can make or break a deal.let me give u an ex:so the bank determines whether ur worthy of a loan.they pull your credit score and depending on how good or bad it is you get the loan. you can land up getting a smaller loan because your CS was marginally below the expected score.when we i moved from CA to TX time warner accounts had to be settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;two yrs later they had actually mailed us saying we were due 85$ for a modem. We settled it but this "due" gets carried on your credit report for 1yr and you are screwed. So when you start the home search, check your score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Paper work paper work paper work. Pages and pages of documents to read, understand and sign.Its a nightmare really.understanding the mortgage math by itself is a big deal. after that you have your insurance,property taxes,escrow,hoa -the list is endless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So,in short, the last1 yr we pretty much scored an A in housebuying 101.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Looking fwd to the settling down and setting up part over the next few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh, don't you just love my kitchen? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPbTu2oV-PA/TZUXmswec9I/AAAAAAAAKCU/ELjpw51IYTU/s1600/kitchen4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPbTu2oV-PA/TZUXmswec9I/AAAAAAAAKCU/ELjpw51IYTU/s200/kitchen4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590400466067289042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013435196170410091-6833920735872671542?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6833920735872671542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=6833920735872671542&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6833920735872671542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6833920735872671542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-home-buyers.html' title='The new home buyers'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tik1q7TAIQk/TZUXwFkL8VI/AAAAAAAAKCc/KC5EV1YnGgU/s72-c/front3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-2133054507942615058</id><published>2011-02-28T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:39:05.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkle tells me why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last week, Uncle pai's death was the talk of the town -(Twitter and Facebook I mean). One fine morning we all woke up and realized that he was actually 80+ and he died. It was not a shock - I have never tried to read about uncle pai or his health ever. I have to admit that i was a little guilty, cos i was trying to find every bit of news about Steve Job's health all these years but not about this great man who accounts for almost 60% of my childhood. I mean I know all of us have to die one day but for some weird reason i never "expected" uncle pai to die. Probably he was also a "character" engraved in mind along with shikari shambu, suppandi and Ajay. C'mon shambu cannot die right? Its like Mickey mouse- they are always there deep inside your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tinkle was probably the first book I ever read. 1st std maybe. My sister got a copy home from the school library and at that age all I wanted to do was get my hands on whatever she had. I initially followed only raghu and suppandi. I found shikari shambu boring, though I always drew his wife in my drawing notebook (i found her very cute). I skipped ajay and his adventures with his dog (Raja?) cos I actually got scared mid-way. Yeah. As years progressed, i read all except shikari shambu. This was when the obsession with Tinkle grew so much that my mom decided to get the annual subscription (after much pleading - 60rs a year was a LOT i guess). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I clearly remember our newspaper vendor throw in the tinkle on the 5th of every month. Sister and me had this rule that whoever gets to "touch" it first reads it first. 5th of every month we woke up very early. For almost 3 years. Years passed and Tinkle got bigger- the digests came out and then the much awaited "Holiday edition". For some reason holiday editions were never available at easwari lending library (always out on rounds and i have a good guess as to where it might have gone - dandilsa? :D). The scrawny man in the library insisted i read "Gokulam" and I used to make a face at him. Gokulam was way down in the ladder compared to Tinkle. Starting with in- attractive covers and too many "do it yourself" stuff than stories I had to fight with mom for buying tinkle and not Gokulam. (It was way cheaper than Tinkle though).Our only choice was to search  the higginbothams at central railway station. From then on, train rides just got better with Tinkle. I don't think there has been a single train journey -even an hr's trip like Chennai-Vellore without buying ourselves a copy of Tinkle. I would have written to Uncle Pai atleast 5 times asking him to publish my "It happened to me" ( most of it would have been a lie) and "Tinkle tells you why". In return, we used to get Uncle pai's handwritten letters saying he was sorry and a box of the most amazing erasers.(Very cute and colorful ones). what joy!. Looking back, he really is an awesome guy-imagine writing letters to children every single time.I wish i had those letters now. As years went by and five find outers, malory towers, nancy drew started getting more attention, i started lending Tinkle to younger cousins. But there was this special bond with Tinkle - i HAD to get it back from cousins.Losing it meant a big quarrel and parents had to pacify us. I actually read a couple of Tinkle digests last year - have to admit, the stories were very childish and I finished the comic in 5minutes but there is SOMETHING about those familiar faces- the illustration- the onomatopoeic words, kapish uncoiling his tail that makes it really really hard to resist a smile. It is truly a blast into the past - a familiar world that you wish you could jump right into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are about two huge boxes of Tinkle ( late 80's, early 90's and mid 90's) at home back in Chennai. Suddenly, they seem more valuable than they were earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uncle Pai, you are sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/8013435196170410091-2133054507942615058?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2133054507942615058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=2133054507942615058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/2133054507942615058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/2133054507942615058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/02/tinkle-tells-me-why.html' title='Tinkle tells me why....'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-1268080446938370591</id><published>2011-02-03T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:07:44.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We visited Mexico in Oct'10. Mexico has never been on a traveler's map until very recently. The city (Mexico city) is still crime infested and there are a lot of border issues. Though ours was not a 'vacation' in the true spirit (we had family there and we spent catching up ) nevertheless i would highly recommend Mexico if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a) you are a big fan of mexican street food - which is not your typical 'mexican cuisine' and is NOT vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;b) you like artifacts, handicrafts, junk tribal jewelery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;c) margaritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you live in the US, a trip to Mexico is definitely worth it. Also, you no longer need a visa and you can get one on arrival. How convenient!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-br4vC3aegEU/TX-qkWh0TuI/AAAAAAAAJ_s/wsf8rU4-wmE/s1600/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-br4vC3aegEU/TX-qkWh0TuI/AAAAAAAAJ_s/wsf8rU4-wmE/s200/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584369604462137058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like i mentioned in my previous posts, you don't need to like these to go on a holiday to Mexico. These might just add more 'value' to your trip!. Of course, places like Cancun and Cabos are true 'holiday' destinations and very touristy. I recommend adding any of the places below to complete your itinerary because these cities truly bring out the Mexican culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We stayed at Queretaro. &lt;b&gt;It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt; is a state in central México and is one of the popiular non beach destinations and is a very small village. Unless you have family there - nobody visits. Just to give you a comparison, would you recommend say Arakonam to somebody visiting south India? T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;he State of Querétaro offers many interesting cultural and natural attractions, thanks to its diverse geography and to its crucial role in Mexican history. Three W&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;orld heritage sites&lt;/span&gt;, a Pueblo Bernal, the first vineyards in America (Tequisquiapan and surroundings), beautiful haciendas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as well as lush natural scenery are only part of what visitors enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUT4NTHSWNc/TX-qaBhNDWI/AAAAAAAAJ_k/0QMnvjhrQnA/s1600/IMG_5982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUT4NTHSWNc/TX-qaBhNDWI/AAAAAAAAJ_k/0QMnvjhrQnA/s200/IMG_5982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584369427023727970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Guadalajara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Our next stop was at Guadalajara - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Mexico’s second-largest city.It is the ultimate fusion of the past and present. Guadalajara’s heart is the CentroHistorico, where meticulously preserved buildings from the colonial era provide a picturesque backdrop. The city has brightly coloured walls in red orange and blue and Mexican ice cream is a must have. Once can spend the day just by eating local fare, shopping trinkets and paying a visit to the lovely churches around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBmmDv9pqPU/TX-qRm8367I/AAAAAAAAJ_c/ZW6RC9549Lg/s1600/IMG_5947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBmmDv9pqPU/TX-qRm8367I/AAAAAAAAJ_c/ZW6RC9549Lg/s200/IMG_5947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584369282453072818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGBdk1i3hq8/TX-qLyxE6lI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/UeLDsfHvlAQ/s1600/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGBdk1i3hq8/TX-qLyxE6lI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/UeLDsfHvlAQ/s200/IMG_5927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584369182545603154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Teotihuacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our final destination was the ancient city of pyramids.The early history of Teotihuacan is quite mysterious, and the origin of its founders is debated. For many years, archaeologists believed it was built by the Toltec. Other scholars have put forth the Totonac people as the founders of Teotihuacan. There is evidence that at least some of the people living in Teotihuacan came from areas influenced by the Teotihuacano civilization, including the Zapotec,Mixtec and Maya people. The Pyramid of Sun and moon is definitely worth a climb (i stopped half way. it was really steep!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-JIa6bjuqY/TX-qG8ieLNI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/K4iYO05apjY/s1600/IMG_5922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-JIa6bjuqY/TX-qG8ieLNI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/K4iYO05apjY/s200/IMG_5922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584369099269352658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8013435196170410091-1268080446938370591?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1268080446938370591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=1268080446938370591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/1268080446938370591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/1268080446938370591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/02/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-br4vC3aegEU/TX-qkWh0TuI/AAAAAAAAJ_s/wsf8rU4-wmE/s72-c/IMG_6066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-4130962559759323050</id><published>2010-12-20T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:48:11.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Toffee Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When I was around 8 or 10 years old, our neighbor, fondly called &lt;i&gt;bhai mami&lt;/i&gt; migrated to Australia. her sister moved in to take care of the house. &lt;i&gt;bhai mami&lt;/i&gt; made trips every may/june and we knew she had come just by looking at her beautiful garden. while she was gone, the gardener and her sister didn't pay much attention to the numerous shrubs and plants. I think this was the only  reason mami made trips every year. - to look after her plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So enough background. Once during her annual visit, i was waiting for my school van outside her gate, mami asked me if I had tasted sticky toffee pudding. I asked her if she was talking about '&lt;i&gt;caramilk&lt;/i&gt;' - the toffee that used to stick all over your teeth. she smiled and said pudding. I didn't know what she was talking about. The entire day, for some weird reason, i was thinking about sticky toffee pudding. Like how you develop images of the fictional characters in your head while you read a book, i had this vague image of a gooey brown pudding in caramel sauce. trust me, i had no idea how i made up that image but somehow i thought it has to be sticky toffee- (think 10 caramilk chocolates melted ) and it has to be pudding - which i assumed should be something like upma but more gooey. I badly wanted to eat it. Eat that image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After a few days i completely forgot about it. Turn the clock and i didn't think about it nor did i read it anywhere for the next 17 years, until 3 weeks back.  A lazy Sunday evening and we were flipping through channels - and all of a sudden we were on food network and the gorgeous calire robinson said "the best thing i have ever had gooey - sticky toffee pudding".   Say whaa? * scream *. I literally jumped from the couch. There i saw claire talking about the best sticky toffee pudding she ever had  in Colorado. To my shock and amusement, the pudding looked exactly the way I had it drawn inside my head. Exactly. I was just thrilled and I knew this was something I badly wanted to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The rest of the story is predictable. No, my husband didn't think buying tickets to colarado was a good idea :D. I discovered a place which is actually called the sticky toffee pudding company and guess where they are based out of? surprise surpise, Austin!. And within 15mins, there I am standing in whole foods :D. Four cups in just 10 days, I swear I have never craved for anything so badly. this is one hell of a dessert and my absolute weakness. Next time you are at WF, you absolutely gotta try this out. it is $3.99 btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013435196170410091-4130962559759323050?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4130962559759323050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=4130962559759323050&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/4130962559759323050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/4130962559759323050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/12/sticky-toffee-pudding.html' title='Sticky Toffee Pudding'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-6785998093747089230</id><published>2010-12-18T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:24:53.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of ppl have been asking me about our trip to Hawaii - where did you stay? how many days? what to see? which island?etc etc. We visited Hawaii during the last week of may/ first week of June for a week.the best part of travelling to Hawaii is not just colorful flip flops but you can go there anytime of the year -beautiful weather!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2PUG2ieTNk/TX2X3v0RQHI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/MPpfNMjisIA/s1600/IMG_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2PUG2ieTNk/TX2X3v0RQHI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/MPpfNMjisIA/s200/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786096993583218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The state of Hawaii basically encompasses thousands of islands, an archipelago, but there are only six prominent islands that are the vacation spots. Kauai, Oahu,Molokai, Lanai, Maui and the big island. The big island is called Hawaii. I have hardly heard people say they went to Kauai or Molokai exclusively but of course if you happen to be in the real housewives of Beverly hills you may own a piece of land there. Oahu, Maui and Hawaii are the most popular destinations and I would say the safe options. If you live in LA or Florida, and you think going to Hawaii is not a good idea because beaches look the same everywhere, let me tell you will be awfully shocked. Being vegetarians (which means no sea food) and not a big fan of water sports either, i still managed to have a great time. The options are plenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioGeY4V-J_A/TX2XrFVounI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/Ki6UXpZLdSE/s1600/IMG_4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioGeY4V-J_A/TX2XrFVounI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/Ki6UXpZLdSE/s200/IMG_4169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583785879432378994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oahu - Oahu is the third largest island and is home to the popular Waikiki beach and Honolulu city. The south shore of Oahu is just like any other american city. Traffic, road signs, taco bell and the likes. You do not see the beach until you reach Waikiki and the drives are ordinary. Once you reach Waikiki, it becomes Florida. Hotel chains &amp;amp; a crowded beach. If you plan to go to Oahu and want a 'safe' option - stay here. You get plenty of good hotels and deals, you have ducky tours, numerous dining options and oh,you are sure to bump into someone you know. On the contrary, the north shore is just out of NatGeo. Once you hit the famous Kamehameha highway, it is one of the most scenic drives ever. Imagine a mountain to your right and an ocean to the left in every possible shade of blue,green and silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGb7SqJV110/TX2XcHv0g_I/AAAAAAAAJ-M/CAMhI3vBiVM/s1600/IMG_3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGb7SqJV110/TX2XcHv0g_I/AAAAAAAAJ-M/CAMhI3vBiVM/s200/IMG_3964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583785622381036530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9fXr_MzWMs/TX2XNugz9II/AAAAAAAAJ-E/XHk2VOXsNK0/s1600/IMG_3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9fXr_MzWMs/TX2XNugz9II/AAAAAAAAJ-E/XHk2VOXsNK0/s200/IMG_3788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583785375089030274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feOCPKWvVow/TX2W4Bape4I/AAAAAAAAJ98/poQIB6sWc9o/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good/bad? part is, there is just one resort in the entire North Shore - The turtle bay. No inns,lodges,motels. Just Turtle Bay. I think they own most part of the the North shore. The turtle bay resort is where we stayed and for once, it was worth the $$$. It IS on the higher side, BUT if you plan a few months earlier, you can get some kickass deals. ( flight + car rental + resort). This resort basically has everything from horse riding along the shore, kayaking, helicopter rides, snorkeling, gyms/hot tubs/ yada yada. It is so self sufficient that for the price you pay, you ought to spend at least 2 days just in the resort. They have a couple of expensive restaurants. We tried an elaborate breakfast and our anniversary dinner there..but for rest of the meals we were out sight seeing and managed to find something. Also, they rent scooters - so you can bike 20 mins and reach the closest pizza hut. We were there for a week so i pretty much stocked up bread,cereal ..the essentials from 7/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feOCPKWvVow/TX2W4Bape4I/AAAAAAAAJ98/poQIB6sWc9o/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feOCPKWvVow/TX2W4Bape4I/AAAAAAAAJ98/poQIB6sWc9o/s200/IMG_3770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583785002206329730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Things to see in Oahu: If you are a fan of LOST, turtle bay owns the shooting spot. You can have a picnic , kayak or wait on the sands to see if jack turns up.:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hanauma Bay- The best ocean view and the best place to snorkel. They sell snorkeling gears and take care of your belongings. It is a lovely experience. Seeing colourful reefs and fishes live under the ocean is not something you do often.So do not miss it. I don't know how to swim and i still managed to snorkel in 5-8ft of water just to see Nemo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Diamond head crater - Hike, Bike &amp;amp; scenic views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dole Pineapple Plantation - Oahu is the place for pineapples!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Polynesian Cultural center - Get those tickets from their website for good deals. You need a day here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Waikiki beach - for the check mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pearl Harbour - Same as above. Nothing spectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Japanese temple - Brilliant, esp the scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are numerous bus tours which covers the vista points, tourist attractions and drops you off at Waikiki. I would suggest taking this bus and finish them off on your last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you plan to spend more than 4 days, do visit another island. You can buy tickets on the same day and they are inexpensive. The flight is probably not more than an hr. We went to the big island just to view the active volcanoes. We thought it would be great to see orange lava flowing into the ocean, the crater, fumes etc. Once reaching there, we were told that the lava flow changes everyday and was inaccessible  because of extreme wind. However, you can pay $$$ for a helicopter ride in the night and you can see the florescent orange. We decided to skip it.  The day in Hawaii was just about the volcanoes, the gases, crater ( a really massive one) and a couple of scenic points. We would have rather gone to Maui (they have the best snorkeling) but we have never seen craters..and black sand beaches &amp;amp; we didn't want to carry our bathing suits again!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The local people are extremely friendly, ever smiling (because of the weather?) and their lifestyle is so different from mainland america that you might think you are in a different country all together. If you love sea food, this is the best place &amp;amp; yelp has some really good reviews on the best 'fish kadai'. If you have plenty of time, request the Hawaii brochure from gohawaii.com and you get a book that tells you everything about the islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I highly recommend turtle bay resort ( their panacotta as well) if you plan to go to Oahu. The fishing village that dot the north shores are home to wonderful shopping as well - trinkets, colorful summer dresses and cute souvenirs.  Hawaii is the place for Macademia nuts ,coconuts &amp;amp; pineapples. If you are in the adventurous mood, don't hesitate to try the gazillion desserts that are made from these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Questions are welcome :-) &lt;/span&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/8013435196170410091-6785998093747089230?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6785998093747089230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=6785998093747089230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6785998093747089230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6785998093747089230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/12/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2PUG2ieTNk/TX2X3v0RQHI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/MPpfNMjisIA/s72-c/IMG_4318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-8335467997300205254</id><published>2010-11-19T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T06:39:00.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It has been quite a while after all. Re-reading my previous post, my trip to India in aug/sep was not quite legendary.it was horrible - i lost my beloved grandmother when i was there. it would have been painful to see her suffer even if she had pulled through, but it is difficult to lose someone you grew up with. that aside, and a host of other Indian functions i hardly had time to do anything else.the traffic was insane, the prices were ridiculous and for the very first time &lt;i&gt;gangotree&lt;/i&gt; sucked. yes, it was so unclean - there was a hair in my&lt;i&gt; pani puri&lt;/i&gt;, a cockroach going under those lighted sweet stalls, AND a ridiculously small plate of &lt;i&gt;bhel puri&lt;/i&gt;. My heart sank. I am off again for 3 weeks from christmas until pongal &amp;amp; i hope its a good trip. a brand new nephew and a host of other functions this time as well. but, i find it hard to fight back tears when i  think of entering my house and not seeing my &lt;i&gt;paati&lt;/i&gt; on that old rocking chair. Life is unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013435196170410091-8335467997300205254?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8335467997300205254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=8335467997300205254&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/8335467997300205254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/8335467997300205254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/11/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-5903986359582073932</id><published>2010-07-15T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:15:30.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;for the last few days , i have been humming the famous sorgamey endralum song non stop. after years (10 or 15) i got down to actually see the video along with the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-- this song for some reason happens to be my 8am song especially if the annual india trip is somewhere around the corner. do you have 8am songs? i do. - (usually the first song that comes to my mind when i wake up ). over the years there have been even tv commercial songs, classical, slokas basically anything that comes to my mind right after i wake up. have to admit, but there was this paper wala guy in my street back in chennai, who used to call out for old newspapers and plastic items. He actually used to sing paper-plastic and the way he called out was a catchy tune that my sister &amp;amp; myself couldn't resist practicing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-- In the video, gowthami and pandiarajan actually portray Singapore  "alien" to them. Lol!. If there is one country that is as much  indian as it can get, it has to be S'pore. Tamil is their official language so you can imagine. On a family vacation to S'pore few years back, a cab driver (non-desi) actually spoke in tamil to my dad asking him about naadi josiyam!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-- I am looking for Ipod docking station with speakers. Do you own one? Any recommendations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-- On a  totally different note, cutting down on rice really does magic to our body. We have not had rice for the last 7 -8 meals and man, it sure does feel lighter and very flattering . It is seriously tough to give up completely but for starters, this works!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-- I also need restaurant recommendations in chennai/bengaluru. It is going to be legen-wait for it-dary this time in chennaipattinam!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013435196170410091-5903986359582073932?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5903986359582073932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=5903986359582073932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5903986359582073932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5903986359582073932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-last-few-days-i-have-been-humming.html' title=''/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-6257898509324905984</id><published>2010-06-17T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:30:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everyday i religiously check Google reader at least thrice. I want people to blog often. Unfortunately today i realized as much as I want them to write, I guess it has been a really long time since i posted anything myself!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One can attribute laziness or a hectic life for not blogging, in my case i would say it was the sheer lack of thought!. (i admit i am lazy too!). Whatever little i want to say i tweet!. and i forget about it in 10seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;++ I wake up to the sound of FIFA every morning; Sadly i know nothing about the game but you cannot help it if your better half religiously follows it on TV &amp;amp; Online at the same time.( I wonder why).At any given time there are 5 windows - nba,fifa, and three wikipedia/google pages about some player or team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;++We have been watching too many movies off late;. Inspired by an uncle who once told us he has watched the top 100 movies of the century, we decided to follow the same. now, if you have any questions about blockbuster or netflix you know whom to ask. i personally feel your local public library has a better &amp;amp; friendly service though!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;++Also been travelling quite a bit. 5 trips to CA , 1 to DC and 1 to Hawaii; The annual india trip is a few months away &amp;amp; luckily this yr i will be making it twice!. If any of you making plans to hawaii i can give you more than enough information and help you decide ( And not confuse!). Trust me. The trip by itself deserves a separate post me thinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;++ I am thinking of going back to school to pursue a long lost &amp;amp; given up dream that has finally decided to resurface again. Mass communication &amp;amp; Journalism!. Got the admits but yet to decide if i will pursue it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;++ Ok, my patience levels are running low at the moment..i have ntg to say..but i am watching Raavan tmrw ( unfortunately in austin they decided not to screen raavanan; ). Attending bombay jayashree concert on saturday. And volunteering for a bone marrow drive on Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;++ Having too many aunts &amp;amp; uncles on facebook. Maybe they should rename it to Family book. i thought only in india all the mamis and neighbours came to you &amp;amp; asked two questions. If you are single - "When are you getting married"?. If you are married, " Any good news". Now that i fall under the second category, it is quite amusing &amp;amp; annoying to find my mother's thirupugazh class maamis asking me on facebook if i have "some" good news. Sigh. Oh wait, no i don't btw!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;++ Alright ppl, i think the next time i post it will be one of those random weekday afternoons when i am utterly bored &amp;amp;  jobless!.&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/8013435196170410091-6257898509324905984?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6257898509324905984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=6257898509324905984&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6257898509324905984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6257898509324905984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/06/musings.html' title='musings'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-5551193702916649097</id><published>2010-03-08T15:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:12:48.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have been wanting to write this for quite sometime and this morning after reading somebody else write about it i decided to post it myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why travelling within the states is a torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yes, you have read it right. i consider it one of the biggest and most irking things ever - security checks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i agree that the people here are paranoid of security and they have a reason to be.but sometimes it just takes the life out of you and makes you feel what-the-hell. Let me tell you the list of things i simply hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- To remove your shoes, belts, and coats. It is a pain to wear them again and it is not possible without them either esp during winter. Atleast women have the choice of not wearing a belt but most men do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- They will let you go if they hear a beep. period. i have had problems with bangles. i removed them. i had problems with chains. i removed them. and the list just grows..so when i travel with my mother/mother-in-law i hate to see them being hassled and asking them to remove their thali. i find it absurd. Just because you let terrorists carrying bombs in their underwear doesnt mean you cannot respect religious sentiments. I have seen them ask passengers remove their turbans, purdah's etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-My father had a small metal travel comb for the last 43 years.He has traveled extensively in Europe and the Gulf and just when he landed in the US they had to throw it away. Why? because you cannot carry metal combs inside the US. Note- 'inside'. Anywhere else in the world it is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Customer service is horrible.In-flight service is even bad and there is absolutely nothing you can get to eat/drink as a complimentary service.(Southwest excused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- George Clooney can make the whole process look so simple in the movie 'Up in the air' but in real life it doesn't seem that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pls feel free to add more if you know..i read about this in this &lt;a href="http://arvindc.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&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/8013435196170410091-5551193702916649097?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5551193702916649097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=5551193702916649097&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5551193702916649097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5551193702916649097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-been-wanting-to-write-this-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-2494875930408518197</id><published>2009-09-24T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:58:27.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Came across this article on Augmented Reality - to people who are not familiar with this term, it refers to the millions of apps that people create for Iphone and Android, most of which are yet to be released. Out of the top 6 AR apps available, the first one is TwitAround - this lets you find fellow tweeters around you by just flipping your iphone. Sounds really cool. I don't understand - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do you *really* want to know who tweets around you? Maybe if you were a speaker in a conference and you want to know if the audience is listening or err   tweeting ' in a conference. very bored'. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the apps i have seen so far are terribly cool. I mean it makes me go 'Wow' but if you get me an Iphone and ask me to use them, I will not. Primarily, i rarely tell the world what I do. (everyday). I mean, i find it amusing to tell my friends on a daily basis, what i do at the gym or what i had for lunch. Unless it is absolutely necessary to inform people about a certain change in your life/work or sharing a good article or video i find status updates quite silly. On the flip side, it is however addictive - to read what others are upto!! ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been travelling quite a bit over the last couple of months and each time to my amazement, as soon as the flight hits the runway people switch on their pda's/iphone/blah blah. and guess what - they login to update their status saying ' Flight sucked ' or ' In CA '. Whatever!. I find it pleasurable to travel with nothing but my 30$ you-can-only-make-calls-or-send-sms Nokia and its pitiable charger.&lt;/span&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/8013435196170410091-2494875930408518197?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2494875930408518197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=2494875930408518197&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/2494875930408518197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/2494875930408518197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/came-across-this-article-on-augmented.html' title=''/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-6937856711742968969</id><published>2009-07-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:57:52.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brahmin relatives survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;i found this from another blog sometime back. Whatever the guy has written is absolutely true.. there is a chandru, ambi mama and baby perima/chitti in every tam brahm household.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A survey has revealed that ‘Ambi Mama' is the leading relative among Tamil Brahmin families worldwide, with six in ten families having one of their own (a 60% repsesentation. Apparently, Ambi Mama held off stiff competition from Mani Mama (with 55% representation) and Baby Chitti (39%) for a well-deserved win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“It's a great day for all Ambi Mamas. All the years of hard work – drinking coffee, criticizing the Indian team selection and complaining about blood-pressure – have finally paid off. Yay!”, said Ambi Mama, a spokesman for the Ambi Mamas Association of Dear Old Rascals (AMBASSADOR), a division of the Hardcore Brahmin Organisation (HBO). [Editor's note – The previous sentence has been roundly condemned by the Society for Prevention of Abbreviations that are Needless, Dumb and Execrable (SPANDEX)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mani Mamas all over the world watched in anguish as the final results were announced, plunging them into gloom. “It's no fun being a Mani Mama anymore”, said Mani Mama. “ Maybe if I change my name to ‘Ramesh Anna', I will have a brighter future”, he pondered pointlessly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The survey also said that a respectable number of families (or a number of respectable families, as the case may be), have a Vaidhi Thatha, Bangalore Anna, and at least one random guy named ‘Chandroo' who is at all functions, but no-one can really place (and may not be related at all).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Predictably, bringing up the rear were non-entities like Driscoll Periappa, Jessica Alba Anni and Darth Vader Mama, which had zero representation. “Brahmins are way too conservative, dude!”, complained Cleveland Shankar, one of the more modern Iyer boys (or boyz, if you prefer. We offer multiple-choice reading. You're welcome.). “When are they going to drop old duds like Venkatakrishnan, Suresh and Balaji, and start using hipper names like Jason, Beyonce and The Human Torch?”, he asked, to wide applause from a group of people watching cricket on a nearby television.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Not all are happy with progress, however. “These youngsters are ruining everything by naming their children Archish, Dhruv and Plaha.”, thundered Badri Athimber. “ Can you imagine how it will sound? Dhruv Mama, Anamika Athai, Archish Chittappa – Ugh! Phooey! That is so not cool!!”, he growled, using expressions of disgust picked up from his states-based co-brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When asked for their response, several Brahmins living in Adyar merely arched their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and continued waiting for the December music season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013435196170410091-6937856711742968969?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6937856711742968969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=6937856711742968969&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6937856711742968969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/6937856711742968969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/brahmin-relatives-survey.html' title='brahmin relatives survey'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013435196170410091.post-5382040882444948644</id><published>2009-06-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:59:13.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- who doesn't like attention? :-).  for the last 3 months, my engagement and wedding and post wedding has been the daily news feed at home like some cnn crawler. emails hit a 1000 ranging from "who is the guy: "when are you coming", "sarees from?", "what did you wear", "send mehendi pics" to "are you back?". But the most obvious and expected question being, How is married life?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- i still cannot believe i actually got married. i hear it takes a few months or weeks? for it to sink in. I dont respond to mrs.gayathri.i blink. it takes me a few seconds and ummss to say " i will ask my husband" or "am waiting for my husband". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- At airport gates and security checks,i heard congratulations from random cops. it took me a minute to realize the fact that jfk would have seen million desis who are newly married. thanks to the mehendi and glittering thali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-i love attending weddings.more so if its a tam brahm one. and i didnt know tht my wedding would have been the best one i attended!. after being overwhelmed with love affection and attention for 1.5mnths, when i came back the silence at home was killing me. after a week of terrible  homesickness, things got better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- life is good and i thank every one of you for your best wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Adi and Nirmal, really expected you guys on 3rd. Was waiting to introduce you guys as my 'blog friends', adding to the list of 'lkg friends', 'rickshaw friends', 'van friends', 'dav', etc etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Adios!&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/8013435196170410091-5382040882444948644?l=bgspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5382040882444948644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8013435196170410091&amp;postID=5382040882444948644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5382040882444948644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013435196170410091/posts/default/5382040882444948644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bgspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>Bg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292084235486075963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QQzO7_3ZUQ/S1ZMn45_CCI/AAAAAAAAF3I/Qa7MNxMLsgI/S220/IMG_2710+-+Copy+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
